[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

At this time, there were about fifty or sixty workers and students on the street, including eight female workers.About thirty people had rifles/guns.The female workers naturally gathered around Corona, attracted by the vortex like spray droplets, and Corona also naturally directed them.A few female workers went into the house to make bandages, and the rest followed Corona, cleverly combining wooden planks, iron bars, wine barrels and various strange materials to form a solid structure. Inside the barricade, they Four steps were built so that the warriors inside could freely climb up to the six or seven-foot-high top, and even climb out.A paving stone formed a narrow platform beside the steps, allowing people to laterally support the fighting on the other side.Corona knocks on boards, carries materials, raises her voice to convey messages, and discovers everything that can be used with a keen eye.

She was as happy as if she was about to fly.Except for little Gavroche who was jumping up and down on the entire barricade, it can be said that no one can compare with the joy in her heart. This kind of joy is not manifested in the appearance of laughter, but a sudden burst of passion deep inside. .She felt an impulse that had existed since she was very young, but had been suppressed for a long time—the passion to defy the law, despise the world, and do whatever she wanted, and she felt that the individual was surrounded by the enthusiasm of the group. She could turn a drop of water into the blood of ocean currents, and she also felt a secret joy in her heart caused by destruction and fighting.Such joy made her radiant, and she looked more beautiful than ever in all her finery.

All preparations for the barricades were completed in less than an hour, and Enjolras issued guns and assigned posts to the soldiers who gradually completed the construction work.Gavroche asked from one end of the barricade to this, and approached them gradually.

"A rifle. I want a rifle. Why don't you give me a gun?" he yelled at the top of his voice.

Enjolras shrugged.

"You have to wait until the adults have it before you can distribute it to the children."

Gavroche turned to him proudly and replied: "If you die before me, I will take your gun."

"Wild child!" said Enjolras.

"Young man!" said Gavroche.

Corona, who was tying a red flag to the shaft of the carriage, couldn't help laughing.She tugged at the knot on the flagpole to make sure it was secure, then handed the flag to Courfeyrac and Bahoret at the top of the barricade. "Don't you have a pistol?" she asked Gavroche.

Gavroche shrugged and showed her the broken firing pin. "Do you have two guns?" He turned his attention to Corona and asked her again suddenly.

"So I gave up asking for a rifle/gun. You shouldn't be in a fight if you don't have a weapon ready."

Gavroche snorted, made a face at her, and ran away.

The barricade was built.Corona reported Javert's incident to Enjolras in a low voice, Enjolras nodded, and sent a few more guards to the small barricade behind.The bullets were released, the posts were arranged, and the night fell quietly.The surrounding streets are quiet, not a single human voice can be heard, as if isolated from the world.Only the fire was burning inside the tavern, which was full of molten tin and lead, ready to be poured into the warhead moulds.

Corona's sentry was scheduled for nearly dawn.She talked with several other female workers for a while, asked them about the situation at home, and tested the spelling of a few words.When it was completely dark and their hearts were completely settled, she stood up and wanted to walk around the barricade to see how it looked in the night.But she turned only half a circle before she saw Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Feuyil, Jean, and others sitting in a corner, two steps from the barricade, with their rifles leaning against them.Gongbofei waved to Corona.

"Are you coming?" He asked softly, his tone and demeanor were calm, not like he was on a battlefield, but rather like he was in a university library.

"What?" Corona asked.She glanced at them and recognized that they were almost the entire crew of ABC when it was founded. "Mishishta isn't here today, is she?"

Mishishta, a friend of Jolly and Bossuet's, was ABC's second female member.

"She promised not to come." Ruoli replied.The young people moved to make room for her, Corona sat down on a stone at the bottom of the barricade, "We are reading poetry."

Corona gathered the skirt to her side.She sat down and listened to Jehan's soft voice whisper:

"Do you remember our sweet life?

We were both young then,

what we yearn for,

Just dress well, you and I look good.

At that time, your age, my age,

Taken together, less than forty;

Our humble little family,

Even in the cold winter, spring is everywhere. "

In the voice of his poems, the night slowly and completely darkened.A lantern was lit at Collins' gate, and Enjolras climbed to the top of the barricade and planted a torch under the red flag.Jehan finished reading his poem, and then Courfeyrac read one, and then everyone took turns reading, and even Bahoret recited a couple of lines about patriotic enthusiasm.Enjolras inserted the torch, and after confirming its safety, he descended from the top of the barricade and stood behind them, hiding in the night and listening quietly for a while.He didn't like poetry, so he didn't bother his friends.At this time he heard Courfeyrac say to Corona: "You should also play one."

Corona just smiled and shook her head lightly.

"Read it. What does it matter? We all know you can recite a few poems," said Feuilly.

"This is Collins, not Mouthamp, so you don't have to keep talking about love," said Combeferre. "Besides, what do we have to worry about now?"

Corona sits opposite Combeferre, with her back to Enjolras, and he cannot see her expression.After a moment of silence, Corona opened her mouth softly:

"We suffer the torment of expectation,

Waiting for that holy time of freedom,

just like a young lover

Waiting for that sincere date is the same.

Now the fire of freedom burns within us,

Now our hearts are not dead to honor,

My friends, we shall

Beautiful passion, all presented to our motherland!

Comrade, believe it: the charming stars of happiness,

to rise, to shine forth,

Russia is waking up from sleep,

On the ruins of /dictatorship/tyranny/government/,

Will have our names written on it! "

"Whose poem is this?" Jehan asked.

"A certain Russian poet. Anonymously printed in the tabloid that Combeferre showed me before. Only these short paragraphs. I don't know the author's name."

"Love poems?" asked Courfeyrac.

"You might as well take this as a love poem."

"Really, your lover is Russia?"

"Freedom." Corona replied.

After that, they sat for a while, and when the bell of Saint-Merry was heard from a distance, and after ten strikes, they dispersed and went back to their posts.Counting the time, the army and the police will not let them go for too long, they are all listening attentively to the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly, in the midst of this eerie silence, a clear and cheerful voice seemed to come from beyond the Rue Saint-Denis, singing to the tune of the old folk song "Under the Moonlight." "It's Gavroche," said Enjolras to Combeferre; "I sent him out to patrol the country."

Immediately after hearing hurried footsteps, Gavroche approached the barricade and climbed up quickly and deftly. "They're coming!" he gasped. "Give me a gun!"

Corona still gave him one of her pistols/guns.Everyone returned to their posts, except for a sentry on the small barricade behind.From afar, they heard footsteps approaching like a torrent. In the dark night, it sounded as if thousands of ghosts were rushing towards them.The bolt and safety were undone, and the bullets were loaded.

The sound of footsteps went from far to near, and stopped after approaching a certain distance, and the night returned to the silence of the dead zone.Suddenly, a voice shouted from the depths of the darkness: "Password?"

Enjolras replied in a loud and high voice: "The French Revolution."

"Let go!" said the man's voice.

A flash of fire was seen from a distance, and the light of thousands of guns firing at the same time merged, like a short red-purple lightning flashing across the street in the distance, followed by the thunderous and violent impact of bullets.Bullets poured down on the front of the barricade like a torrential rain, and the firepower even broke the shaft of the car, and the red flag on it fell down.

Of all 61 men on the barricade, no one had ever seen such an offensive.Even in the revolution of [-], because of the support of the masses, there had never been such a disparity between the enemy and ourselves, and there had never been such a fierce and uniform attack.After all, there are students and workers on one side, and well-trained regular soldiers on the other.No one can't help but feel the shock from the opposite side.

"Comrades," cried Courfeyrac, "don't waste ammunition, let them enter this street, and we will fight back."

"First," said Enjolras, "we will raise this red flag."

He picked up the red flag that happened to fall at his feet.They heard the sound of blow rods and barrels banging outside, and the troops were reloading again.Enjolras went on: "Who will dare to plant this red flag on the barricade again?"

No one answered.The barricade was clearly the target for another shot, and to reach it would undoubtedly mean death.The most daring mind cannot resolve to sacrifice itself.Enjolras himself was terrified.He asked again: "Is no one willing to go?"

There was still silence, and Corona also couldn't make up her mind.But she knew exactly what was going to happen next: if no one volunteered, Enjolras would go up by himself.If he goes up--

She was almost about to take a step forward, but suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.The shouts started from the door of the tavern and gradually spread to the whole barricade: "This is the voter! This is the representative of the National Convention! This is the representative of the people!"

Corona looked at the door and saw Father Mabeufu.The old man went straight to Enjolras, and the rebels made way for him with awe, and he took the red flag from Enjolras, who was also restrained by him, and took a step back.He walked up the barricade slowly, step by step.

Corona suddenly rushed forward two steps.She held the flagpole with both hands, causing Ma Baifu to stop.A trembling old man with gray hair, and a charming young girl with loose blond hair, the two looked at each other, and neither of them let go of their hands on the red flag.

"Let me go," Corona said, "It's time for you to hand over the red flag to the younger generation."

In fact, if he really was a revolutionary, a representative of the National Convention, she really didn't have the courage to stop him.But she knew that he was just an ordinary old man who had never sentenced a king or participated in a revolution.And so she suddenly felt a sense of obligation that he was the only one on the barricade who should not be sacrificed. "Give it to me, please," she said, snatching the flag from Father Mabeuf's hand.

"You're still young."

"We are here to win, not to die." Corona smiled at him.With one hand she climbed the wooden bars and iron railings, and with the other hand she held the red flag and walked up to the stone steps of the barricade.When she rose step by step from the darkness to the light of the torch, her blond hair, fair and beautiful face, bright red lips and girly curves were gradually illuminated by the fire and magnified in the darkness.People in the darkness seem to see not human beings, but a goddess rising.She cautiously but calmly walked to the top of the stone steps, planted the red flag there, and calmly glanced at the invisible [-] muzzles in the darkness.

For a moment, everyone held their breath.The soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be overwhelmed by this strange and terrifying beauty, or they suddenly realized their conscience in the face of a young girl, so they didn't shoot.People heard a vague murmur from the barricade, as if people on the opposite side were discussing something.Then the shrill voice that called out "Password?" asked, "Why do you come to join the uprising, a young and lovely girl?"

Corona turned towards the direction of the sound, and let go of her hand on the flag.

"Because there are too many women around my age who haven't enjoyed the happiness of being a 'young and cute girl' for a day since they were born!" She raised her head and answered loudly.

"Let go!" said the man's voice.

But before the soldiers' gunshots responded, Corona had already turned around and jumped straight down from the barricade lightly.The bullets hit the barricade like a torrential rain, and passed over her head, only touching the ends of her flying braids.She jumped onto the platform in the middle with one step, and then grabbed the shaft of the chariot next to her and stepped on two stone steps. She landed on the ground lightly like a bird, and was supported by Gong Baifei next to her.Then a female worker laughed and threw herself on her body, hugging her tightly.Cheers and laughter erupted in the barricade, crowds surrounded Corona, shook her hand, and laughed at the soldiers who had gained nothing.It took a while for the cheers to gradually die down, and Corona got out of the crowd, only to see Enjolras nodding to her with a smile on her lips.

"Okay, everyone, get back to your posts!" he ordered.

What a timely order!While everyone was celebrating, a detachment of policemen approached the barricade silently in the dark.Fortunately, they obeyed Enjolras' orders very quickly, and one man noticed and shouted, and they all shot together.The nearest policeman, already under the barricade, was also shot down by Bahore.They retreated, leaving behind a dozen dead bodies, but the rebels inevitably wounded a few.

When the barricade was almost breached, everyone rushed to the front to help, the kitchen was converted into a makeshift ward, and the wounded were moved inside.Several people guarded the shooting holes to observe the situation ahead, and those with a little medical skills went to help treat the wounded.In the confusion, the sentinel who had been guarding the small barricade at the back also pulled out to the front to help.The stage where the enemy has just been repelled is the easiest to relax. People gather at the front line and inside the tavern, and the rest of the place is forgotten.

This was not actually a tactical error.Attacks on barricades almost always start from the front, and the enemy generally avoids turning tactics, either for fear of being ambushed or trapped in winding streets.But when people settled the wounded and counted the number of people, they heard a young man shouting suddenly from the small barricade behind: "There are enemies!"

It was Marius crying.

The author has something to say: Note 1: The poem Corona read was Pushkin's "To Chadayev".

The poem was written in 1818. Since I didn’t find the publication status of it in the official papers, I temporarily accepted Baidu Encyclopedia’s point of view: [This famous political lyric poem was written by the poet without his consent when he was alive. It has been published anonymously several times, but all have been abridged.It was not until 1856 that Herzen published it completely for the first time in his foreign magazine "Polaris", and it appeared in Russian books and periodicals 50 years later. 】

Of course, there is no way to verify what the abridgement will be when it is published anonymously, and whether it may spread to France. Please let me go, and just treat it as a possible thing...

Note 2: In this chapter, part of the description of the barricade battle, the dialogue between Gavroche and Enjolras, and Jehan's poems are partially quoted from the original work.

Note 3: In fact, another thing happened in the original book when they were reading the poem, that is, a mob shot and killed the porter of the building next door, and then Enjolras tried and shot him.

But the topic of this chapter is already very sensitive. I really can’t guarantee whether the two dead people can pass the trial. After much deliberation, I deleted this paragraph. Everyone will treat it as something that happened behind the scenes, but I didn’t write it. ...

And, I wrote here and finally wrote the copy (written when I opened the article) OTZ