Madame Julie Roubere middle daughter awaiting the arrival sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who recently returned from a trip to Switzerland Affairs.
The entire family of five since the lottery melancong sunday ago. Madame Henriette allowing her husband returned alone to the village homes in Calvados, because there are some business matters to be completed, and spent several nights in Paris with sister. The night passed. In the quiet stillness, Madame Roubere preoccupied with the thoughts of blank, eyes occasionally raised eyebrow every time to hear the sound.
Finally, the door of her house diketuk, and sister appear in bold dressing jacket. And without a formal, fully embrace their love in a quite long time, disconnect hug hug each other a moment ago again. Then, they ask the newspaper, family and thousands of other things, menggosip and interrupt each other, while Madame Henriette busy removing the jacket and hat.
Night is dark. Madame Roubere light a small lamp, and not long after, he was acungkan lights up to contemplate the face sister, and memeluknya again. However, how terkejutnya when he faces sister tercintanya contemplate it. He looks back and fear.
At the head of Madame Letore appear two large bundle of white hair. The rest, the hair that looks and jet black sparkler on each side of the head there are two set silvery lace to the middle of a clump of black hair mengitarinya. He was new 24 years old, and of course this change really surprising since the kepergiannya him to Switzerland.
Without the slightest move, Madame Roubere contemplate full wonderment, dots will to tear the two-colored. Pikirannya berkecamuk, what a disaster that has occurred in the sister.
He asked, "What is the matter with, Henriette?"
Menyunggingkan with a smile on a sad face, a smile that broken-hearted, Henriette said, "None whatsoever. Oath. Are you are considering hair putihku this?"
But Madame Roubere hurried to seize pundaknya, menatapnya sharp, and repeat the question again.
"What is the matter with? Ayo says, what has happened. And if you lie, I will find out."
They still view each other, and Madame Henriette, who looks as though unconscious desire, meneteskan tears from both corners of the eyes.
Adiknya ask again, "What is the matter with what's going on? Responsibility Ayo me!"
With a broken voice, broken and sobbing, said Henriette, "I ... I have a sweetheart."
When a little more quiet, when the loud sound of gulp heart began to peter out, he hand in his head to chest adiknya seems to want to throw all the burden of his heart, to exhaust all that has been suffering chest tighten.
Bergenggaman hands with each other, the two brothers is running the sofa in a dark corner of the room. They drowned in the compassion, the younger brother hug brother freeze to juxtapose themselves, and listen.
"Oh! Kalimatku I know this does not make sense, I can not even understand myself, and since then I feel has become a madman. Be careful, adikku, be careful with yourself! If only you knew how weak we are, how quickly we give up and fall. Just a moment softness course, one of the melankolis among thousands menerpamu longing to open the hand, to love, like something, then you will easily fall.
You know my husband, and you know how I mencintainya; but he was the man who cooked and rational, and not able to understand the vibration of a soft-hearted woman. He is always the same, always good, always smiling, always friendly, always perfect. Oh! How sometimes I wish that he was in his hands memelukku ago given a soft sweet kiss and slowly. How I hope that he becomes a man foolish, even weak, so he felt membutuhkanku, need belaianku and water eyes.
All this seems culun, but we, the women, that be like that. What power we? But, never mind olehku to leave my husband. Now it happened, without love, without reason, without anything, just because it has menyinariku hours a night on the edge of Lake Lucerne.
During the months that, when we travel together, my husband, who is still with sikapnya indifferent, has been crippling semangatku, extinguish puitisku sense. When we walk down the mountain at sunrise, when the two horses bersenda mutual banter, vagueness in the fog, we see the valleys, forests, rivers and countryside, I clap hard-hard and said to him: 'How beautiful, O husband! Give me kiss! Kiss me! 'He only said, with a smile dinginnya:' There is no reason for us to smooch each other just because you like this scene. "
Kalimatnya and had my heart freeze. Menurutku, when two people love each other, they should be left out by the scene-the beautiful scenery. I have frozen my heart with poetry. I like the stove or bottle tersiram tersegel the meeting.
One night (we stayed four nights in a hotel in Fluelen), due to headaches, Robert immediately after dinner sleep, and I walk the streets alone on the edge of the lake.
Night was passed as a tale-tale before sleep. Full moon suddenly appears in the sky above; high mountains, with a tinge of white snow, like silver crown wear; gemericik lake water with ripple-ripple small sparkler. The air so soft, with a warmth that would like to merasukiku fainting. I am so kepayang without any reason. But how sensitive, how bergolaknya heart at that time! Jantungku berdegup hard and emosiku the stronger.
I sat on the grass, up the lake area, and incredible melankolis that, seems to have strange feelings merasukiku; terangkum I think in the thirst for love that is not terlegakan, a rebellion against kebodohanku throughout life. What! Not a chance for me to be able to walk with a man who kucintai, embrace each other with hands and mouth smooch each other, along the lake like this? Can not smack my lips in a delicious smell, and the intoxicating evening which was created to enjoy God? Is not this nasibku to penetrate beautiful love in the shadow in the night light week this summer?
Then tangisku explode like mad women. I heard something moving in behind. And a man standing there, menatapku sharp. When kupalingkan head, he mengenaliku and said, 'You weep, madam? "
He is a youth center melancong with his mother, and we often meet. Eyes often menguntitku. I am so confused and do not know what should be said. Kujawab just that I am currently sick.
He dekatku running in a manner that is polite and soft, then start talking to me about our trip. Kurasakan all that he has been translated into words. All things that can enthuse membuatku he understood perfectly, better than myself. And suddenly he quoted poetry larik-larik Alfred de Musset. Tenggorokanku tersekat, I am stunned with the emotions bubble over. Visible in sekelilingku, mountains, lakes and light days for the singing.
So there. Entahlah. I do not know why, such a halusinasi.
I did not meet with him again, until the morning he must continue the journey again. He was given a card! "
Then, while falling into the embrace of her female sister, Madame lottery sesenggukan crying, nearly like a child. Madame Roubere, with a serious face, said with a soft, "Hear, kakakku, often not a man who we love, but love itself. Bulanlah And the light became lovers sejatimu that night." ***
The entire family of five since the lottery melancong sunday ago. Madame Henriette allowing her husband returned alone to the village homes in Calvados, because there are some business matters to be completed, and spent several nights in Paris with sister. The night passed. In the quiet stillness, Madame Roubere preoccupied with the thoughts of blank, eyes occasionally raised eyebrow every time to hear the sound.
Finally, the door of her house diketuk, and sister appear in bold dressing jacket. And without a formal, fully embrace their love in a quite long time, disconnect hug hug each other a moment ago again. Then, they ask the newspaper, family and thousands of other things, menggosip and interrupt each other, while Madame Henriette busy removing the jacket and hat.
Night is dark. Madame Roubere light a small lamp, and not long after, he was acungkan lights up to contemplate the face sister, and memeluknya again. However, how terkejutnya when he faces sister tercintanya contemplate it. He looks back and fear.
At the head of Madame Letore appear two large bundle of white hair. The rest, the hair that looks and jet black sparkler on each side of the head there are two set silvery lace to the middle of a clump of black hair mengitarinya. He was new 24 years old, and of course this change really surprising since the kepergiannya him to Switzerland.
Without the slightest move, Madame Roubere contemplate full wonderment, dots will to tear the two-colored. Pikirannya berkecamuk, what a disaster that has occurred in the sister.
He asked, "What is the matter with, Henriette?"
Menyunggingkan with a smile on a sad face, a smile that broken-hearted, Henriette said, "None whatsoever. Oath. Are you are considering hair putihku this?"
But Madame Roubere hurried to seize pundaknya, menatapnya sharp, and repeat the question again.
"What is the matter with? Ayo says, what has happened. And if you lie, I will find out."
They still view each other, and Madame Henriette, who looks as though unconscious desire, meneteskan tears from both corners of the eyes.
Adiknya ask again, "What is the matter with what's going on? Responsibility Ayo me!"
With a broken voice, broken and sobbing, said Henriette, "I ... I have a sweetheart."
When a little more quiet, when the loud sound of gulp heart began to peter out, he hand in his head to chest adiknya seems to want to throw all the burden of his heart, to exhaust all that has been suffering chest tighten.
Bergenggaman hands with each other, the two brothers is running the sofa in a dark corner of the room. They drowned in the compassion, the younger brother hug brother freeze to juxtapose themselves, and listen.
"Oh! Kalimatku I know this does not make sense, I can not even understand myself, and since then I feel has become a madman. Be careful, adikku, be careful with yourself! If only you knew how weak we are, how quickly we give up and fall. Just a moment softness course, one of the melankolis among thousands menerpamu longing to open the hand, to love, like something, then you will easily fall.
You know my husband, and you know how I mencintainya; but he was the man who cooked and rational, and not able to understand the vibration of a soft-hearted woman. He is always the same, always good, always smiling, always friendly, always perfect. Oh! How sometimes I wish that he was in his hands memelukku ago given a soft sweet kiss and slowly. How I hope that he becomes a man foolish, even weak, so he felt membutuhkanku, need belaianku and water eyes.
All this seems culun, but we, the women, that be like that. What power we? But, never mind olehku to leave my husband. Now it happened, without love, without reason, without anything, just because it has menyinariku hours a night on the edge of Lake Lucerne.
During the months that, when we travel together, my husband, who is still with sikapnya indifferent, has been crippling semangatku, extinguish puitisku sense. When we walk down the mountain at sunrise, when the two horses bersenda mutual banter, vagueness in the fog, we see the valleys, forests, rivers and countryside, I clap hard-hard and said to him: 'How beautiful, O husband! Give me kiss! Kiss me! 'He only said, with a smile dinginnya:' There is no reason for us to smooch each other just because you like this scene. "
Kalimatnya and had my heart freeze. Menurutku, when two people love each other, they should be left out by the scene-the beautiful scenery. I have frozen my heart with poetry. I like the stove or bottle tersiram tersegel the meeting.
One night (we stayed four nights in a hotel in Fluelen), due to headaches, Robert immediately after dinner sleep, and I walk the streets alone on the edge of the lake.
Night was passed as a tale-tale before sleep. Full moon suddenly appears in the sky above; high mountains, with a tinge of white snow, like silver crown wear; gemericik lake water with ripple-ripple small sparkler. The air so soft, with a warmth that would like to merasukiku fainting. I am so kepayang without any reason. But how sensitive, how bergolaknya heart at that time! Jantungku berdegup hard and emosiku the stronger.
I sat on the grass, up the lake area, and incredible melankolis that, seems to have strange feelings merasukiku; terangkum I think in the thirst for love that is not terlegakan, a rebellion against kebodohanku throughout life. What! Not a chance for me to be able to walk with a man who kucintai, embrace each other with hands and mouth smooch each other, along the lake like this? Can not smack my lips in a delicious smell, and the intoxicating evening which was created to enjoy God? Is not this nasibku to penetrate beautiful love in the shadow in the night light week this summer?
Then tangisku explode like mad women. I heard something moving in behind. And a man standing there, menatapku sharp. When kupalingkan head, he mengenaliku and said, 'You weep, madam? "
He is a youth center melancong with his mother, and we often meet. Eyes often menguntitku. I am so confused and do not know what should be said. Kujawab just that I am currently sick.
He dekatku running in a manner that is polite and soft, then start talking to me about our trip. Kurasakan all that he has been translated into words. All things that can enthuse membuatku he understood perfectly, better than myself. And suddenly he quoted poetry larik-larik Alfred de Musset. Tenggorokanku tersekat, I am stunned with the emotions bubble over. Visible in sekelilingku, mountains, lakes and light days for the singing.
So there. Entahlah. I do not know why, such a halusinasi.
I did not meet with him again, until the morning he must continue the journey again. He was given a card! "
Then, while falling into the embrace of her female sister, Madame lottery sesenggukan crying, nearly like a child. Madame Roubere, with a serious face, said with a soft, "Hear, kakakku, often not a man who we love, but love itself. Bulanlah And the light became lovers sejatimu that night." ***
WORK : Guy de Maupassant
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