[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

The wedding of Marius and Cosette was happily prepared.According to the doctor's opinion, taking into account Marius' physical condition, the preparations for the wedding would be best in February next year, that is to say, there are still three months to go.But Fantine and old Monsieur Gillenormand still felt that the time was not enough.They have to consider everything: porcelain, jewelry, dowry, what style and lace should be used for the bride's dress, what should be the design of the bride's bouquet, how should the wedding venue be arranged, what flowers and how many flowers should be used? How to arrange the sticks and carriages, who to invite, what kind of invitations should be designed... all these things, I am very happy.

At this time, even the old maid Dusan was busy with her, and it was Corona who had the most leisure.She herself knew that her physical condition would only add to the chaos, so she simply left it alone, and just asked someone to move a set of painting tools to the next room, and paint on and off every day for a while.

Anne was in the studio when she finally entered the house on the Boulevard Saint-Germain.Anne has become very familiar with Fantine and Cosette these days. She followed the path Fantine pointed out and went up to the second floor to find Coronne in her room. In front of an oil painting—the picture is a barricade in the middle of the night, the whole painting is dark, only a glimmer of light shines through the corner of the picture, but the red flag illuminated by the torch on the top of the barricade is like a ball of fire.

She immediately lost her temper, turned around and left, but Corona had already heard the movement at the door, she turned around, her whole face lit up: "Annie!"

Annie ignored her and strode out.Corona dropped the paintbrush in her hand and chased after her, but halfway there, she tripped over the toolbox on the ground and almost fell.Annie was startled by the movement behind her, and without thinking, she turned around and rushed back to catch her, and Corona took advantage of the opportunity to hold her hand. "I'm sorry." She said sincerely.

Her hands were cold, the fingers so thin, so pale against the mottled red and black paint.She used to walk lightly and quickly, how could she be tripped so casually?Anne relented. "What the hell are you going crazy for!" She cursed in a low voice, tears already falling as she spoke.

"I'm sorry." Corona apologized again in a low voice.She really didn't know what else to say.Annie punched her on the shoulder bitterly, and Corona was thrown backwards, but she refused to hide.

"You know it!" cried Annie. "You know I have no relatives! You know it!"

She dragged Corona to cry and scold, but Corona could only listen with a wry smile.But the two finally reconciled.It wasn't until dusk fell that they were finally able to talk about business in a calm manner. Anne told Corona about the school affairs, and then talked about Eponine, who had almost recovered from her injuries in recent days. "She insisted on leaving, saying she would leave Paris with her sister."

Coronne didn't have any affection for Eponine, but now that she knew that Cosette and Eponine somehow had a friendship, she still asked, "Then where is she going?"

"She said she was going back to Montreuil. Anyway, she was determined to leave Paris."

"She took her sister by herself, what can she do when she goes back?"

"Maybe be a laborer."

Because of Jean Valjean, they have occasionally paid attention to some Montreuil news over the years.Naturally, Jean Valjean paid the most attention to himself, and Coronne, who lived under the same roof as him, knew something about it.Mr. Farner, who he handed over the factory to at the beginning, did have certain talents. Under his management, although Montreuil was no longer as grand as it was at the beginning, it has been maintained so-so. The business of the factory is still not bad, and the workers Their treatment is also justified.

"That's fine," she said.

"Although I don't understand why she doesn't find a job in Paris, but she thinks so, and I don't bother to stop her." Anne said, "It's just that Cosette wanted to give her travel expenses, but she refused again and again. Finally, Cosette Find me and say you want money from me. Do you know anything about it?"

"Then give it as she said, and let her pay anyway." Corona smiled.

"Are you serious? She said three thousand francs."

Corona was also taken aback, but after thinking about it, she said, "Do as she says!"

But this reminded her, and she asked Anne to find out how the Thenardiers were doing in prison.Anne herself was so busy that she turned around and entrusted this matter to Courfeyrac who was recovering from her injuries, which surprised Courfeyrac: Coronne and Marius both asked him to inquire about these two matters. Personally, the tone is completely different.So he went around to the rich kids he was dating, and wrote back a few days later: both of them had died of illness in prison.Eponine also got the news, and a few days later she left Paris with her sister and the three thousand francs, and Coronne never saw her again.She was secretly relieved, but Cosette was sad for a while. "I would have loved to invite her to the wedding!" she said.

After a while, she added: "But I think Éponine probably doesn't want to come."

February [-], [-], was a joyous day.It happened to be the last day of Carnival, but in the hearts of the ecstatic couple, it just added to the joy of the wedding.Cosette is dazzing and charming in the city hall and church.Fantine wept and laughed, clutching her wrists all the way to hold back the tears, until the creases of her satin shirt were clenched.The couple rode in a carriage from the town hall to the church, and from the church back to their residence on the Rue de la Passionate nuns, followed by a large group of guests: on Cosette's side Anne, the headmaster, several teachers and several students of the girls' school, Marius over there are friends from ABC.Gavroche and the youngest daughter of a schoolteacher were in charge of their flower girls.

A banquet is set up in the dining room.A large chandelier hangs above the dining table, glass, crystal, glassware, tableware, porcelain, earthenware, gold and silver vessels, everything is dazzling, exquisite and lovely, reflecting the hall as bright as day.Beside the table were three large easy-chairs, the first belonging to M. Gillenormand, the second to Jean Valjean, and the third to Fantine.People took their seats according to their numbers, but the middle chairs were empty.Jean Valjean was nowhere to be found.M. Gillenormand then asked Basque, the servant in charge of the house, "Where is Monsieur Jean?"

Basque replied: "It was Mr. Jean who asked me to tell the master that his injured hand is a little sore. He cannot dine with the baron and the baroness. Please forgive him. He will come back tomorrow morning. He has just left."

"Is that so?" Fantine rose hastily.Corona held her down: "You are a mother, how can you leave! Otherwise, I will go home and have a look."

"Mr. Jean said, it's just a little problem, please don't disturb everyone." Basque quickly added, "He has repeatedly asked me to let everyone have a good time tonight, and don't worry about him at all."

With what he said, and Mr. Gillenormand's repeated persuasion, Coronne sat down peacefully.She was next to Fantine on one side, and Combeferre on the other. This was mainly because her health had never fully recovered, and her lung injury had left a root cause. A doctor came sitting next to her.Combeferre asked her, as she covered her mouth and coughed softly: "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine!" Corona smiled and replied softly.

The banquet was very lively, and all the guests at the table were smiling. Courfeyrac kept telling jokes, which made Marius blush.He talked about the stupid appearances of Marius when he was secretly in love with Cosette, which made Cosette laugh, shy, and want to continue listening.Mr. Gillenormand was even more delighted from ear to ear. His joy alone could infect a whole room.In the excitement, everyone forgot Jean Valjean's absence, and even Fantine devoted all her heart to her daughter.But Gongbefer still noticed that Coronna's cough became more and more frequent. After the main course was served and before the fruit dessert was served, she was already showing a little tiredness.

"I'll take my leave first," she whispered to Combeferre, after a cough.

"Shall I take you home?" asked Combeferre.

"No need! It's not a big deal, my own body knows it by itself. Don't worry!"

She smiled, turned to Fantine and exchanged a few words in a low voice with Fantine, and then quietly left the table while Fantine was talking to M. Gillenormand.She put on her overcoat, went to the street, glanced back at the brightly lit mansion, and smiled wryly at herself.

She didn't ask a carriage to pick her up in advance, so she simply entrusted other carriages outside to pick up and drop off guests to take her home and come back.Because the tip was generous, the driver was very happy. When she returned to the Boulevard Saint-Germain, the carnival crowd outside had not dispersed.

Both Dusan and Mazlo at home also went to the wedding, so Corona took out the key and opened the door quietly without disturbing anyone.She remembered that Jean Valjean had said earlier that his wound hurt—she knew well that Jean Valjean would not bother anyone else if it was really a slight ailment.So, afraid of disturbing his rest, she entered the door quietly and cautiously, without turning on the light, and only took advantage of the moonlight outside to change into soft-soled slippers in the porch without making a sound.When she bypassed the sofa and walked up the stairs quietly, she stopped.From the direction of Jean Valjean's room she heard a heartbroken cry.

She stood there and listened quietly for a while, until her chest tightened again and her throat felt itchy.She took a deep breath, held her breath, and kept herself from coughing, then covered her mouth with one hand, held on to the railing with the other, and walked upstairs quickly.

The author has something to say: Some words and sentences are quoted from the original work, no more than 100 words.

————————————————————

Because this paragraph is almost completely the plot of the original work, so I didn’t write it very clearly. I didn’t expect everyone to have questions. www

In the original novel, Jean Valjean believed that he had been guilty and was not qualified to accept the etiquette of kissing hands between Marius and Cosette. He deliberately injured his hand and hugged it with gauze, and deliberately missed the wedding.At the same time, he was determined to completely hand over Cosette to her husband after marriage and quit her life by himself, so he was very painful on the wedding day, but finally chose to let go.

(When I read the ending of the original book, I cried and lost several packs of tissues...)

Because of the various changes caused by Corona, this article has weakened the extreme interdependent relationship between Jean Valjean and Cosette in the original work to a certain extent, but their relationship is still very deep.Jean Valjean's personality changes are not affected by Corona. He will still demand himself according to the standards of a saint, and he will still suffer from the same problems.

―――――― (Excerpt from the original text) ――

What became of Jean Valjean?Under Cosette's gentle order, after Jean Valjean smiled, he stood up immediately without anyone noticing, and walked into the waiting room.It was in this room that eight months ago, covered in mud, blood, and dust, he came to give his grandson to his grandfather.The old wooden utensils were decorated with flowers and leaves, and the luthiers sat on the benches where Marius had once been placed.Basque, dressed in a black jacket, shorts, white socks and white gloves, placed wreaths of roses around each plate to be served.Jean Valjean pointed out to him his bandaged arm, asked him to explain his absence, and went out.

The latticed windows of the dining-room looked out onto the street, and Jean Valjean stood for a few minutes under their shining windows in the darkness.he listens.The noise of the banquet reached his ears, and he heard his grandfather's high-pitched and commanding speech, the sound of the violin, the clink of cups and plates, the laughter, and in the whole merry din he could distinguish Cosette's soft and pleasant voice.

After leaving the Street of the Sisters of the Passion, he returned to the Street of Warriors.On his way home, he passed the Rue Saint-Louis, the Rue Sainte-Catherine, and the White Coat Shop. It was a long stretch, but it was three months since he and Cosette had walked every day in order to avoid the crowds and the mud of the Rue des Oldes. The usual route from Martial Arts Street to Passionate Nuns Street.The path Cosette had taken led him to reject any other.Jean Valjean returned home.He lit a candle and went upstairs.The room is empty.Dusan is gone too.Jean Valjean's steps in the room were louder than usual.All cupboards are open.He went into Cosette's room.

There was no sheet on the bed.A muslin pillow, without a case or lace, rests on top of the folded quilt cover at the foot of the mattress, revealing the linen cover, and no one will sleep again.She took with her all the trinkets of womanhood that Cosette loved; only the heavy wood and the four walls remained.Toussaint's beds were likewise taken away, except for one made up, which seemed to be waiting for someone, and that was Jean Valjean's bed.

Jean Valjean looked at the walls, closed the doors of the cupboards, and went from room to room.

Then he went back to his room and put the candle on the table.He took his hand out of the sling, and he used his right hand as if he wasn't in pain.As he approached the bed, his gaze, by chance or on purpose, rested on the "inseparable thing", which was the little box that Cosette had been jealous of in the past, and which he never left.When he came to Wuren Street on June [-]th, he put it on a small round table with one leg next to his bed.He quickly walked to the round table, took out a key from his pocket, and opened the small box.

Slowly he took out the clothes Cosette wore when she left Montferon ten years ago; first he took out the little black dress, then the black square scarf, and then the clumsy children's boots, which Cosette could almost use now. It fit, for she had small feet, and then he took out a heavy denim bodice, and a jersey skirt, and an apron with pockets, and woolen stockings.These wool socks also retain the shape of the child's calf cutely.It was not much longer than Jean Valjean's hand.These are all black.It was he who had brought these garments to Meng Fei? d for her to wear.He took out his clothes and put them on the bed.he was thinking.He is remembering.It was winter, a cold December, her half-naked body was shivering in rags, her poor little feet were red from the cold in her wooden shoes.It was he, Jean Valjean, who made her take off the rags and put on mourning clothes.How happy the mother was to see her daughter mourning for her in the grave, especially when she was clothed and warm!He thought of the forest of Montferon; they had passed together, Cosette and him; he thought of the weather, the bare trees, the woods without birds, the sky without sun; All very cute.He laid out the little clothes on the bed and the scarf next to the skirt.The fleece socks were next to the boots, and the underwear was next to the dress, and he looked at them both.She was so tall, she carried her big doll in her arms, she put her louis d'or in the pocket of her apron, she laughed and laughed, and they walked hand in hand, she was alone in the world.

Then his respectable white-haired head fell upon the bed, and the heart of the calm old man was so broken that his face was completely buried in Cosette's clothes, and if anyone had passed by the stairs at this moment, the pain would have been audible. howling.