Rimbaud's girl

George Sand can earn a lot of money without relying on men, so he has many lovers, changing them frequently, and no one can do anything to her.There will definitely be slanders and even public accusations from ordinary people. Even these bigwigs in the literary and art circles have many people who think she is "slutty" because this is a patriarchal society. A woman can change lovers as often as a man. It is a violation of the "sexual privilege" that only men have, and must be despised, condemned, and even reviled.

But being rich is great, and being able to "who care", so the focus should be on financial freedom, and only being rich can be "free".No matter what career she will pursue in the future, "money" must be necessary, and it must be her own money.

Once you have money, you can travel leisurely to the countries along the Mediterranean Sea and stay for several years; you can play around during the day, dance until midnight at night, paint and write occasionally, and don't live too comfortably.It's best to have a boyfriend who is as cute as Gabriel by his side, but he'd better not turn into a greasy middle-aged man, and keep a cute and innocent heart all the time.His family is not short of money, so he probably won't be thinking about how to make money all day long. As long as he is not too prodigal, develop a little hobby, and live a happy life, it is his future.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and not everyone wants to be famous in this world. Gabriel has not shown any ambitions so far. He will probably be a person who is very content with the status quo, not very good. But there's nothing wrong with that either.

He and Arthur are two completely different types of people. Arthur...is a very sharp young man, more selfish, arrogant, and doesn't care much about others. Except for his family, he hardly cares about anyone, let alone ask him to please. The relationship between Flaubert and Flaubert is also because he admires Flaubert and appreciates Flaubert’s pioneering spirit in writing and the spirit of excellence. After all, if a student even looks down on his instructor, then it is impossible to continue .

Zola then discussed with her the advantages of being a famous and popular author.Men, very practically, being famous is almost equivalent to being rich, there are many benefits to being rich, and you can also enjoy the taste of being watched by everyone - that is very happy!

Vanity, who doesn't?Vitaly knew it well.

The beginning of creation was not for money, but if it was just for money, there are many ways to make money; you want to talk, you want to use words to tell your thoughts, your joys and sorrows and pains, you write stories, you have to tell your Responsible for the characters and stories, and then earn a lot of royalties, that is the most ideal state.

Now that she has become a student of Flaubert, Zola also thinks that she will create her own in the future. The first level.

The salon was quite pleasant, everyone gave Flaubert face, and the hostess also liked her, who doesn't like a beautiful and lovely girl?She has long understood how important it is to brush your face in these salons. As long as you have a pretty face, you can actually come in and out of these art salons at will, and no one will really stop you.

But of course, if you want to "enter" these small groups of artists, you still need to be introduced, otherwise you can only be regarded as decorations for people to sneak in and eat for nothing.

Flaubert took her to bid farewell to the hostess, sent her back to the apartment, told her a few words, just to pay attention to safety, and asked her if she had enough money. Although he didn't directly say that he regretted not being able to take her with him, he He is extremely concerned inside and outside the words.Vitaly sympathized with the unspeakable secrets of a middle-aged unmarried man, and answered them obediently.Seeing that everything was fine, Flaubert told her the date of departure and left immediately.

Vitaly drank several glasses of red wine, her face and body felt a little hot, and she got off the carriage downstairs in the apartment building. When the cold wind blew, she felt quite chilly, so she hurried upstairs.Mrs. Reval had prepared hot water. She took a quick battle shower, changed into her pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

The next day I woke up with a stuffy nose and sneezed a few times as soon as I woke up.I knew that there was a cold wind last night, and I was worried that it would cause a fever.So Mrs. Reval went to the spice shop to buy some ginger, pepper, and nutmeg, took some of each, drank the decoction, and lay back on the bed, covered with a quilt, sweating all over.

Originally, she made an appointment to visit Goupil's Paris company today. His sales office is at No. 19 Boulevard Montmartre. Both Drael and Foran said they would go with her, so they made an appointment. In order to wait for them to be free today, they also sent someone to deliver a letter to Vincent van Gogh in advance.

Draai came back after two classes in the morning. He smelled the smell of ginger and nutmeg in the room, and asked in surprise, "What is this frying?"

Mrs. Reval got a small coal stove, boiled water in the living room, moved a wooden chair, and sat on it while watching and knitting.

"It's Miss. She caught a cold last night, and I'm afraid she's going to get sick." Mrs. Reval spoke with an Orleans accent.

"Is she asleep?"

"Slept for an hour."

"Go and see if she's awake. If she's better, ask her if she's still going out today?"

Mrs. Reval put down the knitting in her hand, got up and went to Vitaly's room.

Vitaly woke up in a daze, "Who is it?"

"It's Master Draai. He asked you if you're awake and if you're going out today."

"I have a terrible headache, give me another bowl of ginger water."

"it is good."

"what time is it?"

"It's more than six o'clock."

"I don't want to move, you ask Drae to write a note and send it to Mr. Van Gogh, saying that today can't pass."

Draer came in to see her. "Do you want a doctor to come to see you?"

"I want to sleep for a while," she rubbed her forehead, "I don't think I have a fever yet, if I do have a fever in the afternoon, you can call a doctor for me." She rarely gets sick, and most of the western medicines in this era are some water (The earliest formula of Coca-Cola was actually cough syrup), who knows what was put in it, and the cure basically depends on the sky; if it is more serious, it depends on surgery, but because there is no antibiotics, the postoperative infection problem cannot be solved, such as Napoleon III. Sudden death due to post-operative infection of bladder stone surgery - maybe a few more months of life without surgery.But for men, urinary stones are very fatal and cannot be tolerated.

"Then you rest first. If Fulan comes, I won't let him disturb you."

"When Fulan comes, let him go back. I definitely don't want to go out today."

Delray agreed.

But after Fran came, he didn't leave. Instead, he sat by her bed and drew a sketch for her.

"You are very annoying. I am sick, but you draw a sketch for me."

Fulan smiled mischievously, "I have drawn so many pictures of you, but I have never drawn you sick. Are you better? Do you want to go out for dinner with us later?"

She shook her head weakly, "I can't eat any more. You can bring some bread back, buy a small bottle of butter, and a pack of hazelnuts." It's cold, and I can't bring it back to eat, so it's better to eat bread to save trouble.

Ginger pepper meat -->>

The cardamom water tastes spicy, so I put two spoonfuls of sugar and drink it while pinching my nose.Indeed, it is also useful. After drinking it, you are sweating all over your body.She doesn't like to be sick. No one likes to be sick. She usually pays attention to balanced nutrition, adequate nutrition, and proper exercise. She just hopes to have a healthy body.

Draer and Fran went out to lunch, and a short time later a visitor came.

Mrs. Reval came in and reported, "It's a Mr. Van Gogh."

"Why is he here?" Mrs. Reval brought her a pillow and let her lean against the head of the bed.

"He said, he heard that you were sick, so he came to see you, and brought you a box of figs and a packet of marzipan."

She thought that this Mr. Van Gogh was really caring. Seeing that she was young, she brought fruits and candies that children would definitely like to visit her.But in fact, he can't enter her room, and she doesn't bother to get out of bed and change clothes to see him.

Then she said to Mrs. Reval: "Thank you for me. Say I'm not very sick, but I have a terrible headache and can't get out of bed to see him. Say sorry to him and ask him to go back first. When I get better , will write to him."

Vincent van Gogh left later.

After all, he was young, and after lying in bed for a whole day, he didn't have a fever, and realized that his head was sweating, and he was fine.In the evening, Mrs. Reval was asked to fetch hot water from downstairs and take a good bath in the bathtub; she was also asked to change the sheets, quilts and pillows, and wash the sweaty sheets and quilt covers.

Fran and Draai bought bread for her at noon and came back. In the afternoon, they went out side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and didn't come back until dinner time. They still brought her bread and fresh butter.

"Oh! Look at your rosy face, you must be cured!" Fulan said cheerfully.

Draer couldn't help but envy Fran's cheerful personality, who could talk to anyone.

"I'm much better." Vitaly smiled.

"You have to be careful, if you are really sick, Arthur will be anxious." Fran thought of his little friend on the other side of the strait, feeling a little sad.

"It's just a minor illness, I don't want to tell him." She shook her head.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Stay home these two days, don't go out. When are you going back?"

"next weekend."

"That's early. Do you want a new dress? Or a new hat? I see you're still wearing last year's hat." A lady always needs a nice new hat.

"Last year's hats were still very new." Women wear hats when they go out, regardless of age.Little girls wear hats with lots of floral decorations, girls' hats are less ornamented but pretty.Hats of countless types and colors can be seen on the streets of Paris. Hats are a symbol of status and class. People can tell what class you belong to when they look at your hat.

"But no one will be laughed at if they wear a hat for two years. I know a very good hat shop. In a few days, I will take you to buy new styles for this winter."

Vitaly wanted to laugh: I didn't say it, it must be the hat shop where his mysterious female patron, whom no one has ever seen, went to.

After resting at home for another day, she felt that she was really well. On the third day, Vitaly went to Goupil's company with Draai and Foran.

I delivered a letter to Vincent the day before, and he arrived at 19 Boulevard Montmartre as soon as the door opened early in the morning.

Goupil sells reproductions of famous paintings, etchings, woodcuts, and original works by well-known and unknown painters. They are divided into several sales halls according to the type and price. Of course, the most sold are the reproductions of famous paintings and the works of unknown painters. , without him, because the price is cheap.

Most customers can't tell where a painting is good at all. At this time, experienced salesmen need to sell it with a smooth tongue.Vincent is a somewhat shy young man. From an apprentice to a salesman, communicating with people is his biggest obstacle.Today, he directly skipped those replicas and ordinary paintings, and took Vitaly, a big client, to the last sales hall.

On the walls were some pretty good works, oils and pastels, framed, mostly by artists who were just beginning to be popular in France at the moment.

She was just wondering why there were no works by earlier painters, and then she thought again, the painters before the 18th century have all passed away, and there will be no new works. Of course, the price will be more expensive, and it should be a high-end product. There will even be auction bidding; modern painters are still alive, there will be a steady stream of new works coming out, and they are not so famous.

Except for a few, the paintings of other painters are not very expensive, like Edgar Degas, Claude Monet, Pierre Auguste Renoir, Paul Cézanne, these belong to the "New generation" painters, the prices of their paintings are generally only between 500 francs and 1500 francs, Degas and Monet's are slightly more expensive; the paintings of Camille Pissarro and Edouard Manet are generally 2000 to 3000 francs Among them, this is the price of oil painting. If the completion time is relatively short, the price will be directly discounted in half.

All living painters accept custom-made paintings, mainly focusing on portraits. Anyone with a little money wants to leave their own portraits for their descendants so that they can be hung in the corridors for future generations to look up to.

There are no portraits on the works for sale, and most of them are landscapes, still lifes, and flowers that are easy to sell, and landscapes and flowers are especially popular.Vitali skipped Degas and bought two landscapes by Monet, two flowers by Renoir, two still lifes in gouache by Pissarro, and two rural landscapes in pastel by Manet.

Vincent van Gogh knew why she skipped Degas and didn't sell her Degas. The price of the eight paintings was 8 francs, and Vitaly readily wrote him a check.

Vincent took the check and immediately asked the apprentices to pack the sold paintings and send them to their carriages.

When promoting the painting, Vincent had already asked her about her health and whether she liked marzipan, which he thought she would.

Vitaly said, "Thank you for the candy. But I like pine nuts better."

Poor Vincent was obviously taken aback, not knowing how to answer. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then I'll give you pine nut candies next time—" But thinking about it, something seemed wrong: Could it be that she was still expecting her to get sick soon? once?

Quickly added: "I mean, the next time I see you, it's not when you're sick."

The author has something to say: *Have you ever thought that Coca-Cola was originally a cough syrup? In 1886, American pharmacist John Pemberton formulated a cough syrup that became Coca-Cola.

*About the update, starting from January, there will be 1 words in the first chapter of the daily update, and the addition will occasionally drop, which will be explained in the summary.The first book is from throwing mines to advanced cute animals (1 mines). This book calculates the total number of mines thrown. A deep water is 6000 mines, and 50 words are added. At present, the background has more than 100 mines, and it will be added slowly in January. Even.The collection is currently 1. If the book can reach 300 before the book is finished, 1 words will be added directly; if the collection exceeds 4300, 5000 words will be added directly.