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Then when it came to Thomas' suspicious life experience, Mrs. Orland cautiously did not express her own opinion, but only stated that there was such a rumor.Thomas does not look like his father, nor his two older brothers. Thomas does not live in Boldwood Manor, but there is a family portrait of Douglas in the manor, parents and 4 sons, and two little Miss Boldwood who died young portrait painting.

To be honest, Vitaly sympathizes with Mrs. Mary very much. The current situation is so helpless. Most men think that as long as they have money to support their legitimate wives and children, their wives should have no complaints; Mrs. Mary's scandal is regarded as her revenge on her husband. Well, if it's true.

She didn't tell Arthur about the blood of his future husband's family, and Gabriel probably wouldn't tell him too many things. Arthur's moral bottom line is not high, and like most men, he believes that those are men's nature and rights .This should be "man's inferiority".

Arthur said that a man's love comes and goes quickly. If you want a man to always miss you, don't pay too much and too fast.

On the evening of the second day when we arrived at Birdwood Manor, it started to rain.

It quickly turned into sleet, and in the middle of the night, the rain stopped, and large flakes of snow fell from the sky. On the third morning, the snow was still fluttering, and the ground was covered with ankle-deep snow.

"Too bad!" complained Mrs. Oran. "It looks like I can't go tomorrow." They were only planning to stay at the Manor for two or three days before returning to London, and she didn't like staying under the same roof with the Earl.

"Then stay a few more days. If you need anything, ask Mrs. Green." Mr. Oran flipped through the newspaper and ate his breakfast.

"I don't need anything. What about you, Vitaly?"

"I shouldn't be short of anything. Leila brought me a lot of luggage. I thought she brought me too much luggage before." This is the advantage of having a servant service. You don't have to drag your luggage yourself. Of course, you can carry as much luggage as possible. Bring luggage.

Mrs. Orland laughed, "If you need anything, ask Mrs. Green, or tell me."

"I will." Mrs. Green was the housekeeper of Boldwood Manor.

Gabriel asked, "Do you have thick boots? The snow has stopped. I want to take you for a walk outside. It will be fun."

"I don't know, that's up to Layla."

"Wait and see."

"Is there anything fun here?"

"Fun?" he laughed. "England's country estates are pretty much the same, boring, and miles from the nearest neighbor. Men don't know any other pastimes other than hunting, and there's not much culture, if you really If you want to know."

Vitaly thought about it. Indeed, no matter in England or France, country manors are indeed quite boring, and small towns are also very boring, so people always want to go to big cities. Big cities have more population and are more interesting. .

Arthur looked sleep deprived and didn't know what the hell was going on.As for his semi-autobiographical novel, he finished writing it in the spring. Mr. Alfonso has read the first few chapters, and has signed a publishing contract. been revised.It's not a major revision, just another ending. He couldn't make up his mind which version of the ending to use, and jokingly said that he could put both endings in it.

Vitaly finally saw this novel called "Destruction" in Marseilles.

Insiders should be able to tell at a glance that Alan, the male supporting role based on Paul Verlaine, occupies about a quarter of the page.The novel starts from the days when the Paris Commune was suppressed at the end of May 1871. Victor, a boy from a small town in northern France, is forced to be involved in an overwhelming suppression and massacre in an unfamiliar Paris. Paris survived, the blood in the streets was appalling;

Victor wandered between his hometown and Paris. A few months later, he met Alan, a literary young man. How Alan took care of him, how he fell in love with Victor, told a forbidden love between the same sex; Tells how Victor realized that Alan's "love" was not pure, and for Victor, a pure love is necessary, love should be pure, unadulterated, sexual attraction Strength is a hormone, and has nothing to do with other external factors;

The love between Victor and Allen ended with Victor stabbing Allen. Victor thought he had killed Allen by accident, so he fled in a panic, boarded a ship from Marseilles, and forged his resume as a sailor. After wandering for 10 years, he wanted to save some money to improve his life, but he always failed, and the reality was extremely cold; at the end of the novel, Victor was injured in a bar fight, and when he was dying, he recalled his life and felt that he wasted his years , he is an insignificant "person" in this world, an insignificant person, a person who cannot get "true love";

Another ending is that Alan finds Victor who is seriously ill, saying that he has long since forgiven his injury, and Victor has forgotten him.

His writing style is excellent, the writing is clean and neat, and he never writes a single word. The overall atmosphere of the novel has the style of a cold and cold bystander, and the details are vivid. Even the fictional plot of the life of the sailors in the last third is also very detailed. If you don't know that he has never been a sailor on an ocean-going cargo ship, you will think that what the author describes is his own personal experience.

Vitaly took the novel back to Rouen and showed it to Flaubert.Flaubert also praised his concise and beautiful writing. The story is not complicated to tell, and there is no big reason. It is just the love and short life of a two-year-old boy. It has no "social significance" and no "social significance". Class conflict", the contradictions in all aspects are not sharp, and the plot of the suppression of the Paris Commune was not described in depth because of Victor's perspective. Mr. Alfonso was worried that he would not be able to pass the review.

Flaubert thought it was all right, who said that you must need to criticize current events when you write a novel?He didn't think there was any problem with talking about same-sex love, and he even thought that Arthur's writing was very beautiful, and of course it was very real in the world.He knew that Arthur was writing about the love between himself and Verlaine. From a writing point of view, Arthur could write whatever he wanted.Whether it can be published, whether it will arouse readers' resentment or even ban by the censorship department is something that publishers need to consider. Creators should not be restricted by the requirements of the censorship department. Creators -->>

Can't self-***.

The snow has been falling, and the goose feathers are snowing heavily.

Layla didn't expect snow, so she didn't bring her thick boots. Mrs. Green found a pair of Mrs. Mary's old boots for her. Her feet were smaller, and the boots were two sizes too big. They were wobbly. Layla found A bale of cotton was stuffed in the toe of the boot.

Gabriel took Vitaly to play in the snow on the wing terrace of the main house.

"Too much snow!" she yelled.

The snowflakes fell so hard that several snowflakes were superimposed together to form a flocculent snowball, which fell on the rabbit fur snow cap and her face, which was icy cold.

"That's interesting. Has it snowed so much in Rouen or Charleville in recent years?"

"Rouen doesn't have such a big snow, I don't like snow, it's too cold."

"We could live in London in the summer, Marseilles in the winter, or go to Spain."

"is it okay?"

"Of course. You can go wherever you want, and I want to make your life as happy as possible."

It's nice to have money!So everyone wants to be rich, and being rich means being able to do whatever you want.

The two jumped up and down in the snow, leaving a mess of footprints.

"Gabriel, are you happy?"

"Huh?" He turned to look at her, "Why do you ask that?"

"You want me to be happy, and I want you to be happy, but you have everything. I have nothing to give you except my love, and myself."

"It's enough to have you. Getting your love is my greatest happiness. What about you? Do you feel happy after getting my love?"

"Yeah." She nodded, "I love you, and you love me, and that's the best thing in the world."

"I also feel very happy." With a smile, he suddenly lowered his head and licked off the snowflakes on her eyelashes.

"Ah!" she yelled in a low voice.

"Go in quickly, your face is cold, don't freeze."

The two ran back to the main house hand in hand, entered the porch through the gate, and ran up the stairs hand in hand.

"Hey! Run slower!" Arthur followed behind them.

"Why don't you go out with us to play in the snow?" Vitaly asked with a smile.

"It's too cold, I don't like it. Don't get frostbite, go back and change your boots and coat."

"I'm not cold, I'm still very hot." She turned around and touched his face mischievously, which made him yell.

"Hands are freezing! Go and change! Ask Layla to light a charcoal basin in your room." There are no fashionable radiators in Boldwood Manor, and the bedroom is heated by a charcoal basin.He held back Gabriel, not allowing him to follow to his sister's room.

Leila followed Vitaly and touched her sleeves, "The sleeves are soaked! How did you play? It's so cold, it's better to stay in the room."

"Change my skirt quickly." She pulled the laces on her chest, "I also need to change my boots, these are not snow boots specially used for stepping on snow. I think Gabriel's boots are very good, they are made of leather Is it because Lady doesn't go out when it snows?"

"Of course, Miss and Madam don't want to go out to play in the snow."

"Remember to order men's leather boots in my shoe size when you go back to London, with rabbit fur inside, or ask the shoemaker what kind of lining to use inside to keep warm."

"Okay lady."

The sleeves were wet, even the sleeves of the cashmere coat were wet to the elbows.After changing into clean clothes inside and out, Leila asked the servant to bring in a charcoal basin and a thermos bottle, washed her face and hands, applied Vaseline on her face and hands, and rubbed them vigorously. Rub her hands together until her hands are warm again.

While nagging: "You have to protect your hands, otherwise you will get frostbite, but you will get frostbite."

She smiled, "No, I'm very careful. Chilblains will hurt and itch, very uncomfortable!"

Gabriel knocked on the door outside, "Weiwei, have you changed yet?"

"It's changed, wait for me."

In this era, the price of books is relatively expensive. The price of an ordinary novel is about 1 pound, and the price of professional books is at least double, and the number of publications is not large. Unlike later generations, tens of thousands of copies are often printed. Books can only be printed in a few hundred copies, so "reading" is an expensive thing. The reason why universities in various countries are proud of the number of library collections is that the larger the collection is, the more important it is to attract scholars and students. .

Even if the aristocrats don't like reading, they often open a special library at home. Books are wealth that can be passed down to future generations as family property. A library with a large collection of books is very popular, especially for poor students.

Arthur was very good at using the library when he was in Oxford, and he went to the public library in London. When he arrived at Boldwood Manor, he naturally went to see the earl's library for the first time.He and Gabriel agreed that the library in a family is enough to show whether the family is a family with heritage. Fortunately, the library of the Boldwood family is not bad, with thousands of books, some of which are from the 15th and 6th centuries. first edition.

Novels only began to rise in Britain after the 17th century. Previously printed books were rare and expensive due to woodblock printing. There were only scripts for entertainment, and most social science books were philosophy books and some political pamphlets.

Arthur was in the library, leafing through the first edition of Gulliver's Travels.