[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks
Chapter 74
It was not Christmas at the Thénardiers' house.
Christmas is a bad day for them: everyone is locked at home for the holiday, and there is no one to steal or cheat.The cloak was sold for eleven francs, two days wasted on wine and meat, and some firewood was gathered, which was soon almost used up.With the remaining bit, Chandenardier suddenly discovered some conscience, perhaps because he was impatient with Mrs. Thenardier's constant nagging about her two daughters, so he bought and exchanged a broken sweater for each of the four members of the family, and he didn't know where he got it from. Yes, big and fat, with polished elbows, and already deformed by clothes.When Éponine put hers on, the collar slid down to her collarbone and the hem hid her thighs. "That's the best!" said Thenardier triumphantly. "The bigger the warmer!"
On Christmas night, she slipped into the Boulevard Saint-Germain again, wearing that sweater over her torn skirt.
It is very late.The lights on the first floor of the house have been dimmed, only the windows on the second and third floors are still lit.Eponine didn't know why she came here, she just stood outside and looked inside with some longing.She also remembers living in the house dressed up as a child and having turkey for Christmas.
When did her life become what it is now?
She looked at the second floor, where three windows were lit.Two of the windows are drawn with woven flower curtains, reflecting bright and dark patterns on the windows, only one window is half drawn, and the light reflected through the transparent glass on the other half is extraordinarily bright.While she was watching, a figure appeared in the half of the window, and Cosette looked out.
St. Germain Avenue is full of people from good families, the street is well maintained and safe, and the street lights outside are bright, so it is too late for Eponine to hide.But Cosette smiled as if happily, waved her hand, then turned and disappeared from the window.
What does she want to do?Éponine waited cautiously, wondering if Cosette had called for someone.She is always ready to turn around and run away if something goes wrong.But after a while, the back door of the house was quietly opened, and only Cosette got out.She was wearing a gray woolen shawl and a plain cloth dress at home. She obviously came out in a hurry, without even a coat and soft-soled slippers—fortunately, it hasn’t snowed these days, and the bluestone outside The road is dry.She ran to the iron gate behind the yard and smiled at Eponine.
"Corona is at home today, oh, I mean the Miss Evermond you mentioned." She said happily, her cheeks were flushed, and she was obviously in a good mood, "Do you still want to see her?"
"I'm not looking for her!" said Éponine roughly.
Cosette paused.The bright smile on her face also disappeared, and she looked at her with some confusion, as if she didn't understand why she was angry.Eponine looked away, feeling even more depressed.
After all, she didn't know why she was angry.
There was a sound of [email protected][email protected] cloth rubbing against the iron gate.Éponine, glancing furtively in that direction, saw Cosette passing through the balustrade and holding out a scarf.
"Merry Christmas." She said softly, "I didn't expect you to come, and I didn't prepare in advance... This is a new weaving, and the craftsmanship should be passable."
She didn't ask a word about the cloak, and she didn't seem to care that the cloak, worth tens of francs, turned into a worn sweater that could be thrown directly into the trash can on Éponine's body.Eponine paused, snatched the scarf from her hand, and wrapped it around her neck unceremoniously.
Very warm.It must have been very warm in that room, and the scarf was still warm.She tugged on the ends of the scarf, not knowing what to say.She wiped the torn sweater from top to bottom with her hands, as if she wanted to find something in the pocket of the tattered skirt——
But nothing.She had nothing to give Cosette.
"Do you like it?" Cosette asked softly, "You only wear so little, it's too cold."
"...Hmm." Eponine forced out a vague response from her throat.
She did not know how to speak to Cosette.She habitually wanted to boss her around—she had always treated Cosette like this.And she was still so timid and submissive, as if she hadn't changed her temper as a little slave.But she couldn't be proud: look at the two of them now, Cosette has become a rich and charming lady, and Éponine has been poor and cold, and her previous status has been completely reversed.
Why didn't Cosette scold and bully herself like she did back then?
She suddenly felt unable to stay any longer.She turned her head and ran away like flying.
Thénardier had been delighted this winter.
"My girl, where did you get such a God of Wealth?" He asked again and again, "It's another satin cape, another woolen scarf, another fleece boots, and another sweater. Next time, take your sister with you." !"
Eponine's speech is always exactly the same every time. "I've said it many times. I don't know her name, and I don't know where she lives. It was a lady who used to pass by the west corner of the Great Market, always in a carriage. I just waited there, she what?" When the time passes by, take pity on me."
"What kind of carriage is that? Is it a public carriage or a private carriage? Is there a name engraved on it? Or can you find the driver?"
"You are really in a hurry! As I said, I don't know more." Eponine responded impatiently, "If you don't believe me, go next time by yourself and see if you can get more things back!"
She was now the cash cow of the family, and Thenardier dared not offend her. "Good daughter, good daughter, why are you so impatient! It's just a few casual words. If that's the case, why don't I accompany you to wait at the intersection of the big market every day? Or let your sister accompany you?"
"Whatever you want," Eponine said indifferently.
Sure enough, Azma went with Eponine the next day.They waited from evening until late at night on the west side of the big market, but they were all empty.The next day, Azma was not reconciled and clamored to wait from the morning, but Eponine curled her lips in disdain. "Forget it, I've never met that rich lady before dusk," she said.In the end, she couldn't hold back Azima, so she went to wait—they waited for a few days, but there was still nothing.
Eponine had only brought home a few scattered things before, and only one item came out every once in a while. The money for exchanging had long been exhausted, and the family fell into a situation where they couldn't get enough to eat.Éponine's side did not gain anything for a long time, but was delayed for a few days, and Thenardier also began to feel greedy.One day he sneaked out of the house to follow his daughter, so he saw Eponine wandering the street a few times, as if looking for a target to steal. After an hour, he still didn't find an easy target, so she also I just gave up, and went to hang out in the rich area around Boulevard Saint-Germain, intentionally avoiding the police.When a servant from someone else's house dumped rubbish, she rummaged through the rubbish. On the way, she picked up a few small things and put them in her pockets. Thenardier was so far away that she couldn't tell what they were. , but nothing more than a small porcelain bottle with a chipped top, an empty rouge box, a broken pen, and other small gadgets.He spat on the ground.
"It's really bad luck." He cursed in a low voice, "I can only pick up such small things all day long!"
Near dusk, Éponine turned back in the direction of the Grand Market.Thenardier stared at her from a distance and waited at the west intersection, but nothing came of it.It was getting colder at night, so he slipped back first, huddled in front of the broken fireplace to warm up, and cursed the rich lady who had suddenly disappeared with obscenities in his mouth.
Éponine waited in silence for a long time, until she was sure her parents had forgotten about the windfall.When she went to see Cosette again, spring was almost over.There are lush flowers beside that beautiful small building, Cosette's white face is hidden in the fragrance of flowers floating under the moonlight, so beautiful, how can I see the appearance of a little thing that used to be timid, let Aipan Ni suddenly suspects that everything she remembers is just an imagined dream.She brought two small plates, first passed one plate sideways through the iron gate, and then used a fork to transport the cakes cut into small pieces to the other side one by one, and placed them on the porcelain plate in Eponine's hand. "This is the first time I've made a cake by myself." She said expectantly, "Mom, father and Corona all said it was delicious, but I'm afraid they're just trying to comfort me. Do you think it's delicious?"
Eponine hasn't eaten cake for a long time, and hasn't used a knife and fork for a long time.She held the fork in a somewhat rusty manner, and stuffed a small piece of cake into her mouth.It was so sweet that she couldn't bear it, and the soft and delicate chestnut cake was sweet and greasy, sticking to her throat, as if her throat had betrayed her hungry stomach.She swallowed hard, feeling nauseous.
Cosette looked at her expectantly, her eyes were bright under the light of the street lamp, and she was smiling.Éponine suddenly felt annoyed and bitter, and a stream of blood came from nowhere and rushed to her cheeks. She dropped the plate on the ground, and the exquisite porcelain plate collided with the bluestone on the road, making a clang.
"My name is Épone, Épone Thenardier," she said. "Don't you remember me, Cosette?"
She stared carefully at the girl opposite, viciously hoping to see frightened and cowering flashes on that face, just like when she was a child.But although Cosette seemed a little taken aback, she was still calm overall.
"I remember you," she said. "I recognized you the first time we met again."
She even smiled. "When you're nervous, you wipe your right hand on your skirt." She said, put her hand on the skirt near her hip, and made a gesture, "From here, draw a semicircle backward. Your movement has never changed Pass."
Éponine couldn't even speak for a moment, her hands were so cold from the rage she had felt, she dropped her fork and stood up suddenly.
"You recognized me," she said, incompletely. "You recognized me! You're still doing this to me! Why? Shouldn't you hate me?"
Cosette blinked and looked at her in confusion, as if she couldn't understand why she lost her temper so much.
"Do you think we are good friends from childhood? Don't dream! You are our little slave. Dad and Mom abused you, and Azma and I bullied you too. Have you forgotten now? You should hate me , should take revenge on us! Why are you so calm and why are you being nice to me?"
"I don't hate you." Cosette said softly, "I probably used to be very scared when I was a child... But I have almost forgotten those things. And I am living well now, there is no need to hate you."
Éponine gave her a hard stare, then turned and strode away.
Why did she say that?Why did she make such a tolerant and kind gesture and pretend to forgive?Who needs her forgiveness!Now that she clearly has the opportunity to take revenge, why would she want to retaliate with kindness?If she didn't hate them or take revenge on them in such a situation, then who were she, her sister, and her parents who abused her back then...? !
It's not their fault.Cosette must be abnormal, she was a weird child since she was a child!Why did she herself have to cover up for Cosette?What a fool!She should go back and tell her parents about this. She knows her parents too well, they will definitely be jealous of her, and they will definitely try to get revenge!Tell them to destroy that family, tell them to destroy her current happiness, and take away all her wealth. By that time, Eponine and Azma will still be well-fed and clothed young ladies, and let Cosette be a young lady again. Their little slave, let's see if she can still put on airs and say she doesn't hate them!Show her how stupid she is, tell her...
...What do you want her to know?
Let her know... Is Eponine such a vicious and rotten person?
She strode into the house and sat down on the torn cotton pad.Today she came back earlier than usual, and Thénardier and Azma were not at home, only Madame Thenardier sat there, startled by her. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"It's nothing, I was almost caught by the police." Eponine said gloomily.
Several times she wanted to ask Madame Thenardier if she remembered Cosette, but in the end she said nothing.
The author has something to say: the CP in this article will be Marius x Cosette!
...But it's so fun to write about the girls together, I started to think about whether I should try to write about Lily in the future...
Christmas is a bad day for them: everyone is locked at home for the holiday, and there is no one to steal or cheat.The cloak was sold for eleven francs, two days wasted on wine and meat, and some firewood was gathered, which was soon almost used up.With the remaining bit, Chandenardier suddenly discovered some conscience, perhaps because he was impatient with Mrs. Thenardier's constant nagging about her two daughters, so he bought and exchanged a broken sweater for each of the four members of the family, and he didn't know where he got it from. Yes, big and fat, with polished elbows, and already deformed by clothes.When Éponine put hers on, the collar slid down to her collarbone and the hem hid her thighs. "That's the best!" said Thenardier triumphantly. "The bigger the warmer!"
On Christmas night, she slipped into the Boulevard Saint-Germain again, wearing that sweater over her torn skirt.
It is very late.The lights on the first floor of the house have been dimmed, only the windows on the second and third floors are still lit.Eponine didn't know why she came here, she just stood outside and looked inside with some longing.She also remembers living in the house dressed up as a child and having turkey for Christmas.
When did her life become what it is now?
She looked at the second floor, where three windows were lit.Two of the windows are drawn with woven flower curtains, reflecting bright and dark patterns on the windows, only one window is half drawn, and the light reflected through the transparent glass on the other half is extraordinarily bright.While she was watching, a figure appeared in the half of the window, and Cosette looked out.
St. Germain Avenue is full of people from good families, the street is well maintained and safe, and the street lights outside are bright, so it is too late for Eponine to hide.But Cosette smiled as if happily, waved her hand, then turned and disappeared from the window.
What does she want to do?Éponine waited cautiously, wondering if Cosette had called for someone.She is always ready to turn around and run away if something goes wrong.But after a while, the back door of the house was quietly opened, and only Cosette got out.She was wearing a gray woolen shawl and a plain cloth dress at home. She obviously came out in a hurry, without even a coat and soft-soled slippers—fortunately, it hasn’t snowed these days, and the bluestone outside The road is dry.She ran to the iron gate behind the yard and smiled at Eponine.
"Corona is at home today, oh, I mean the Miss Evermond you mentioned." She said happily, her cheeks were flushed, and she was obviously in a good mood, "Do you still want to see her?"
"I'm not looking for her!" said Éponine roughly.
Cosette paused.The bright smile on her face also disappeared, and she looked at her with some confusion, as if she didn't understand why she was angry.Eponine looked away, feeling even more depressed.
After all, she didn't know why she was angry.
There was a sound of [email protected][email protected] cloth rubbing against the iron gate.Éponine, glancing furtively in that direction, saw Cosette passing through the balustrade and holding out a scarf.
"Merry Christmas." She said softly, "I didn't expect you to come, and I didn't prepare in advance... This is a new weaving, and the craftsmanship should be passable."
She didn't ask a word about the cloak, and she didn't seem to care that the cloak, worth tens of francs, turned into a worn sweater that could be thrown directly into the trash can on Éponine's body.Eponine paused, snatched the scarf from her hand, and wrapped it around her neck unceremoniously.
Very warm.It must have been very warm in that room, and the scarf was still warm.She tugged on the ends of the scarf, not knowing what to say.She wiped the torn sweater from top to bottom with her hands, as if she wanted to find something in the pocket of the tattered skirt——
But nothing.She had nothing to give Cosette.
"Do you like it?" Cosette asked softly, "You only wear so little, it's too cold."
"...Hmm." Eponine forced out a vague response from her throat.
She did not know how to speak to Cosette.She habitually wanted to boss her around—she had always treated Cosette like this.And she was still so timid and submissive, as if she hadn't changed her temper as a little slave.But she couldn't be proud: look at the two of them now, Cosette has become a rich and charming lady, and Éponine has been poor and cold, and her previous status has been completely reversed.
Why didn't Cosette scold and bully herself like she did back then?
She suddenly felt unable to stay any longer.She turned her head and ran away like flying.
Thénardier had been delighted this winter.
"My girl, where did you get such a God of Wealth?" He asked again and again, "It's another satin cape, another woolen scarf, another fleece boots, and another sweater. Next time, take your sister with you." !"
Eponine's speech is always exactly the same every time. "I've said it many times. I don't know her name, and I don't know where she lives. It was a lady who used to pass by the west corner of the Great Market, always in a carriage. I just waited there, she what?" When the time passes by, take pity on me."
"What kind of carriage is that? Is it a public carriage or a private carriage? Is there a name engraved on it? Or can you find the driver?"
"You are really in a hurry! As I said, I don't know more." Eponine responded impatiently, "If you don't believe me, go next time by yourself and see if you can get more things back!"
She was now the cash cow of the family, and Thenardier dared not offend her. "Good daughter, good daughter, why are you so impatient! It's just a few casual words. If that's the case, why don't I accompany you to wait at the intersection of the big market every day? Or let your sister accompany you?"
"Whatever you want," Eponine said indifferently.
Sure enough, Azma went with Eponine the next day.They waited from evening until late at night on the west side of the big market, but they were all empty.The next day, Azma was not reconciled and clamored to wait from the morning, but Eponine curled her lips in disdain. "Forget it, I've never met that rich lady before dusk," she said.In the end, she couldn't hold back Azima, so she went to wait—they waited for a few days, but there was still nothing.
Eponine had only brought home a few scattered things before, and only one item came out every once in a while. The money for exchanging had long been exhausted, and the family fell into a situation where they couldn't get enough to eat.Éponine's side did not gain anything for a long time, but was delayed for a few days, and Thenardier also began to feel greedy.One day he sneaked out of the house to follow his daughter, so he saw Eponine wandering the street a few times, as if looking for a target to steal. After an hour, he still didn't find an easy target, so she also I just gave up, and went to hang out in the rich area around Boulevard Saint-Germain, intentionally avoiding the police.When a servant from someone else's house dumped rubbish, she rummaged through the rubbish. On the way, she picked up a few small things and put them in her pockets. Thenardier was so far away that she couldn't tell what they were. , but nothing more than a small porcelain bottle with a chipped top, an empty rouge box, a broken pen, and other small gadgets.He spat on the ground.
"It's really bad luck." He cursed in a low voice, "I can only pick up such small things all day long!"
Near dusk, Éponine turned back in the direction of the Grand Market.Thenardier stared at her from a distance and waited at the west intersection, but nothing came of it.It was getting colder at night, so he slipped back first, huddled in front of the broken fireplace to warm up, and cursed the rich lady who had suddenly disappeared with obscenities in his mouth.
Éponine waited in silence for a long time, until she was sure her parents had forgotten about the windfall.When she went to see Cosette again, spring was almost over.There are lush flowers beside that beautiful small building, Cosette's white face is hidden in the fragrance of flowers floating under the moonlight, so beautiful, how can I see the appearance of a little thing that used to be timid, let Aipan Ni suddenly suspects that everything she remembers is just an imagined dream.She brought two small plates, first passed one plate sideways through the iron gate, and then used a fork to transport the cakes cut into small pieces to the other side one by one, and placed them on the porcelain plate in Eponine's hand. "This is the first time I've made a cake by myself." She said expectantly, "Mom, father and Corona all said it was delicious, but I'm afraid they're just trying to comfort me. Do you think it's delicious?"
Eponine hasn't eaten cake for a long time, and hasn't used a knife and fork for a long time.She held the fork in a somewhat rusty manner, and stuffed a small piece of cake into her mouth.It was so sweet that she couldn't bear it, and the soft and delicate chestnut cake was sweet and greasy, sticking to her throat, as if her throat had betrayed her hungry stomach.She swallowed hard, feeling nauseous.
Cosette looked at her expectantly, her eyes were bright under the light of the street lamp, and she was smiling.Éponine suddenly felt annoyed and bitter, and a stream of blood came from nowhere and rushed to her cheeks. She dropped the plate on the ground, and the exquisite porcelain plate collided with the bluestone on the road, making a clang.
"My name is Épone, Épone Thenardier," she said. "Don't you remember me, Cosette?"
She stared carefully at the girl opposite, viciously hoping to see frightened and cowering flashes on that face, just like when she was a child.But although Cosette seemed a little taken aback, she was still calm overall.
"I remember you," she said. "I recognized you the first time we met again."
She even smiled. "When you're nervous, you wipe your right hand on your skirt." She said, put her hand on the skirt near her hip, and made a gesture, "From here, draw a semicircle backward. Your movement has never changed Pass."
Éponine couldn't even speak for a moment, her hands were so cold from the rage she had felt, she dropped her fork and stood up suddenly.
"You recognized me," she said, incompletely. "You recognized me! You're still doing this to me! Why? Shouldn't you hate me?"
Cosette blinked and looked at her in confusion, as if she couldn't understand why she lost her temper so much.
"Do you think we are good friends from childhood? Don't dream! You are our little slave. Dad and Mom abused you, and Azma and I bullied you too. Have you forgotten now? You should hate me , should take revenge on us! Why are you so calm and why are you being nice to me?"
"I don't hate you." Cosette said softly, "I probably used to be very scared when I was a child... But I have almost forgotten those things. And I am living well now, there is no need to hate you."
Éponine gave her a hard stare, then turned and strode away.
Why did she say that?Why did she make such a tolerant and kind gesture and pretend to forgive?Who needs her forgiveness!Now that she clearly has the opportunity to take revenge, why would she want to retaliate with kindness?If she didn't hate them or take revenge on them in such a situation, then who were she, her sister, and her parents who abused her back then...? !
It's not their fault.Cosette must be abnormal, she was a weird child since she was a child!Why did she herself have to cover up for Cosette?What a fool!She should go back and tell her parents about this. She knows her parents too well, they will definitely be jealous of her, and they will definitely try to get revenge!Tell them to destroy that family, tell them to destroy her current happiness, and take away all her wealth. By that time, Eponine and Azma will still be well-fed and clothed young ladies, and let Cosette be a young lady again. Their little slave, let's see if she can still put on airs and say she doesn't hate them!Show her how stupid she is, tell her...
...What do you want her to know?
Let her know... Is Eponine such a vicious and rotten person?
She strode into the house and sat down on the torn cotton pad.Today she came back earlier than usual, and Thénardier and Azma were not at home, only Madame Thenardier sat there, startled by her. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"It's nothing, I was almost caught by the police." Eponine said gloomily.
Several times she wanted to ask Madame Thenardier if she remembered Cosette, but in the end she said nothing.
The author has something to say: the CP in this article will be Marius x Cosette!
...But it's so fun to write about the girls together, I started to think about whether I should try to write about Lily in the future...
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