Le Rhin, Tome I by Victor Hugo
Le Rhin, Tome I by Victor Hugo
Le beau Pécopin aimait la belle Bauldour, et la belle Bauldour aimait le beau Pécopin. Pécopin était fils du burgrave de Sonneck, et Bauldour était fille du sire de Falkenburg. L'un avait la forêt, l'autre avait la montagne. Or quoi de plus simple que de marier la montagne à la forêt? Les deux pères s'entendirent, et l'on fian?a Bauldour à Pécopin.
Ce jour-là, c'était un jour d'avril, les sureaux et les aubépines en fleurs s'ouvraient au soleil dans la forêt, mille petites cascades charmantes, neiges et pluies changées en ruisseaux, horreurs de l'hiver devenues les graces du printemps, sautaient harmonieusement dans la montagne, et l'amour, cet avril de l'homme, chantait, rayonnait et s'épanouissait dans le c?ur des deux fiancés.
Le père de Pécopin, vieux et vaillant chevalier, l'honneur du Nahegau, mourut quelque temps après les accordailles, en bénissant son fils et en lui recommandant Bauldour. Pécopin pleura, puis peu à peu, de la tombe où son père avait disparu, ses yeux se reportèrent au doux et radieux visage de sa fiancée, et il se consola. Quand la lune se lève, songe-t-on au soleil couché?
Pécopin avait toutes les qualités d'un gentilhomme, d'un jeune homme et d'un homme. Bauldour était une reine dans le manoir, une sainte vierge à l'église, une nymphe dans les bois, une fée à l'ouvrage.
Pécopin était grand chasseur, et Bauldour était belle fileuse. Or il n'y a pas de haine entre le fuseau et la carnassière. La fileuse file pendant que le chasseur chasse. Il est absent, la quenouille console et désennuie. La meute aboie, le rouet chante. La meute qui est au loin et qu'on entend à peine, mêlée au cor et perdue profondément dans les halliers, dit tout bas avec un vague bruit de fanfare: Songe à ton amant. Le rouet, qui force la belle rêveuse à baisser les yeux, dit tout haut et sans cesse avec sa petite voix douce et sévère: Songe à ton mari. Et, quand le mari et l'amant ne font qu'un, tout va bien.
Mariez donc la fileuse au chasseur, et ne craignez rien.
Cependant, je dois le dire, Pécopin aimait trop la chasse. Quand il était sur son cheval, quand il avait le faucon au poing ou quand il suivait le tartaret du regard, quand il entendait le jappement féroce de ses limiers aux jambes torses, il partait, il volait, il oubliait tout. Or en aucune chose il ne faut excéder. Le bonheur est fait de modération. Tenez en équilibre vos go?ts et en bride vos appétits. Qui aime trop les chevaux et les chiens fache les femmes; qui aime trop les femmes fache Dieu.
Lorsque Bauldour, et cela arrivait souvent, lorsque Bauldour voyait Pécopin prêt à partir sur son cheval hennissant de joie et plus fier que s'il e?t porté Alexandre le Grand en habits impériaux, lorsqu'elle voyait Pécopin le flatter, lui passer la main sur le cou, et, éloignant l'éperon du flanc, présenter au palefroi un bouquet d'herbe pour le rafra?chir, Bauldour était jalouse du cheval. Quand Bauldour, cette noble et fière demoiselle, cet astre d'amour, de jeunesse et de beauté, voyait Pécopin caresser son dogue et approcher amicalement de son charmant et male visage cette tête camuse, ces gros naseaux, ces larges oreilles et cette gueule noire, Bauldour était jalouse du chien.
Elle rentrait dans sa chambre secrète, courroucée et triste, et elle pleurait. Puis elle grondait ses servantes, et après ses servantes elle grondait son nain. Car la colère chez les femmes est comme la pluie dans la forêt; elle tombe deux fois. Bis pluit.
Le soir Pécopin arrivait poudreux et fatigué. Bauldour boudait et murmurait un peu avec une larme dans le coin de son ?il bleu. Mais Pécopin baisait sa petite main, et elle se taisait; Pécopin baisait son beau front, et elle souriait.
Le front de Bauldour était blanc, pur et admirable comme la trompe d'ivoire du roi Charlemagne.
Puis elle se retirait dans sa tourelle et Pécopin dans la sienne. Elle ne souffrait jamais que ce chevalier lui pr?t la ceinture. Un soir il lui pressa légèrement le coude, et elle rougit très-fort. Elle était fiancée et non mariée. Pudeur est à la femme ce que chevalerie est à l'homme.
According to Wikipedia: "Victor-Marie Hugo (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885) was a French poet, playwright, novelist, essayist, visual artist, statesman, human rights activist and exponent of the Romantic movement in France. In France, Hugo's literary fame comes first from his poetry but also rests upon his novels and his dramatic achievements. Among many volumes of poetry, Les Contemplations and La Légende des siècles stand particularly high in critical esteem, and Hugo is sometimes identified as the greatest French poet. Outside France, his best-known works are the novels Les Misérables and Notre-Dame de Paris (known in English also as The Hunchback of Notre Dame). Though a committed conservative royalist when he was young, Hugo grew more liberal as the decades passed; he became a passionate supporter of republicanism, and his work touches upon most of the political and social issues and artistic trends of his time. He is buried in the Panthéon."
Notre-Dame de Paris (titre complet : Notre-Dame de Paris. 1482) est un roman historique de l'écrivain français Victor Hugo, publié en 1831.Le titre fait référence à la cathédrale de Paris, Notre-Dame, qui est un des lieux principaux de l'intrigue du roman. Le roman se compose de 59 chapitres répartis en onze livres. Dans la première édition du roman, paru chez Charles Gosselin en mars 1831, trois chapitres sont coupés en raison des contraintes de longueur imposées par l'éditeur : ce sont le chapitre « Impopularité » (IV, 4) ainsi que les deux chapitres formant le livre V (« Abbas beati Martini » et « Ceci tuera cela »). Ces chapitres sont publiés dans la deuxième édition, définitive, du roman et reproduits dans la présente édition
Les Misérables is a French historical novel by Victor Hugo, first published in 1862, that is considered one of the greatest novels of the 19th century. In the English-speaking world, the novel is usually referred to by its original French title. However, several alternatives have been used, including The Miserables, The Wretched, The Miserable Ones, The Poor Ones, The Wretched Poor, The Victims and The Dispossessed. Beginning in 1815 and culminating in the 1832 June Rebellion in Paris, the novel follows the lives and interactions of several characters, particularly the struggles of ex-convict Jean Valjean and his experience of redemption.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
The night I discovered my husband's whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras-and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen-heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She'll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.
Khloe lost her sight to save her fiancé, only to be betrayed on their wedding eve when he handed her over to a notorious man to clear his debts. Shattered, Khloe agreed to the arrangement, and rumors swirled that she and her groom were hopeless. No one expected the blind woman to stun the world-a prodigy in fragrance, a world-class hacker, a racing legend, and the secret head of a peacekeeping force. The nation was amazed, and her ex-fiancé most of all. Drunk and remorseful, he told the press, "My biggest regret is losing Khloe. Now she's someone else's!"
The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything. Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out. A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment. In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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