[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Corona was silent for a while facing the dark corridor.She walked in slowly and carefully, as if stepping into a trap.In the dark passage, she groped forward with the help of the little light behind her, until her fingers touched the rough wooden door.She reached down, groped for the latch on the door, opened it, twisted the handle—

The front door of the building was ajar.In front of her is the opposite Xiaohuaziwo Street.

She carefully closed the door again and retreated into the hall of the tavern.Enjolras and several others had already returned, and two sets of police uniforms were left in a corner of the tavern.Corona walked back to Ruoli and asked, "If you have surgical instruments, can you save her?"

"I'm [-]% to [-]% sure." Ruoli said.

"Then what if I can send you out?" Corona asked, she was talking to Joli, but her eyes were looking at Enjolras.Enjolras looked over and listened to their conversation.Gavroche got up quickly: "Impossible! Have you found another way?"

"I have a way to open the door of that building." Corona said, ticking off the bunch of keys.

All the conversations around stopped, and for a while, it seemed that everyone in the tavern was looking at her.Enjolras came over and looked at the bunch of keys: "Can you open it?" He asked.

"I tried." Corona said.

Surprised murmurs resounded around them, and then subsided quickly.Enjolras didn't ask where the key came from. He looked down at Eponine and ordered firmly, "Joli, take her away."

"—but!" said Joly, looking at Gavroche, and was at a loss for words.Enjolras put a hand on his shoulder.

"You are the best surgeon among us," he said. "Saving the life of a comrade is more precious than taking the life of an enemy. Your mission is as important as that of others we leave on the barricades." He said He looked up at the side of the wounded, "Other wounded, if they want to or need to leave, they should also leave."

"We're not leaving!" There was a chaotic protest over there, and the people scratched and wounded by stray bullets sat up from their quilts one after another, "We can continue to fight!"

"—But, which clinic would be willing to open the door for us?" Ruoli asked pessimistically, "And we won't be able to go far before being spotted by the police."

"Put on your police uniform," said Combeferre. "There are only two of you, and she can pretend to be a wounded civilian without arousing suspicion."

They changed Joly into blood-stained clothes, and Marius and Bossuet together lifted Éponine up and laid her on Joly's back.On the way Combeferre tried again to persuade the wounded, but no one else was willing to leave.Courfeyrac asked Marius: "Will you go with her?"

But Eponine's sacrifice is not enough to shake Marius' determination to die for love. "I'm staying," he said firmly.

In this way, the last ones to leave the barricade were Joly and Eponine.They sent the two to the door, and when they were out, Enjolras locked the front door again in case the police suddenly discovered this passage and broke into the barricade.He left the back door unlocked, through which anyone could escape at any time if they changed their minds and did not want to die for the revolution.

Not one escaped.Enjolras advised everyone to sleep for two hours during the night when the fire ceased.His advice was an order, but only three or four took it.Feuilly used these two hours to carve a line of words on the wall facing the hotel: Long live the people!Courfeyrac and other students gathered together to chat and laugh. Corona sat opposite them, took out the pencil stub and paper she carried with her, and put the paper on her lap to draw.The other eight female workers who participated in the revolution, one of whom was wounded in the arm, sat around her, and Corona painted sketch portraits of them one by one. The eight faces were like sisters, drawn head to head on the same sheet. on paper.Not long after the painting was finished, one o'clock struck in the middle of the night, and the watchman on the barricade came to ask her to change shift, so she folded the paper, put it back in her pocket, took the gun, and went to the back.

There was only one man on the sentry post on the small barricade.She leaned back alone, watching the movement on the street behind through a gap, with one hand on the side of the gun, and the other unconsciously smearing on the skirt, as if to draw a picture in her chest out of thin air.Even though she got up early in the morning, she is still not sleepy at all. She feels a fire burning all over her body. She has never been so energetic and burning like this.She felt a constant flow of inspiration in her head. She wanted to paint the barricades, the Revolution, Epony, the figure of Baare in the black scarf, the torches shining with the red flag in the dark.The composition, color, and light and shade of these paintings have almost been fully formed before her eyes.For the world, maybe they will never be born, but for her, these paintings have been completed.

How could she possibly feel sleepy?As a painter, as a revolutionary, is there any moment happier than this dark night?

Night watch time is only two hours.This was to give the Sentinel time to sleep, although the people didn't spend that time sleeping.When the bell in Saint Miri struck three o'clock in the distance, Corona stood up to change shift with the next sentry, but at this moment Enjolras walked towards the small barricade alone.

"What?" Corona asked in a low voice.

"I'm going outside to do a tour."

"Aren't you going inside the building?"

"You can take a look at the defense of the army behind."

They nodded to each other, and Enjolras left sideways through the gap in the small barricade.Out of concern for him, Corona stood there for a few more minutes, listening to the movement on the street, lest Enjolras would alarm the army behind.During these few minutes, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her, and it was little Gavroche running outside.Corona grabbed his arm as he ran past.

"What are you doing out there? It's too dangerous." She whispered.

Gavroche shook his arm: "Don't stop me! I have a mission. I want to deliver a letter."

"to whom?"

"Marius."

Corona was not familiar with Marius, but at this moment she understood what he meant: Marius didn't want the child to risk his life to fight on such a dangerous barricade, and wanted to find a way to distract him.She calculated the time and decided to cooperate with him. "Since you are going out, can you also deliver a letter for me?" she said, "wait for me for a few minutes."

She took out the piece of paper and the end of the pencil, found a slightly flat board on the small barricade, put the paper on it, and quickly wrote a few lines on the back of the sketch.Then she folded the paper into four, and wrote another line of big characters on the folded skin with heavy pen force.She handed the crude, folded letter to Gavroche. "Go to the girls' school and give this letter to Fantine, or Cosette. If they are not here, give it to the director. Remember, this letter is very, very important, and you must take it with your own hands." Just hand it over to the three of them."

"Hey! It turns out that you are all sending the letter by the same person." Gavroche said.

"Who?" Corona asked.

Gavroche immediately sensed the slip of the tongue, and as soon as he lowered his head, he was about to run.Corona quickly grabbed his arm. "Don't quarrel with me on this barricade!" she warned him in a low voice. "Who is Marius sending? Cosette?"

Gavroche said nothing.

"How did he know Cosette?" she said to herself.Gavroche still did not answer.But Corona didn't need him to answer. A young man and a young woman exchanged letters, and they kept it from their family members. What else could it be?She recalled Cosette's unnatural behavior a year before, and suddenly it appeared clearly before her eyes.

"Oh, it's him! It's him!" she whispered.In shock she let go, and Gavroche slipped through the gap like a lithe kitten and disappeared.Corona stood staring at the silent street in the distance for a while, then walked back to the tavern to take over with the next sentry.Then she sat down against the wall, looked at Marius from half the room, and saw him pressing a letter to his lips with great care, kissing it, and placing it on his breast.

"It's him!" she thought, "what's so good about him!"

The author has something to say: Note: Some sentences in this chapter are quoted from the original passages.

Regarding the description of the barricades, it is inevitable that some passages from the original work will be used in some places, because Corona’s influence is not that great, and many places will still be developed according to the original work.But not many words.Until the end of the barricade battle, I will not repeat it in each chapter~