[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Corona did not know that she had bought a child with a piece of bread and butter.

She didn't take this child seriously, after all, there were too many waifs in Paris.Even if he followed her earlier, she didn't pay much attention: what can a four or five year old child do?It's probably because she took a fancy to which pocket on her body and wanted to find an opportunity to steal money.She did something nice, made a few rounds, and stopped a stagecoach to the Rue Plumet.She changed her clothes in Rue Plumet, slipped out of a back alley, and went home.

When she got home, she had already made up her mind: don't look for someone in a big way, and pay attention to the news quietly first.If Dana didn't do anything else after the first family, then she could leave this matter alone.

Of course, the necessary vigilance is still necessary.Fantine has never been very clear about the inside story back then, so Coronne didn't tell her and Cosette about it, but only found Jean Valjean alone and mentioned it to him.Jean Valjean was also very concerned: "If it's not convenient for you, I can ask for news."

"It's not inconvenient. I went to inquire about the news, and I just changed my name with the excuse of being stolen." Corona replied, "I'm just worried about my sister and Cosette. You see, my daily life When going out, I always carry a gun with me, otherwise there will be a carriage to pick them up, but they are not as safe. I don’t know if they go out in the dark in the future, can you take care of them a little bit.”

"From now on, no matter who they want to go out, I will go with them." Jean Valjean promised, "You don't have to thank me, as far as I am concerned, this is also what I should."

Corona smiled and swallowed her words of thanks. "Then I'll talk to them at supper," she said.

During dinner, she mentioned that a female worker in the literacy class was robbed and nearly killed when she returned home at night.Fantine and Cosette were horrified by her seldom speaking of these dreadful subjects.Coronne mentioned by the way that the security in Paris is not very good recently, and they are required to take a carriage when they go in and out, or they must be accompanied by Jean Valjean.Fantine and Cosette agreed without the slightest doubt.When the literacy class resumed two days later, she also mentioned the two girls named Eponine and Azma to the leading and substitute female workers, saying that she felt sorry for them after reading their homework. If there is a chance, I hope to find out their whereabouts and continue to support their studies.

But those female workers did not inquire about any news.Until the new year, the matter seemed to be quietly quieted down like this.

Before New Years, there is Christmas.The two festivals are connected together, and the atmosphere is extraordinarily lively.

Fantine, Cosette, and Jean Valjean had no occasion for festivals when they were children.Perhaps to make up for this, every festive occasion in the family was celebrated with great excitement, and Fantine began preparations long in advance.Only this year, because the field Corona gave her to practice has been dry and snowless for a long time, it may affect the harvest of the coming year.Fantine was not very familiar with these things, so she was busy with them for a long time, until two days before Christmas, she took her maid Toussaint to go shopping together, and Jean Valjean accompanied them.Cosette wanted to go too, but she didn't need so many people for shopping, and it was cold outside, so she was asked to stay at home.

Coronne went to a Countess's house to paint her. Only Cosette and the concierge Mazlo were left in the house. Mazlo was getting old, and gradually he couldn't hear other people's words clearly, and he didn't like to talk to others. , There is no need to prune flowers and trees in winter, so he just squints and dozes off all day long in his hut.After knitting at home for a while, Cosette tied up her last woolen shawl, put it on her body and compared it with satisfaction, and looked at it in front of the mirror for a while, feeling bored.She went to the study to read for a while, then put down the book again, put on a thick cloak, and went for a walk in the yard.

The house is surrounded by a circle of gardens, and many plants are interspersed. Corona once asked a gardener to design this yard carefully, and there are endless flowers all year round.Even in winter, when most of the plants have lost their leaves, there are bright heather dotted among them.Cosette walked half a circle around the garden, and went to the back of the house, where a heather was planted, with rose-colored flowers, which were very pretty.She bent down to look at the flowers for a while, felt a little cold, and wanted to go back, but got up all the time and was startled: through the iron gate behind, a pair of ghost-like eyes peeped at her through the gap.

Cosette almost cried out.But the other party seemed to be more terrified than she was. His eyes shrank back and disappeared immediately.But this quick glimpse is enough for Cosette to see clearly: it turns out that it is not a ghost, but a person.It's just that the man was dressed too shabby, his clothes were gray and the sky was a bit dark, so she gave herself a big jump.

Now that she knew it was a person, she felt very sorry in her heart, feeling that she had frightened the other person.She approached the back door slowly and carefully, looking out through the railing.But due to the limited angle, all she saw was empty streets. "Excuse me...?" she asked into the empty street, "Did I scare you?"

For a moment, all that answered her was silence, and Cosette thought that she had scared people away, and was filled with regret.But after a while, a ragged girl appeared out of nowhere.

She was about Cosette's height, and seemed to be about her age, but her sunken cheeks, her skin rough, and her poverty giving her the appearance of a prematurely aged flower, like a premature flower. Withered buds.In the cold winter, she only wore a ragged skirt, which was frayed at the knees and elbows, with patches on, and the patches were torn, and a few strands of rags hung down, revealing her skin that was blue and purple from the cold. "Is this Miss Evermond's house?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes.—Aren't you cold!" Cosette exclaimed, startled by her attire.Without thinking, she took off the thick cloak she was wearing, stuffed it through the gap in the fence, and handed it to the other party.Seeing the girl clutching the cloak at a loss, she stretched out her hand through the gap through the railing to help her put the cloak on.There was still Cosette's body temperature on it, and the other party immediately retracted his whole body.

Cosette breathed a sigh of satisfaction.Folding her arms, she answered the previous question: "This is the Evermonds' house, but she's not here. Are you here to see her?"

"I..." the other party said, and stopped again, staring at her tightly with a pair of eyes. "What's your name?" she asked abruptly.

"Me? My name is Euphrates, but everybody calls me Cosette."

"Cosette!" repeated the poor girl in a low voice.When she said this name, there was a strange twitch on her face, as if she was gnashing her teeth, but also with jealousy and contempt, which made her appearance look a little scary for a moment.But now it was about to snow, and the sky was getting darker and darker. The girl's back was turned to the light, and Cosette did not see clearly the fierce expression that flashed across her face. "Yes. Do you want Miss Evermond? Would you like to come in and sit till she comes back?"

"No!" The girl hastily denied again, "I'm not looking for her! I... I'm not looking for anyone!"

She turned around and was about to run, but stopped after running two steps, looked back at Cosette, her hands were tightly clutching the edge of the cloak, and her few exposed knuckles were tightly clutching the edge of the front, turning blue and white , very conspicuous in the dark sky. "Take your cloak, please!" said Cosette, "it is too cold now."

Taking off her cloak, she herself folded her arms and hunched her shoulders.The poor girl looked at Cosette warily, turned and ran away quickly.The cloak flew up behind her, and soon disappeared from Cosette's sight. Cosette watched her leave, and then turned and hurried back into the house.

Éponine pushed open the battered door.

There's no need to lock it because there's nothing to steal inside.Madame Thenardier and Azma lay idly on a tattered mattress with almost no cotton batting leaking out, while Thenardier was in the other corner of the room tinkling some rags he had picked up.As soon as Eponine entered the door, three pairs of eyes fixed on her immediately.

"What is that on you!" exclaimed Thenardier, his eyes almost glowing green.

"cloak."

"Where did you steal it?"

Éponine pursed her lips, her fingers gripping the edge of her cloak. "Someone gave it to me."

"Ah, dear, my dear daughter!" Thenardier jumped up joyfully, rushed to her, and stretched out his hand to pluck at the cloak.

Eponine took half a step back.For some reason, she was unwilling to hand over the cloak.It was a very new and beautiful cloak, the black cloth was embroidered with silver thread, and there was a layer of velvet on the inside, so that the fingers sank into it softly.Even though she had walked all the way, she always felt that the cloak was still warm, and it was so warm inside, she didn't even remember that she could be so warm in winter.

Thenardier ignored her.He stretched his hands to Eponine's neck, stripped the cloak off her body at once, and looked at her repeatedly happily. "It's worth ten francs at least! What the hell, how did you go out on a tour to get such a treasure? My little cornucopia! When it's sold to-morrow, we'll have a good meal! Drink! Meat!" ! Stew a big pot on him!"

Éponine shrugged her shoulders from the sudden cold, and thrust her hands into the poor holed pockets of her skirt.

"I'm cold." She complained hoarsely.

Thenardier waved his hand indifferently. "It won't freeze you to death, cold air is good for people! After you drink wine and eat meat, you will forget about the cold!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly wrapped the women's cloak around his body.The cloak, exquisite and elegant on Cosette's body, wrapped the thin and ugly middle-aged man's body, showing an extremely contemptible appearance.Eponine lowered her eyes, said nothing more, and huddled with her sister in the past.This is their common practice: when they are sitting in this "home" other than going out to cheat money and steal, they do nothing, just sit in a daze.

"By the way." Thenardier thought again, "Didn't I ask you to find that good person who is willing to sponsor your studies? Have you found it yet?"

"No." Éponine answered hoarsely and listlessly.

The little girl she used to bully gave her a cloak.And her own father stripped the cloak off her again.

The author has something to say: For Eponine, because of the huge difference in the image of the original book, the movie, and the musical, so as far as I feel, there is a huge gap in everyone's interpretation of her.So I think it is necessary to explain the image of Eponine in my heart:

First of all, I think that in terms of the results, she is undoubtedly not a good person.When she was young, she let her parents bully Cosette, and she bullied Cosette herself.When I grow up, I help my parents send letters everywhere to deceive people. In short, there is no pressure to do bad things.

But I think there is a good side to her nature.For example, she will fall in love with Marius and do good things for him.For example, when she tried to get news about Marius from Mabeuf, she adopted the method of "helping him work hard in exchange for his help" instead of trying to deceive.If she allowed herself to grow, she might be able to grow like Gavroche, but she was brought up by her parents, so she grew crooked...

But in short, Eponine in my heart said that she is a relatively ordinary bad girl now, and she will not have any psychological burden for ordinary cheating and abducting to do bad things, but she will still be a little grateful, close, and grateful. such positive emotions.Even if she was asked to directly harm someone, she would not feel like doing it.

If you can't accept this image, please accept the rebuttal. Welcome to convince me.But I don't accept quarrels