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Madame Bovar by Gustave Flauert

Part One, Chapter

1 we were studying when the

The headmaster entered, followed by a new

dressed as a bourgeois and a boy

class that carried a large desk those

Those who were sleeping woke up and each

stood up, seemingly surprised, in the middle of his work.

the headmaster signaled us

sat back down and then turned towards the master

"Studying, Mr. Roger," he told him.

halfway here is a student that I will

He recommends entering fifth grade if his

His work and conduct are commendable.

he will move up to the big leagues where he is called

his age remained in the corner behind the

the door was so well hidden that it was barely visible

the new guy was a country boy

about fifteen years old and more

taller than any of us he

had hair cut short on the front

like a village singer, the air

reasonable and very embarrassed, although he

his abyss was not broad-shouldered

The black button from Dravert must have bothered him

around the edges and let it show through the

slot in the red handles

accustomed to being naked, her legs in the bottom

Blue hues were emerging from yellowish trousers

he was very much in the know

wearing very poorly polished shoes

studded with nails, the recitation began.

He listened to the lessons with all his might.

attentive ears as if at a sermon

not even daring to cross her thighs nor

lean on your elbow and at two o'clock

when the bell rang the study master

was obliged to warn him so that he

put with us in the ranks we had

the habit upon entering the classroom of throwing

our caps on the ground in order to have

then our hands were freer, it was necessary

as soon as they reached the doorstep, throw them under

the bench so as to strike against the

wall by making a lot of

dust, that was it

but either he hadn't noticed this

maneuver or that he would not have dared to do so

submitting the prayer was finished when the

new guy still held his cap on

her two knees, it was one of those

composite hairstyles where one

find the elements of the fur hat

of the chaperone of the cap of

otter and cotton cap one of these

poor things, finally, whose ugliness

mute has depths of expression

like the face of a fool who

swollen like a whale, she began three

circular rolls then alternated

separated by a red band from the diamond shapes

velvet and rabbit fur came

then a type of bag that

ended with a cardboard polygon

covered with soutache embroidery

complicated and from where hung at the end of a

long cord too thin a little

gold wire cross in the manner of

gland, it was brand new, the visor

"It was shining, stand up," said the professor.

he stood up, his cap fell off completely

The class started laughing, he bent down to

A neighbor knocked her down.

with a nudge of his elbow he picked it up again

Once you've gotten rid of your

helmet, said the professor, who was a

A witty man—there was a burst of laughter.

schoolchildren who disconcerted the poor man

boy so well that he didn't know if he

you had to keep your cap in your hand

leave it on the ground or put it on its

He sat back down and rested his head on his

"Get up on your knees," the professor continued.

and your name the new articulate of a

a stammering voice a name

unintelligible, repeat the same

a stammering of syllables ensued

hear covered by the boos of the

"Higher class!" shouted the teacher.

the new one then taking a

extreme resolution opened a mouth

immense and launched at full lungs as

to call someone this word

charbauarie it was a racket which

leaped forward

of water with bursts of high-pitched voices on

they yelled, they barked, they stamped their feet, they

charbovar repeated

charbovar then who rolled in notes

isolated, calming down with great difficulty and

sometimes which would suddenly resume on the

line of a bench where his still protruded

and then, like a poorly extinguished firecracker, something

Muffled laughter, however, under the rain of

We are gradually restoring order.

in the classroom and the teacher arrived

to enter the name of Charles Bovary

the child was made to dictate, spell, and reread

immediately ordered the poor devil

to go sit on the lazy bench

at the foot of the flesh he placed himself

movement, but before leaving he hesitated

"What are you looking for?" asked the professor.

Macas timidly made the new

casting glances around him

worried healthy hundred worms to the whole class

exclaimed in a furious voice, stopped as

the quiet a new gust stay

SO

continued the indignant professor and

wiping his forehead with his handkerchief

that he had just taken from his toque

As for you, the new guy, you'll copy me.

twenty times the verb ridiculous sum then

in a softer voice, hey you

You will find your cap, we will not...

He didn't steal it, everything calmed down.

heads bowed over the cardboard boxes and

the new one stayed for two hours

in exemplary attire, although there

had from time to time some

paper balls thrown from a beak that

it splashed on his face but he

he wiped himself with his hand and remained

eyes motionless

lowered in the evening at the study he drew his

the ends of the sleeves of his desk put in

sorted out his little affairs

carefully his paper we saw him

who worked conscientiously seeking

all the words in the dictionary and se

causing a lot of trouble, no doubt thanks

to this goodwill which he demonstrated

he had to not go down into the

lower class because he knew

He hardly had any rules.

of elegance in the phrasing, it was the

priest of his village who had

started learning Latin, his parents by

the economy having not sent him to college

that as late as possible his father M

charlesdenis Bartholomé beauovary ancient

Major surgeon's assistance compromise towards

in conscription matters and

forced to leave around that time

service had then taken advantage of its

personal advantages to seize at

passing a donation of sixty thousand francs

who offered herself in the form of a merchant's daughter

hosiery maker who fell in love with his

Belhomme's boastful turn of phrase, making it sound

his spurs high, sporting sideburns

joined the fingers to the mustache

always adorned with rings and dressed in

with its bright colors, it had the appearance of a

brave with the easy enthusiasm of a clerk

A traveler, once married he lived two or

three years on his wife's fortune

Dinant, getting up late, smoking in

large porcelain pipes

returning home in the evening, the show and

frequenting cafes the stepfather

he died and left little behind.

indignant, he embarked on the factory there

lost some money and then withdrew

in the countryside where he wanted to do

worth it, but as he didn't understand

hardly more in culture than in Indian

that he was riding his horses instead of the

sending to the plough drank his cider

bottle instead of selling it in

barrel ate the most beautiful

poultry from his yard and greased his

hunting boots with the bacon of his

pigs he soon perceived

that it was better to plant everything there

speculation for two hundred francs

therefore he found a place to rent each year in a

village on the border of the CO country and

from Picardy a sort of half-loge

farmhouse half manor house and wicker

consumed by regret, accusing a jealous heaven

Against everyone, he locked himself away from the start.

disgusted with the age of forty-five

men, he said, and determined to live in

Peace, his wife had been madly in love with him

she had loved him with a thousand servility

who had detached him from her again

more in the once expansive and played

She was so loving as she grew older.

having become like the praised wine which

turns sour, difficult mood

nervous chatterer

she had suffered so much without

she would first feel sorry for him when she saw him

running after all the gootons of

village and that twenty bad places the

They sent him back in the evening, blasé and could not

drunkenness, then he had revolted.

She had fallen silent, swallowing her rage in a

silent stoicism that she maintained until her

she was constantly running in death

she was going to the lawyers for the matter

the president remembered the deadline of the

tickets were experiencing delays and at the

house ironed sewed bleached

monitored the workers, paid the

memories while without worrying about

nothing sir, constantly numb

in a sulky drowsiness from which he did not

he would only wake up to tell her

unpleasant things remained to be done, smoking at

by the fireside, spitting into the ashes

When she had a child, it was necessary

put in foster care, returned home

The child was spoiled like a prince by his mother

his father fed him jam

let it run without shoes and for

The philosopher even said that he

could well go completely naked like the

children of beasts against the

maternal tendencies he had in mind

a certain virile ideal of childhood

which he was trying to train his son

wanting him to be raised harshly to

lapartiate to give him a good

constitution he sent her to bed

Without fire, he was learning to drink large amounts

HR tactics and insults

processions but naturally peaceful

the little one was responding poorly to his efforts

mother always dragged him along after her

she cut out cardboard for him

told stories, they talked

with him in endless monologues

full of melancholic gaiety and ch

chattering in the isolation of her life

she transferred it onto this child's head

all her vanities scattered and shattered, she

she dreamed of high positions she saw it

already tall, beautiful, spiritual, established in

the bridges and roads or in the

magistracy

she taught him to read and even him

she taught on an old piano that she

had to sing two or three little

romances, but to all this, Ms. Bovary, little.

concerned about letters, he said that this

It was pointless, would he ever have

what to maintain it in the schools of

government buy him a position or

a business, moreover, with some

A man's audacity always leads to success.

world Madame Bovary bit her lip

and the child wandered through the village

they followed the farmers and

chased away the clods of earth

crows that flew away, they ate

walls along the ditches guarded the

turkeys with a pole were withering at the

Harvest ran through the woods, playing at the

hopscotch under the church on the days of

rain and at the great festivals he begged the

It's nice to let him ring the bells.

to hang himself with his whole body from the

large rope and feel carried away by

she, in her flight, also pushed him

Like an oak tree, he acquired strong hands

beautiful colors at twelve years old, her mother

obtained permission to begin his studies on

The priest was put in charge, but the lesson was

so short and so poorly followed that it

could be of great use, it was at

Lost moment was given in the

sacristy standing hastily between a

baptism and a funeral or the

the priest sent for his pupil after

the Angelus when he didn't have to go out

we went up to his room

The midges and the

moths were swirling around

the candle it was hot the child

would fall asleep and the little man

dozing off with his hands on his stomach

soon started snoring with his mouth

open from long ago when the priest

returning from the viaticum to a few

sick people from the surrounding area spotted Charles

who was mischievous in the countryside he

called him, lectured him a quarter

of the hour and took the opportunity to

make him conjugate his verb at the foot

rain came from a tree

interrupt or an acquaintance who

he was always passing by

pleased with himself, he even said that the young

man had a lot of

Charles' memory could not leave it at that.

madam was energetic, ashamed, or tired

rather, sir yielded without resistance and

waited another year until the kid would have done

his first

Six more months passed after communion

and the following year Charles was

permanently sent to college

Rouen, where his father himself brought him towards

the end of October, during the fair season

Saint-Romain, it would now be

impossible for any of us to do nothing

to remember him, he was a boy of

moderate temperament who played at

recreation worked at the study

listening in class, sleeping well at

dormitory, good food, dining hall, he

had a hardware store as its correspondent

basically from the glove shop street which

took out once a month the

Sunday after his shop was

closed sent him wandering on the

port to watch the boats then the

brought them back to school as early as 7 a.m.

THE

supper every Thursday evening he

wrote a long letter to his mother

with red ink and three loaves of bread

He would seal his notebooks and then iron them.

history or was reading an old

Anna Charzis's volume which deals in

the study

while walking he was chatting with the

servant who was from the countryside

like him, through sheer effort he will

always maintained towards the middle of the

class once even he won a first

access to the natural history site but at

the end of his third year, his parents

they withdrew from the college to make him

studying medicine convinced that he

could push itself all the way to

baccalaureate, his mother chose a

room on the fourth floor overlooking the water at Robec

at a dyer's in his

she finalizes the arrangements for her

pension acquired furniture, a table

and two chairs were brought from her house

an old Meisier binder and bought more

a small cast iron hair with the provision

wood that was supposed to heat his poor

child then she left for the end of the

week after a thousand recommendations

to behave himself now that he was going

to be abandoned to

he himself set the course program that he

what he read on the poster had an effect on him

dizziness

anatomy course, pathology course

physiology pharmacy course

chemistry and botany and clinical and

therapeutics, not to mention hygiene

nor the medical material, all names of which it

ignored the etymologies and who were

like so many sanctuary gates

full of august darkness, he did not understand it.

Nothing, he tried everything, but he didn't

He didn't understand, yet he was working

he had bound notebooks he followed

He didn't miss a single class.

his only visit was fulfilling his small

daily task in the manner of a horse

of the carousel turning in place, eyes

blindfolded, ignorant of the task he

broit to save him the expense

his mother sent him every week by the

messenger a piece of oven-baked veal

what he had for breakfast in the morning when he

had returned from the hospital while

then beating the sole against the wall

one had to rush to the lessons at

the amphitheater to the hospice and back

at his place, all the streets in the evening after

his landlord's meager dinner

went back up to his room and recovered

at work in his wet clothes who

smoking on his body in front of the hair

blushed on beautiful summer evenings at

the hour when the warm streets are empty

when the maids play at driving on

he opened the threshold of the doors

window and

leaned on the river that makes this

Rouen district like a despicable

Little Venice flowed below him

yellow, purple, or blue between its bridges

and its grids of workers crouching at

at the edge they washed their arms in the water on

poles extending from the top of the attics

Skeins of cotton were drying in the air

Opposite, beyond the rooftops, the vast sky

pure stretched out with the red sun

sunset meant it must be nice there

what freshness under the beech tree and it

opened his nostrils to inhale the

good smells of the countryside that do not

They didn't come to him, he lost weight.

his height increased and his face took on a

a kind of mournful expression that made her

almost

interesting naturally by

nonchalance eventually led him to detach himself from

all the resolutions he had made

He did it once, he missed the visit.

the next day, his course and savoring the

Laziness gradually led him to never return.

took to the cabaret with the

Sunday enthusiasts' passion is to lock themselves away every

evening in a dirty public apartment

to type on marble tables

sheep shears marked with black POS

he considered it a precious act of his

freedom which enhanced his esteem

in relation to himself it was like

initiation into the world, access to

forbidden pleasures and upon entering he

placed his hand on the doorknob

with an almost joyful

sensual, so many things

compressed within him, they expanded.

learned by heart the verses that he

sang to the welcome crowd, became enthusiastic about

Béranger knew how to make punch and was well-known

Finally, love

thanks to his preparatory work he

failed his exam completely

The health officer was expected

that same evening at home to celebrate his

success he set off on foot and stopped near

the entrance to the village where he asked

His mother told him everything, she excused him

blaming the failure on the injustice of

examiners and strengthens it a little

tasked with fixing things five years

Only later did Madame Bovary become aware of the

truth she was old, she accepted it

which could also assume that a man

from him was a

So, fool Charles went back to work and

prepared the materials without interruption

from his exam, which he had learned in advance

he knew all the questions by heart

Received with a pretty good rating, what a beautiful

A large [unclear] was given for his mother on the day.

dinner, or where would he go to practice his art?

Toste there was only an old man there

Madame Bovary, a doctor for many years

was waiting for his death and the old man had

Charles was still packed up and ready to go.

installed opposite like his

successor, but that wasn't all

of having raised his son, of having made him

learning medicine and discovered toost

To do it, he needed a woman

She found him one, the widow of a

bailiff from Dieppe who had

forty-five years and twelve hundred pounds

of rent, although she was ugly and dry

like a rib and budded like a

spring was certainly not lacking, Mrs. Dubuc

no parties to choose

to achieve her ends, Mother Bovary

was forced to expel them all and she

he even very skillfully thwarted the

intrigues of a butcher who was

supported by the

Charles, the priests, had glimpsed in the

marriage the advent of a condition

better imagining that it would be more

free and could dispose of his

no one and his money but his wife

He was the master, he had to face the world

say this, don't say that, make yourself thin

every Friday dress like her

he could hear it

by his order the customers who do not

they didn't pay, she opened her

letters and documents and procedures and

listening to him through the partition

his consultations in his office when

There were women, he needed her

chocolate every morning, consideration, a

She never stopped complaining

of his nerves of his chest of his

The sound of footsteps hurt her moods

As we were leaving, solitude was becoming his.

odious, if one went near her it was

to see her die, no doubt in the evening

When Charles came home, she would leave

beneath her sheets were her long, thin arms

they passed around his neck and having

sat on the edge of the bed and began to

If he talked to her about his sorrows, he would forget her.

He loved another woman, we had told him so.

said she would be unhappy and she

ended by asking him a few

syrups for her health and a little more

of love, end of chapter 1 of the first

part

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Chapter 2 of Part One of

Madame bovar by Gustave Flobert this

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one night around eleven o'clock they were

awakened by the sound of a horse that

stopped right at the door, the maid

opened the attic window and

he negotiated for a while with a man

he stayed down in the street, he came

look for the doctor; he had a letter.

Nastasie descended the steps in

shivering, he went to open the lock and

the locks one after

The other man left his horse and

following the good train suddenly

behind

he pulled his woolen cap out of it

grey tuft a letter wrapped in

a cloth and delicately presented it to

Charles, who leaned on the pillow

Nastasie was reading it by the bed.

The light, madam, remained out of modesty.

turned towards the alley and showed its back

this letter sealed with a small stamp

blue wax begged Mr. Bovary to

return immediately to the farm

Berthau to reset a broken leg

but there are six good ones at Berto

leagues across passing

Longueville and

Saint-Victor, the night was dark, Mrs.

Young Bovary dreaded accidents

Therefore, it was decided that her husband

the stable boy would take the lead

Charles would leave three hours later

at moonrise we would send a

boy to meet him in order to show him

the path to the farm and to open the

fences in front of him around the morning hours

Charles was well wrapped up in his coat

set off for

Lesbertoau, still asleep from the heat

He let himself be lulled to sleep in the hole

peaceful with her beast when she

she stopped of her own accord in front of her holes

surrounded by thorns that are hollowed out

Charles waking up at the edge of the furrows

startled, quickly remembering the leg

broken and he was trying to recover

he remembers all the fractures he

knew the rain no longer fell during the day

began to come and on the branches

apple trees without birds

stood motionless, bristling their

little feathers in the cold morning wind

The flat countryside stretched as far as the eye could see.

and the clumps of trees around the

farms were built at long intervals

dark purple stains on this

large grey area that was lost in

the horizon in the somber tone of

Charles' sky opened from time to time

his eyes, then his mind growing weary and

sleep returning of its own accord soon

he entered a kind of state where

her recent sensations becoming confused

with memories he perceived himself

double, both student and married

lying in his bed just like before

crossing an operating room like

formerly the warm smell of poultices

mingled in his mind with the green smell

He could hear the dew rolling on their

rod the iron rings of the beds and

his wife was sleeping as he passed by

Vaassonville he glimpsed on the edge of a

ditch a young boy sitting in

"Are you the doctor?" the child asked, and

upon Charles's reply he took his

clogs in his hands and began to run

in front of him the health officer on the road

making it clear from his speech

guide that Mr. Rouau was supposed to be a

a very well-off farmer he had

broke his leg the previous evening in

returning from celebrating kings at a

His neighbor's wife had been dead for two

years ago he had nothing with him but his

young lady who was helping him hold the

The ruts in the house became more

deep waters as we approached Berteaux

little guy then slid through a hole

The hedge disappeared, then he reappeared at the end

from a courtyard to open the gate

The horse slipped on the wet grass.

Charles bent down to pass under the

tie the guard dogs to the kennel

barked while pulling on their chain

when he entered Les Berteaux his

The horse got scared and made a big

the gap was a good farm

appearance one could see in the stables by

emerging from the open doors of large

horses of the Bour that ate

peacefully in new racks

along the buildings stretched a

A large pile of dung rose from the mist and

among the hens and turkeys

They pecked at it, five or six luxury panels

the farmyards, the sheepfold

The barn was long and the wall was high.

smooth as the hand there was under the

shed two large carts and four

plows with their whips their

collars their complete crews including

the blue wool fleeces

soiled with fine dust which

falling from the attics the courtyard was going to

a hill planted with trees symmetrically

spaced apart and the cheerful noise of a herd

The call of a goose echoed near the

a young woman in a merino dress

blue, trimmed with three flounces, came on the

threshold of the house to receive M

Bovary whom she brought into the

kitchen where a large fire was blazing

Lunchtime was bustling around the area.

in small pots of unequal size

damp clothes were drying in

the inside of the chimney the shovel

the tweezers and the bellows nozzle all

of colossal proportions shone like

polished steel while along the

The walls extended an abundant

kitchen patchwork where shimmered

unevenly the clear flame of the hearth

joined with the first rays of sunlight

arriving by

Charles went up to the first floor to see the tiles.

He found the sick man in his bed.

sweating under his blankets and rejected

far away, his cotton cap was a

A large, short man of fifty years old

white skin with blue eyes, bald on the

in front of the head and who wore

earrings he had by his side

on a chair a large carafe of water-

of life, which he poured out from time to time

another way to give yourself courage

but as soon as he saw the doctor his

exaltation fell and instead of swearing

as he had been doing for the past twelve hours he

began to weakly join the fracture

was the uncomplicated of any

Charles wouldn't have dared wish for any of that kind.

easier then, remembering the

the manner of his masters near the bed of

injured, he comforted the patient with

all sorts of kind words and caresses

surgical procedures that are like oil

whose scalpels are greased in order to

to get harnesses we went to get

under the cart shed a packet of dough

Charles chose one and cut it in

pieces and polished it with a shine

window while tearing the sheets

to make strips and that

Miss Emma was trying to sew some

cushions as she had been for a long time

before finding his case, his father

She grew impatient and didn't answer, but

While sewing, she pricked her...

which she then brought to her fingers

mouth for the

Charles was surprised by the sucking

the whiteness of her nails they were

fine shines of the tip more cleaned than

the ivories of Dieppe and carved in

almond, however, was not in his hand.

beautiful rain perhaps and a little dry at

her phalanges were too long too and

without soft inflections of lines on the

contours what was beautiful about her

It was the eyes, whatever they were.

It was dark brown, but it looked black because of the eyelashes.

and his gaze frankly reached

you with a candid boldness once

the dressing was applied, the doctor was invited

by Mr. Rouau himself to take a

A piece before Charles leaves

went down into the hall

ground floor two covered areas with

money was put on a small

table at the foot of a large four-poster bed

dressed in an Indian costume with characters

representing the Turks, one sensed a

the smell of iris and damp sheets which

escaped from the tall wooden wardrobe

oak facing the window by

The earth was arranged in the corners.

standing there were sacks of wheat, that was the

troplin from the nearby attic where one

he climbed three stone steps

there was something to decorate the apartment

hanging from a nail in the middle of the wall, the

green paint was peeling under the

saltpeter, a head of Minerva drawn in pencil

black framed with gold leaf and which wore

at the bottom written in Gothic script to my

Dear Dad, we talked first about the sick man

then back when he was a big boy

cold wolves that ran

fields at night missellele rouaau ne

was having little fun in the countryside now

especially since she was almost fully loaded

she alone takes care of the farm like the

The room was cool, she was shivering all over

by eating what was revealed one es

full lips that she used to

nibbling at these moments of silence his

His neck emerged from a turned-down white collar.

hair, including the two black headbands

each seemed to be made of a single piece so much

they were smooth, they were separated on

the middle of the head by a thin laugh

which sank slightly according to the

the curve of the skull and barely revealing

the tip of the ear they were going to

to confuse from behind into a bun

abundant with a wavy movement towards the

temples that the country doctor

noticed it there for the first time in his

her cheekbones were pink she

looked like a man who had passed between two

buttons on her bodice a lorgnette

of scales when Charles after mounting

saying goodbye to Father Rouult went back into the

room before leaving he found it

standing with his forehead against the window and who

looked into the garden where the

shallots and beans had been

knocked over by the wind, she turned around

Are you looking for something? Demand

"My gravache, please," he replied.

and he began to rummage around on the bed

behind the doors under the chairs

she had fallen to the ground between the bags

and the wall, Mademoiselle Emma, ​​caught sight of it

she bent over the sacks of wheat

Charles, out of gallantry, rushed forward and

as he also extended his arm in

with the same movement he felt his chest

to brush against the girl's back

Bent beneath him, she straightened up completely

red-faced, and looked at him over her shoulder

by offering him his air of

beef instead of returning to Berto three

days later, as he had promised

He returned there the very next day.

then twice a week regularly

not to mention the unexpected visits

that he did from time to time, as if by

My guards, everything else went well.

healing is established according to the rules and

when after forty-six days one

saw Father Rouaau trying to

walking alone in his hovel, we began

to consider M. Bovary as a man of

large capacity

Father Rouaau said he wouldn't have

was better healed by the first

doctors from Iveto or even Rouen as for

to Charles he did not seek to

ask why he came to Berto

had he thought of it, he would have

no doubt attributed his zeal to the

severity of the case or perhaps to the benefit

Was that what he hoped for?

however, his visits to the farm

were among the poor people's occupations

a charming exception to this in her life

On those days he would get up happy and leave

he would gallop his beast then he would dismount to

wipe their feet on the grass and

put on his black gloves before entering

he liked to see himself arrive in the courtyard

to feel the barrier against his shoulder

which was turning and the rooster which was crowing on

the wall the boys who came to his

meeting he loved the barn and the

stables he loved Father Rouaau who

clapped his hand, calling him his

savior he loved the little hooves of

Miss Emma on the washed flagstones of the

cooking, her high heels were swaggering.

a little, and when she walked in front of him

the wooden soles quickly rising

they slammed with a sharp sound against the

leather of the boot

she always drove him back to the

first step of the porch when one

she had not yet brought her horse

We stayed there, we had said goodbye, we didn't

He spoke more; the open air surrounded him.

lifting the small hairs pell-mell

mischievously on the nape of his neck or shaking on his

hip the drawstrings of her apron which

writhed like

banners once in a while

The thaw caused the bark of the trees to ooze into

the courtyard, the snow on the blankets of

buildings were based on it, she was on the

she went to get her parasol

She opened the silk parasol, its throat

of pigeon through which the sun was passing

illuminated the skin with a moving reflection

The white of her face she smiled

down there in the warm heat and we

heard the drops of water one by one

to stumble upon the moiré

tense in the PRs that Charles

frequented the Berthau family. Madame Bovary, young

never failed to inquire about the patient

and even on the book she was holding in

double party she had chosen for M

Rouaau, a beautiful blank page, but when

She learned that he had a daughter, she went

she watched the news and learned that Miss

rouaau raised in the convent among the

The Ursulines had received, as they say, a

She had a good education, which she knew in

as a consequence, dance, geography,

drawing, making tapestry, and touching

The piano was the last straw, so...

That's why she told herself he had the

her face was so radiant when he went to see her

and that he puts on his new vest at the risk of

To damage it in the rain, ah, that woman, that

woman and she hated her

Instinctively, she first relieved herself by

Charles didn't understand the allusions.

then through incidental reflections

that he let pass for fear of

the storm finally through apostrophes to

burnspurpint which he did not know

what answer does Ondre give, where does that come from?

returned to the bertoau since Mr. Rouaau

was cured and that those people had not

Not paid yet, ah, that's what there was

over there was a person, someone who knew

to cause an embroiderer a beautiful spirit

That was what he loved, he loved her

She needed city girls and she

the girl resumed to Father Rouau a

city ​​girl, let's go then their

Grandfather was a shepherd and they have a

cousin who almost went through the

sitting for a dirty trick in a

There's no point in arguing.

so much fuss, nor showing off at

the church with a silk robe like a

countess poor fellow, moreover who

without last year's colsas would have been

very embarrassed to pay his arrears

through assiduity Charles stopped

returning to Berto and Loïse had

made him swear he wouldn't go there again

on his missal book after much

sobbing and kissing in a large

An explosion of love, so he obeyed, but the

boldness of his desire protested against

the servility of his conduct and by a

a kind of hypocrisy

he felt that this defense of seeing her

It was like a right for him to love her

And then the widow was thin, she had

she wore her long teeth in all

a small black shawl for the season, including the

The tip of his head descended between the

her shoulder blades, her hard waist, were sheathed

in sheath-style dresses that were too

short dress that revealed her ankles with

the ribbons on her wide shoes

crisscrossing over grey stockings the mother

Charles would come to see them from time to time

another, but after a few days the

seemed to be sharpening it with his thread and then

like two knives they were at the

scarfier by their reflections and their

observations he was wrong to eat Ten

why always offer the drop to

first comer, what stubbornness to not

not wanting to wear

flannel it happened that at the beginning of the

spring a notary from Ingouville

BUC widow's fund holder

embarked on a beautiful tide carrying

with him all the money from his study

Héloïse, it is true, still besides one

share of boat valued at six thousand francs

his house on rue Saint-François and

However, of all this fortune that

we had rung so loud, nothing so

It's just a little bit of furniture and a few

Nipes had not appeared in the household.

the matter had to be clarified at home

of Dieppe found himself green-ground

mortgage even in its stilts this

that she had placed with the notary God

Only he knew, and his share of the boat

she had not exceeded a thousand crowns

so lied

in his exasperation Mr. Bovary, father

smashing a chair against the cobblestones

accused his wife of having caused the misfortune

of their son by harnessing him to a

similar nag whose harnesses do not

They weren't worth their weight in gold, they came to Tost

We talked things through, there were some scenes…

Loïse, in tears, threw herself into his arms

her husband begged him to defend her from

Charles wanted to speak for his parents

They became angry and they

They left, but the neck was worn eight

days later as she hung out the laundry

in her courtyard she was seized by a

spitting up blood and the next day

while Charles had his back turned

to close the window curtain she

said, "Oh my God," sighed, and

She fainted, she was dead. What?

astonishment when everything was over

Charles returned home to the cemetery; he did not

Finding no one downstairs, he went up to

First in the room saw her dress

still hanging at the foot of the alcove

then, leaning against the secretary he

remained in a reverie until evening

painful, she had loved him after

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part

[Music]

Chapter 3 of Part One of

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert this

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One morning, Father Rouau came to the public

to bring Charles the payment for his

leg handed over 75 francs in 40-franc coins

under and a turkey he had learned his

misfortune, and he consoled him as much as he could.

"I know what it is," he said to himself.

hitting me on the shoulder I was like

you, me too, when I lost my

poor departed one, I used to go into the fields

To be all alone I fell at the foot

From a tree I wept, I called out to the good

God, I was saying silly things to him, I would have

I wanted to be like the moles that I

I saw on the branches that had worms

their writhing inside their dead bellies

Finally, and when I thought that others at

at that moment they were with their good

small woman to hold them kissed

against them I struck great blows by

I'm practically crazy, I'm on the ground with my stick

that I no longer ate at the idea of ​​going

Only in cafes did you disgust me, you don't

You wouldn't believe it, well, very gently...

Day chasing away another, a spring on

a winter and an autumn on top of a summer

It sank from brown to brown, crumb by crumb.

It's gone, it's gone, it's over

I mean, gone down because you still have

always something deep down like who

it would feel like a weight there on the chest but

since this is our fate, we do not

It must not allow itself to wither away either and

by others are dead wanting to die he

You need to shake things up, Mr. Bovary, it's...

will come, come see us, my daughter, think of

You know, from time to time, and

She says that way you'll forget about her.

Spring is almost here, we'll see you soon!

we will have a rabbit shot in the station for

you dispel a

Charles followed his advice little by little.

He returned to Berto and found everything as before.

the day before, just like five months ago

that is to say, the pear trees were already

in bloom and the old man standing

going back and forth which made the farm

more

animated, believing it was his duty

to provide the doctor with as much

politeness possible because of his

in a painful position, he begged him not to

no point in uncovering his head, he spoke to her

in a low voice as if he were ill and

he even pretended to get angry

of what had not been prepared for his

intention something a little more

lighter than everything else such as

small pots of cream or pears

cooked, he told stories to them

surprised to laugh, but the memory of his

woman suddenly coming back to him

It darkened, they brought the coffee, there was none

The more he thought about it, the less he thought about it as time went on.

that he was getting used to living alone

the newfound approval of independence

soon made solitude more

bearable he could change

now the times of his meals

entering or leaving without giving a reason

and when he was very tired

to extend its four limbs while

spacious in his bed

So he pampered himself and accepted it.

the consolations that were given to him

On the other hand, the death of his wife did not

had served him quite well in his profession

because we had been rehearsing this for a month

poor young man, what a misfortune his name

its clientele had spread

increased and then he went to the bertoau all

He was at ease, he had a hope without purpose

a vague happiness he found himself

a more pleasing figure when brushing his

favorites in front of her mirror

He arrived one day around three o'clock, all

the world was in the field he entered the

kitchen but did not notice at first

Emma, ​​the UAE winds were closed by

the sun lengthened the cracks in the wood

on the cobblestones, long, thin lines

which broke at the corner of the furniture and

Flies trembled on the ceiling

the table rose along the worms which

had served and were buzzing as they

drowning at the bottom in the cider that remained

day that descended through the chimney

velveting the surface of the plate, it was turning blue.

a little like the cold ashes between the

window and hearth Emma was sewing she

he had no headscarf, you could see on his

bare shoulders with tiny drops of sweat

according to the fashion of the countryside, she

offered him something to drink, but he refused.

She insisted and finally offered it to him.

laughing as he took a glass of liqueur

So she went with her to search in

the cupboard a bottle of curass ao

reached two small glasses, one of which was filled

until it barely spilled into the other

and after toasting, he carried it to his

her mouth was almost empty

he would lean back to drink and his head in

lips pushed back, neck stretched

she laughed at not feeling anything while

the tip of his tongue passing between his

fine teeth licked the bottom with small strokes

of

glass she sat back down and she resumed her

work which was a white cotton stocking

where she did covers

she worked with her head down, she did not

spoke

Charles no longer seemed to be passing by the

a little bit of [weed] was growing under the door

dust on the paving stones, he was looking at her

dragging himself along and he could only hear the

the inner beating of his head with the

the cry of a hen in the distance, laying eggs in

Emma's classes from time to time

refreshed the cheeks by applying

the palm of her hands which she

cooled after that on the apple of

iron from the great oaks she complained

to experience from the beginning of the

season of the scatterbrained

she asked if sea bathing had

would be useful, she began to talk about

Charles convent of his college

They phrased their V's and they climbed into his

In the room she showed him her old

music notebooks the little books

that they had given him as prizes and the

abandoned oak leaf wreaths

She spoke to him in the bottom of a wardrobe.

still from his mother's cemetery and even

he showed him the flowerbed in the garden

whose flowers she picked every

first Fridays of each month for

go put them on the grave but the

the gardener they had didn't understand it

Nothing, we were so badly served, she would have liked

wanted, if only for

living in the city in winter, although the

length of the good days made

perhaps the most boring campaign

even during the summer and depending on what she

said his voice was clear, high-pitched, or so

suddenly covering with languor

dragged on modulations which

ended almost in a whisper when

she was talking to herself earlier

joyful, opening naive eyes, then the

eyelids half

his gaze drowned in boredom the thought

wandering in the evening on his way home

Charles went through the sentences one by one

that she had said, trying to...

to remember to complete the meaning in order to

to make the portion of existence that she

had lived in the time when he did not

He didn't know yet, but he never

could see her in his thoughts differently

that he had not seen it the first time or

as he had just left her,

the time, then he wondered what she

what would happen if she got married and who

Alas, Father Rouau was very rich and

She was so beautiful, but Emma's face

this place in front of his always came back

eyes and something monotonous like

the whirring of a spinning top buzzed at

her ears if you were to get married though

if you

I married at night he didn't sleep his

His throat was tight, he was thirsty, he

he got up to go drink at his local pub and

He opened the window, the sky was

covered in stars, a warm wind

In the distance, dogs were barking; he turned

the head towards the Berthau thinking

that after all, there was nothing to lose

Charles promised himself he would make the request

when the opportunity arose but

every time she indulged in the fear of

not finding the right words

Father Rouau pressed his lips to hers.

would not have been upset that he was rid of

of his daughter who was of little use to him

in the house he excused him

inwardly finding that she had

Too much intellect for professional culture

cursed by heaven since we never see any there

millionaire, far from having made his fortune there

the man lost money there every year because

if he excelled in the markets where he

it appealed to the tricks of the trade, on the other hand

culture itself with the

internal government of the farm him

he was less suitable than anyone else

he did not willingly withdraw his hands from

in his pockets and spared nothing

the expense for everything that concerned

his life wanting to be well-fed well

warm and comfortable, he loved the big one

cider the bleeding gigaus Gloria

beaten for a long time, he ate his meals

alone in the kitchen in front of the fire on

a small table that was brought to him

all served as at

theatre when he realized that

Charles had red cheekbones near

of his daughter, which meant that one of

During her lifetime, she would be asked about it.

He ruminated in advance about the marriage.

He thought the case was okay, a little bit

He was a scrawny fellow, and no son-in-law.

as he would have wished, but we

said good conduct and stupid man

highly educated and no doubt that he

wouldn't quibble too much about the back or as

Father Rouau was going to be forced to

sell twenty-two acres of his property

that he owed a great deal to the masons, a great deal

to the saddler that the tree of the press

was to be handed over if he asked me for it

he said, I told her

given at the time of Saint Michael's Day

Charles had come to spend three days at

Bertoau, the last day had

sold out like the previous ones, which went backwards.

every quarter of an hour the

Father Rouau drove him there

he was walking along a sunken path

he was about to leave, it was time

Charles gave himself up to the corner of the

hedge and finally when we had passed it

"Master Rouaau," he murmured, "I would like..."

to tell you something they

Charles stopped, he remained silent but

Tell me your story, will I

"I don't know everything," said Father Rouau.

laughing softly, Father Rouau, Father Rouau

Charles stammered, "I'm not asking..."

better continued

although the little one is probably mine

the idea, however, is to ask him his

advice go away then I'm leaving

return home if yes

Listen to me clearly, you will not have

I need to come back because of the world and

Besides, it would overwhelm her too much, but

so that you don't eat yourself

blood I will push the awning of

the window against the wall you can

see from behind by leaning over

the hedge and he

Charles walked away and tied his horse to

a tree he ran to get into the S

He waited, half an hour passed, then

He counted nineteen minutes on his watch

Suddenly there was a noise against the

the wall the awning had folded down

the ratchet was trembling

again the next day at nine o'clock he

was at the farm

Emma blushed when he entered while

trying to laugh a little by

Father Rouaau, with composure, kissed his

future son-in-law, we started talking again about

interest arrangements we had

Besides, there's plenty of time ahead of him since

the marriage could not decently have

place before the end of Charles' mourning

that is to say, towards the spring of

the year

The next winter was spent in this

The languid wait, Rouaau, took care of his

trousseau part of it was ordered from

Rouen and she made herself some

shirts and nightcaps according to

fashion designs that she borrowed

in the visits that Charles made to

At the farm, we were talking about the preparations for

the wedding, we wondered in which

apartment would have dinner on

dreamed of a number of dishes that he

What would be the requirements and what would the inputs be?

Emma, ​​on the contrary, would have preferred to marry

midnight by torchlight, but Father Rouaau

he didn't understand anything about this idea

So, a wedding where 43 people came where

We stayed at the table for 16 hours which

started again the next day and somewhat

the days

following, end of chapter 3 of the

Part One

[Music]

Chapter 4 of Part One of

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flobert this

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public domain

the guests arrived early

in horse-drawn carriages

two-wheeled tanks old convertibles

in leather curtained upholstery

and the young people from the villages

neighbors in carts where they

stood in a row with their hands

leaning against the side rails so as not to

falling, going into the hole, and shaken hard.

he came from ten leagues away from Gaerville

Normandville and Canny had invited

both parents

we had made up with our friends

scrambling we had written to some

acquaintances lost from sight since

For a long time, from time to time, we heard

whip cracks from behind the hedge

soon the barrier would open, it was

a cart that galloped in until

she climbed the first step of the porch

stopped short and emptied his world which

came out in all directions as

rubbing their knees and stretching their

The ladies in bonnets had arms

dresses in the style of the city of the

gold watch of the capes with ends

crossed in the belt or small

colored headscarves tied in the back

with a pin and who their

were discovering the neck by

behind the children dressed similarly

their father seemed bothered by

their new clothes, many even

dragged that day the first pair

of boots of their existence and one

saw beside them, not breathing a sigh of relief

in the white dress of her first

communion extended for the occasion

some tall little girls

their cousin or their older sister without

doubtful, red-faced, bewildered, greasy hair

of rose ointment and being very afraid

to get his gloves dirty like there was no other

not enough stable hands for

uncouple all the cars

The gentlemen rolled up their sleeves and

they themselves got involved according to their

They had different social positions

clothes, frock coats, jackets

clothes, jackets, good clothes surrounded by

the full consideration of a family and

which only came out of the wardrobe for the

solemnities, frock coats with large tails

floating in the wind, cylindrical ollets

large pockets like jacket bags

large sheet that accompanied

usually a few caps

copper-rimmed at his habitual visor

very short jacket with two on the back

closely spaced buttons like a Padieu and

whose sections appeared to have been

cut from a single block by the axe

of

carpenters, a few still, but

Those ones, of course, must be off the table

wore ceremonial blouses

that is to say, whose collar was turned down

over the shoulders, back gathered at a small

folds and the waist tied very low by

a sewn-on belt and shirts on

their breasts swelled like

cuirasses everyone was shorn at

Nine ears were positioned away from heads

We were clean-shaven, some of us even

who had gotten up even before dawn

not having seen clearly enough to make the

The beard had diagonal scars

under the nose or along the jaws of

large flakes of epidermis, like coins

of three francs and which had set ablaze

the fresh air during the journey which

it marbled a little with pinkish patches all

those big white buttocks

flourishing, the town hall located at a

halfway from the farm, we went there to

foot and we returned in the same way once the

ceremony held in the church, the procession

first united like a single scarf of

color that rippled across the countryside

along the narrow channel winding between the wheat fields

towards soon lengthened and cut itself off in

different groups who lingered at

causing the minstrel to go in the lead with

his violin adorned with ribbons at the

shell the bride and groom then came the

parents, friends, just random people, and the

children stayed behind, having fun

pluck the bells from the stems

oats or playing among themselves without

that we saw Emma's dress was too long

lingered a bit by the bottom from time to time

she stopped to let her pull and then

delicately with her gloved fingers she

removed the tough weeds with the

small thistle stingers while

Charles waited with empty hands.

that she had

Father Rouau is finished, a silk hat

nine on the head and the facing of his

black garment covering his hands

down to their fingernails they were giving their arm to Mrs.

Bovary the mother, as for M. Bovary the father, who

deep down, they despised all those people.

arrived simply wearing a frock coat to a

button row of a military cut it

spouted tavern-style gallantries at

a young blonde peasant girl she greeted

blushed, didn't know what to answer

Other people at the wedding were talking about

their business where niches were made

behind his back, getting excited in advance at the

cheerfulness and by listening to it one

could still hear the creaking of the

Minstrel who continued to play in the

campaign when he realized that we

was far behind him, he had to catch up

haline Cait long with cololophane

his bow so that the strings

they creak better and then he

restarted, lowering and raising

one after the other, the neck of his violin to

to clearly mark the measurement at

the sound of the instrument itself

the little ones were leaving from afar

birds, it was under the shed of the

The cart was ready, and the table was set.

there were four alloys on it, six

chicken and veal fricassees

saucepan three

and in the middle a nice roasted suckling pig

flanked by four sorrel-loving dogs

at the corners stood the brandy

in carafes the sweet cider

the bottle pushed out its thick foam

around the corks and all the glasses

had been filled with wine in advance

right up to the edge of large cream dishes

yellow ones that floated in the same way at the slightest

The table's impact presented drawings

on their surface United the figures of

newlyweds with the same name

we had gone to find a pastry chef in

Yveto for pies and nougat

as he was just starting out in the country he had

He took care of things and brought them himself

For dessert, a tiered cake which made

shouting at the base first

it was a square of blue cardboard representing

a temple with portico and colonnades and

stucco statuettes all around in

niches studded with paper stars

golden then stood on the second floor a

dungeon made of Savoy cake surrounded by

small fortifications in angelica almond

raisins, orange segments and finally

on the upper platform which was

a green meadow where there were

rocks with jam lakes and

boats made of hazelnut shells

saw a little love dangling from a

chocolate swing, two

the posts were finished with two

natural rosebuds as a substitute for

ball at the top

We ate until evening when we were

We were too tired of sitting, we were going to...

strolling through the courtyards where enjoying a

part of the cork in the barn then we

some returned to the table towards the

Finally they fell asleep and snored, but

At the cafe everything came back to life, so we began

songs performed feats of strength

we wore polka dots we passed under his

thumb we were trying to lift the

carts on his shoulders, people said...

bawdy jokes we kissed

It is evening to leave the horses

gorged with oats up to the naasau had

they had trouble getting into the ribs

they bucked and reared up, the harnesses

broke their master, swore or

They laughed and all night long in the light of the

moon along the roads of the country there were

carried carts that ran to

a great, bounding gallop through the bleeding

jumping over the masters of

pebbles clinging to the embankment with

women who leaned out of the

door for those

guides those who remained at Berto

spent the night drinking in the

The children had fallen asleep in the kitchen.

The bride had begged under the pews.

his father that he be spared the

customary jokes, however, a

their cousin's wedding planner who even had

brought as a wedding gift a pair

The ground began to blow water

with his mouth through the keyhole

when Father Rou arrived just in time

to prevent him from doing so, and explained to him that

the serious position his son-in-law does not

did not allow such

The cousin, however, gave in to the inconveniences.

with difficulty to his reasons within

He himself accused Father Rouau of being

proud, he went to join in a corner

to four or five other guests who

having had several chance encounters

following the meal, the lower cuts of

meats also found that we had

poorly received, whispered on behalf of

their host and wished for his ruin at all costs

Mameary's cover had not loosened the

teeth of the day we didn't have

consulted neither on the Brue's toilette

nor on the order of the feast she

happily removed her husband instead of

to follow her sent to fetch cigars from

Saint-Victor and smoked until daybreak.

drinking kirsch-flavored grogue mix

unknown to the company and who was for

him as the source of consideration

larger

Charles was not yet of

he had a facetious disposition

shone during

He responded poorly to the barbs.

puns with double meanings

compliments and friendly words that one

made it his duty to fire at him as soon as the

soup the next day, however, he

seemed like a different man, it was him rather

that one might have mistaken for the Virgin of the

The day before, while the bride did not leave

nothing to discover where one could guess

something the smartest ones don't

knew what to answer and he

considered when she passed nearby

of them with mental tensions

But Charles was hiding nothing.

my wife called her, she addressed him informally

everyone was asking about her, everyone was looking for her

everywhere and often he would take her into

the courtyards where he could be seen from afar

between the trees that passed his arm

below the waist and continued walking at

half leaning over her, crumpling her

with her head the wimple of her

bodice two days after the wedding

The couple left, Charles, because of

his patients could no longer be absent

For a long time, Father Rouau made them

drive them back in their cart and

accompanied him himself as far as

In Vaassonville, he kissed his daughter.

last time he put his foot down and resumed

his way when he had walked a hundred paces

about he stopped and as he saw the

cart moving away, its wheels

spinning in the dust he pushed

a big

He sighed, then remembered his wedding.

the olden days, the first pregnancy

He was very happy about his wife.

also the day he had taken him from

at his father's house when he

carried on the back while trotting on the

snow because it was around Christmas

and the countryside was all white

held him by one arm to the other was

Hanging his basket, the wind stirred the

long lace in her hairstyle

naughty girl who sometimes passed by him

his mouth and when he turned his head

he saw near him on his shoulder his

a small, rosy face that smiled

silently beneath the gold plate of

his hat to warm his fingers

she put them on him from time to time

in the

chest, how old all that was

their son would now be thirty years old

then he looked behind him he didn't see

There was nothing on the road; he felt sad.

like an unfurnished house and the

tender memories mingling with thoughts

black in his brain, darkened by the

vapors of abomination he really wanted

a moment to go for a walk around

of the church

as he was afraid, however, that this

The sight of him no longer made him sad.

went straight back home

Mr. and Mrs. Charles arrived in Toste

around six o'clock the neighbors began

at the windows to see the new woman

from their doctor the old maid

He introduced himself and greeted him.

apologized for the fact that dinner was not

ready and hired madam while waiting to

to become aware of his

house the chapter

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Chapter 5 of Part 1 of

Mrs

the FA BRI was just in line with

the street or the road rather behind the

A coat was hanging at the door

small collar, a strap, a cap

black leather and in a corner on the ground a

pair of houszeau still covered with Bou

The dry room on the right was the room

that is to say, the apartment where one

ate and where we stood

a serene yellow paper found in the

topped with a garland of pale flowers

was trembling all over its canvas

misunderstanding of white calico curtains

edged with red braid

crisscrossed along the windows

and on the narrow doorframe of the

The fireplace gleamed, a clock

Head of Hippocrates between two torches

silver-plated under glass domes

shape

oval on the other side of the corridor was

Charles's small room

six steps away from one with a table three

chairs and an office chair

volumes of the dictionary of sciences

medical devices not cut but whose

brochure had suffered in all the

successive sales through which they had

past ones furnished almost entirely on their own

the six shelves of a library in

wood

the smell of the wheels penetrated to the fir tree

through the wall during the

consultations as well as one would hear

From the kitchen, the sick people coughed in

the firm and debited all their

history

then it would open immediately

on the courtyard where the stable was located one

large shed room which had an oven

and which now served as a pyre of

store-keeping salespeople full of

old scrap metal from barrels lives

out-of-service farming equipment

along with many other things

dusty which it was impossible

guessing

the use of the garden longer than it is wide

went between two walls DEES apricots in

espaliered up to a thorn hedge which

separated the fields there was in the middle

a slate sundial on a stand

d''estal de

masonry four flat of garnished strips

meager rosebushes surrounded

symmetrically the more useful square of

vegetation

serious ones deep down under the

small fir trees, a plaster priest was reading his

Brevière

Emma went up to the rooms first

was not furnished but the

which was the marital bedroom had a

mahogany bed in a draped alcove

a red shell box decorated

the chest of drawers and on the secretary near

at the window there was in a carafe a

bouquet of orange blossoms tied with

satin ribbons

white, it was a bride's bouquet

she looked at the bouquet from the other

Charles noticed, he took it and

He went to carry it to the attic while

one would arrange one's belongings in an armchair

Around her, Emma was thinking about her

wedding bouquet that was wrapped

in a cardboard box, and wondered while dreaming

what we would do with it if by chance she

were to die

She spent the first few days busy with

meditating on changes in one's home

she removed the globes from the torches

stick on new papers repaint

the stairs and make benches in the

garden all around the sundial

She even asked how to go about it.

to have a water jet with

fish, finally her husband, knowing that she

liked to go for car rides found

a used BC which once had

new lanterns and dog waste bags

quilted leather looked almost like a

Tilbury, therefore, was happy and without

worrying about nothing in the world, a meal in mind

heading for an evening stroll on the

main road, a gesture of his hand on his

headbands the sight of his straw hat

hanging from the window latch

and many other things where

Charles had never suspected

pleasure now composed the

continuity of its

bliss in bed in the morning and side by side

He was watching the light on the pillow

the sun passing through the down of its

blond cheeks that were half covered by

scalloped legs of his bonnet seen from so

Nearby, her eyes seemed enlarged.

especially when she opened several

her eyelids in a row

waking up black in the shadows and blue

shrouded in broad daylight, they had as

successive layers of color and

which were thicker at the bottom

by lightening towards the surface of

his eye was lost in the enamel

its depths and he saw himself there in

small, up to the shoulders with the scarf

who styled his hair and the top of his shirt

half-open, he got up, she got in

at the window to watch him leave and she

remained leaning on the edge between two

Geranium farts while wearing her bathrobe

who was around her Charles in the

rue buckled its spurs on the milestone and

she continued to speak to him from above

while tearing something off with her mouth

fragments of flowers or greenery that she

was blowing towards him and which fluttered

supporting doing in the air of

semicircles like a bird would

before falling, cling to the horsehair

malpigné of the old white mare

motionless at the

Charles, on horseback, sent him a

She kissed, signaling with a gesture, and closed it.

He was leaving the window and then on the

a great road that stretched on endlessly

its long ribbon of dust by the

sunken lanes where the trees

they curved like cradles in the paths

whose wheat grew up to his

knees with the sun on her shoulders and

the morning air to his nostrils the heart

full of the bliss of the night, the mind

tranquil, content with his flesh, he was done with it.

went about ruminating on his happiness like those

who MCH after dinner the taste of truffles

that they are still digesting

What good had he done in his life?

was it during his college days when he

remained locked between its high walls alone

in the midst of his wealthier peers

or stronger than him in their class

that he made people laugh with his accent which

mocked her clothes and whose mothers

they would come to the visiting room with pastries

in their sleeves, was it later

when he was studying medicine and

never had a purse round enough

to pay the contradance to someone

little one who became his mistress

then he had lived for fourteen

months with the widow whose feet in

The beds were as cold as ice cubes.

but now he possessed it for life

this pretty woman who adored him

the universe for him did not exceed the

the silky curve of her petticoat and he

he reproached her for not loving him

He wanted to see her again and came back quickly.

Emma was climbing the stairs, her heart pounding.

in his room was doing his

He arrived at the toilet, not mute, he...

he kissed her from behind she let out a cry

he couldn't resist touching

continuously to his comb to his

rings on his headscarf sometimes he

gave big kisses on her cheeks

full mouth where there were small

kisses one after another all along her

bare arm from the fingertips

up to his shoulder and she pushed him away

half-smiling and bored, as one does in

a child who hangs after you before

that she got married she had thought she had

love, but the happiness that should have

to result from this love not having come

She must have made a mistake.

she was thinking

Emma was trying to find out what one

meant exactly in life by the

words of bliss, passion, and intoxication

which had seemed so beautiful to him in the

books end of chapter 5

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Chapter 6 of Part One of

Madame bovar by Gustave Flobert this

Librivox registration is part of the

public domain she had read Paul and

Virginie and she had dreamed the

cottage

Domingo the black man, the faithful dog but

especially the sweet friendship of some good

little brother who will look for you

red fruits in large trees

taller than bell towers or which

run barefoot on the sand you

bringing a bird's nest when she

He was three years old; his father himself brought him to

the town to put her in a convent they

they went down to an inn in the

Saint Gervais district where they had to

their supper of painted plates which

represented the history of

Mademoiselle de La Vallière

legendary explanations cut here and there

by the knife scrapings

glorified the entire religion

delicacies of the heart and the pomp of the

far from being bored at the convent

At first she enjoyed herself in the

society of good sisters who for

To amuse him, he led her into the chapel.

where one entered from the refectory through a

long corridor

she played very little during the

recreation included the

catechism, and she was the one who answered.

always to Mr. Le Vicaire in the

questions

It's difficult to live without ever going out.

the tepid atmosphere of the classrooms and

among these white-skinned women wearing

chapels with copper crosses

gently drifted off to sleep in a languorous sleep

mysticism that emanates from the perfumes of

the hotel of the freshness of the holy water fonts and

the light from candles instead of

to follow the mass she looked in her

book of pious vignettes bordered

Azure and she loved the sick sheep

the sacred heart pierced with sharp arrows

or poor Jesus who falls while walking

on her cross she tried by

mortification of staying for a whole day

Without eating, she searched in her head

some wishes to fulfill when she

She went to confession, she invented...

small sins in order to stay there longer

long on their knees in the shadows

hands clasped, face to the grate below

the priest's whisper

comparisons of fiancé, husband, lover

heavenly and eternal marriage which

they come back in his sermons

stirred up deep in the soul

unexpected treats in the evening before the

prayer was performed in the study

religious reading was during the

a few history summaries this week

holy or the lectures of the abbot

Fressinou and on Sundays the passages of

Genius of Christianity by

recreation as she listened to the

first times the audible lamentation of

romantic melancholies repeating themselves at

all the echoes of the earth and of

eternity if his childhood had passed

in the backstreets of a neighborhood

merchant she might have

open then to invasions

lyric poems of nature which ordinarily do not

it happens to us that through the translation of

writers, but she knew the

countryside she knew the bleating of

herds, the horses, the plowmen used to it

to the calm aspects she turned to

On the contrary, towards the injured she

he only loved the sea because of these

storms and greenery only

when it was sparsely planted among the

ruins it that she could take things away

a kind of personal gain and she

rejected as useless everything that did not

did not contribute to consumption

immediate from his heart being

temperament more sentimental than artistic

looking for emotions and not

landscapes there was at the convent a

old maid who came every month

for eight days working at the

lingerie protected by the archbishop

as belonging to an old family

of ruined gentlemen under the

Revolution, she, in the refectory, at the table

nuns and did it with her

After the meal, a little bit of Cosette

before going back to his

work often the residents

escaped from the study to go

seeing they knew by heart

romantic songs of the past century

which she sang in a low voice while

pushing her needle forward, she told stories

stories taught you news

did your errands in town and

secretly lent some to the adults

novels that she always had in the

pockets of his bl and whose good

The young lady herself swallowed long

chapters in the intervals of his

work, it was nothing but lover's love

lovers, ladies, persecuted, fainting

in solitary pavilions, spittle

that they kill at all the horse relays

that we die on every page of the forest

dark troubles of the heart, oath, sob

tears and kisses, gondolas in the light of

Nightingale moon in the groves

gentle gentlemen

like virtuous lambs, as one cannot

it is not always well dressed and who

cried like urns for six months

At fifteen, Emma therefore greased her...

hands to this dust of the old

reading rooms with Walter Scott

Later she took some things

historical rêva bahu guardroom and

minstrel

she would have liked to live in some

old manor house like those chatelaines at

long bodice that under the clover of

warheads spent their day with their elbows on

the stone and chin in the hand

watched coming from the depths of the countryside a

white-feathered rider galloping

on a black horse she had in this

At that time the cult of Mary Stuart and of

enthusiastic veneration at the place

illustrious or unfortunate women

Joan of Arc, Eloise, Agnes Sorel the beautiful

ironworks and Clémence Isor for her

they detached themselves like comets on

the dark immensity of history where

it still jutted out here and there but more

lost in the shadows and unrelated

between them Saint-Louis with his oak

Baillard dying, some ferocities of

Louis XI, a little bit of Saint Bartholomew's Day

the Béarnet plume and always the

souvenir of the painted plates where Louis

XIV was

praised in the music class in the

the romances she sang, he was

question that little angels with wings

gold of Madonna of lagoons of

Pacific gondoliers compositions which

allowed him to glimpse through the

foolishness and the imprudence of the note

the alluring phantasmagoria of realities

sentimental some of his

comrades brought to the convent

the equipment they had received in

tin, they had to be hidden, it was

a case, we read them in the dormitory

delicately handling their beautiful

Emma stared at her satin-bound friends.

dazzled glances at the authors' names

unknowns who had signed the most

often counts or viscounts at the bottom of their

piece

shuddered, lifting with his breath the

tissue paper engravings that

it rose half-bent and fell back down

gently against the page it was

behind the balustrade of a balcony

young man in a short coat who would

In his arms a young girl in a dress

white woman carrying a purse at her

belt or anonymous portraits

English ladies with blonde curls

who under their Pailleron hats you

they look with their big, clear eyes

we were sent to spread out in cars

slippery in the middle of the parks where a

the greyhound jumped in front of the team of dogs that

were leading two little ones at a trot

spittle in white trousers from others

dreaming on sofas near a ticket

unsealed, they gazed at the Moon through the

half-open window, half-draped in a

black curtain the naive ones a tear on the

cheeks were pecked at a turtledove

through the bars of a gothic cage

where smiling with head on shoulder

a marquetry of their

fingers curled up like

pointed shoes and you were there

also sultans with long pipes paid under

barrels on the arms of bayads

diaour Turkish saber Greek caps and you

especially the bleak landscapes of the region

Tyrambics that often showed us

both palm trees and fir trees

tigers on the right, a lion on the left

dim minarets on the horizon in the first

plan of the Roman ruins then of

camels crouching, all framed by a

well-cleaned forest and with a large

perpendicular ray of sunlight

trembling in the water where they stand out

in white skin on a background

of grey steel, here and there, the cycles

who swim and the BAJ day of the oil lamp

hanging in the wall above

Emma's head lit up all these

paintings of the world that passed by

she, one after the other, in the

The silence of the dormitory and the distant noise

of a few belated cabs which

were still driving on the boulevards

When her mother died she cried

She did a lot in the first few days

to create a funeral painting with the

hair of the deceased and in a letter

that she sent to the bertoau full

sad reflections on life

asked to be buried later

in the same tomb the old man believed it

sick and came to see her. Emma was

inwardly satisfied to feel

achieved this rare ideal on the first try

pale existences where they fail

Never mediocre hearts

So she let herself slide into the

Lamartine's meanders listened to the harps

on the lakes all the fields of these

dying all the falling leaves

the pure virgins who ascend to heaven and

the voice of the Eternal speaking in the

She grew bored with the valleys and didn't want them.

point agree continued out of habit

then out of vanity and was finally surprised

to feel calm and without further

sadness in his heart, what a wrinkle on his

front the religious figures who had so well

presumed to be of his vocation, they realized with

great surprises that Miss Rouaau

she seemed to escape their care

had indeed lavished so much on services

retreats, novenas and

sermons so well preaching respect that

we owe to the saints and martyrs and

giving so much good advice for the

modesty of the body and the salvation of his soul

that she did like the horses that one

pulled by the bridle, she stopped short and

The dead man brought forth this spirit from his teeth.

positive amidst his enthusiasms

who had loved the church for its flowers

the music for the lyrics of the romances

and literature for its excitements

passionate people rebelled against the

mysteries of faith as well as it

became more irritated with the

discipline which was something

of being unsympathetic to his

constitution when her father withdrew it from

pension, we were not at all displeased to see her

leaving, the superior even found

that she had become in the last

a time of little reverence towards the

community

Emma, ​​having returned home, was initially pleased

at the command of the servants took

then the campaign in disgust and

missed her convent when Charles came

at Berto for the first time she

considered himself very disillusioned

having nothing left to learn, not having to

nothing more

to feel but the anxiety of a new state

or perhaps the irritation caused by the

The presence of this man had been enough for him

to make people believe that she possessed this

wonderful passion which until then

had stood like a large bird at

pink plumage soaring in splendor

poetic skies and she could not

to imagine now that this calm where

she lived was the happiness she had

dreamed end of chapter 6

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Chapter 7 of Part One of

Madame bovar by Gustave Flobert this

Librivox registration is part of the

public domain she sometimes thought

that these were, however, the most beautiful

days of his life, the honeymoon as we

he said, for in gentleness it would have been necessary

probably heading towards those countries

silent places where the days after the wedding

have more suave idleness in

post chairs under silk blinds

blue, we climb at a walking pace on the roads

steep listening to the song of

postilion that repeats itself in the mountains

with the goats' bells and the

muffled sound of the

waterfall when the sun sets

breathes in the scent of the golf courses

lemon trees, then in the evening on the terrace

villas and fingers intertwined

look at the stars while making

projects, it seemed to him, that some

places on earth were expected to produce

happiness like a particular plant in

soil and where growth is poor everywhere else

why couldn't she lean on the

balcony of Swiss chalets or to lock up

his sadness in a Scottish cottage

with a husband dressed in a velvet suit

black with a long peplum and who wears

soft boots, a pointed hat, and some

headlines perhaps she would have

wished to confide in someone

all these things, but how to put it...

elusive unease that changes

in appearance like the clouds that

words swirl like the wind to him

They therefore missed the opportunity

boldness if Charles had wanted it

However, if he had suspected it, if his

A glance had come only once to the

encounter of his thoughts it seemed to him

that a sudden abundance would have

detached from her heart like a falling

harvesting from a trellis when one carries on it

the hand, but ripe, that was squeezing

more the intimacy of their lives

internal detachment was taking place which the

untied

Charles' conversation was

flat like a street sidewalk and the

Everyone's ideas paraded through it.

their ordinary clothes without arousing

of emotions of laughter or reverie

he had never been curious, he said

while he lived in Rouen to go

to see the actors of Paris at the theatre

knew neither how to swim nor how to use weapons nor

pull the gun and one day he will not

explain a riding term that she

had met a man in a novel

On the contrary, shouldn't he have everything

know how to excel in activities

multiple ways to introduce you to the energies of

passion for the refinement of life

all the mysteries, but he didn't teach them.

that one knew nothing.

He didn't want anything, he thought she was happy

and she resented him for being so calm

comfortably seated in this serene gravity of

even the happiness that she gave him

he sometimes drew and it was for

Charles had great fun staying

standing there watching her lean over

his cardboard box blinking in order to

better view his work or rounding

on his thumb, balls of half

As for the piano, plus the fingers there

The faster they ran, the more they marveled.

she was hitting the keys with

lead and ran from top to bottom all

the keyboard without

interrupted, thus shaken by it

old instrument whose strings

curled

to the end of the village if the window

was open and often the clerk of

the bailiff who was passing by on the main

the bare road and in slippers stopped at

listening to him, his sheet of paper in hand

Emma, ​​on the other hand, knew how to drive her

at home she sent the account to the sick person

visits in letters well

tours that didn't smell of the bill

when they had some on Sunday

neighbor at dinner she found a way

offering a pretty dish was understood to

place on vine leaves

Queen Claude's pyames were used to overturn

the jam jars on a plate

and she even talked about buying some

mouthwash for dessert

a lot of things emerged from all of this

considerations on

Charles Bovary eventually came to value himself

more of what he possessed

He proudly displayed such a woman

in the room two small sketches of è to

the lead mine he had made

framed by very wide borders and

suspended against the paper of the

wall with long green cords

As he left mass, he could be seen on

her door with beautiful slippers in

tapestry he came home late at ten o'clock

Sometimes at midnight he would ask

to eat, and since the maid was lying down

It was Emma who served him; he withdrew

his frock coat so he could dine more comfortably

he said, one after the other, all

the people he had met

villages where he had been the ordinances

that he had written and was satisfied with

He himself ate the rest of the miroton

and cheese crunched an empty apple

her carafe then went to bed

lay on his back and

he snored as he had for a long time

the habit of the cotton cap

The scarf didn't stay on her ears.

also her hair in the morning was

thrown haphazardly over his face and

bleached by the down of his pillow

whose cords were coming undone during

at night he always wore strong

boots that had two at the instep

Thick folds slanting towards the ankles

while the rest of the upper

continued in a straight, taut line like

by a wooden foot he said that

it was good enough for the

campaign his mother approved of it in this

economy because she came to see him as

formerly when there had been at her house

a few rather violent gusts and

However, Madame Bovary seemed to me

warned against her daughter-in-law, she

found a genre too advanced for their

fortuitous position the wood the sugar and

the candle flickered as if in a

large house and the quantity of embers

who burned themselves in the kitchen would have

enough for twenty-five dishes

put away his clothes in the cupboards and

He was teaching him to keep an eye on the butcher.

when he brought the meat

Emma received her lessons from Madame Bovary.

lavished both the words of the girl and of

the mother and I exchanged messages throughout the day

day accompanied by a slight shiver

each lip uttering words

gentle, in a trembling voice

anger from the time of old Mrs. Dubuc

woman still felt like the favorite but

now Charles's love for Emma

it seemed to him like a desertion of his

tenderness an invasion on what

it belonged to her and she was watching the

happiness of his son with a silence

sad like someone ruined who

look through people's windows

seated at a table in her old house she

it reminded him, as if by memory, of his

hardships and sacrifices and the

comparing to Emma's negligence

concluded that he was not

It is reasonable to worship Him in such a way

Exclusively, Charles, what can he say?

He respected his mother and he loved her.

He considered his wife infinitely

moon's judgment as infallible and

However, he found the other

impeccable when Madame Bovary was

part he was trying to risk

timidly and in the same terms a

or two of the most innocuous observations

that he had heard his mother do

Emma proving to him with a single word that he

deceived him, sent him back to his

However, according to some theories, they are ill.

that she believed to be good, she wanted to

giving love in the moonlight

in the garden she recited everything she

knew by heart passionate rhymes and

He sang adagios to her, sighing softly.

melancholic, but she found herself

then as calm as before and

Charles no longer seemed to be in love with her.

no more

stirred when she had thus beaten a little

the lighter on his heart without making

to spring forth a spark incapable of the rest

to understand what she did not feel

like believing in everything that doesn't

manifested itself not through conventional forms

She easily convinced herself that the

Charles' passion was gone.

of exorbitant its expansions were

as they became regular, he kissed her at

At certain times it was a habit

among others and as a dessert

planned in advance after the monotony of

dinner a hunting lodge cured by sir

a chest infection had given

Madam, a little Italian greyhound, she

she would take it for walks because she

sometimes went out to be alone one

instant and to no longer have eyes

the eternal garden with the dusty road

she went as far as the Banneville river

near the abandoned pavilion which makes

the corner of the wall on the field side there is

in the wolf's den among the grass

long reeds with sharp leaves

she started by looking at everything

around to see if anything had

changed since the last time she

had come, she found herself at the same place

place the foxgloves and the wild radishes

the clusters of nettles surrounding the large

pebbles and slabs along the

three windows, some with shutters still

The enclosed spaces crumbled with rot on their

rusty iron bars, his aimless thoughts

at first he wandered aimlessly like his

greyhound who was making circles in the

The countryside barks at the butterflies.

yellow vests were hunting down

shrews where the coconuts nibbled

on the edge of a piece of wheat then these

ideas gradually took shape and, sitting on

the lawn she was raking through with small blows

with the tip of her parasol Emma

kept repeating, "Why, my God, have I..."

married

she wondered if there might have been

by other means, through random combinations

to meet another man and she

sought to imagine what would have been

these events did not occur in this life

different from this husband than she is

I didn't know all of them, indeed.

they didn't look like that one he would have

could have been beautiful, spiritual, distinguished

attractive as they probably were

those whom these former C's had married

What was she doing now in the convent?

the city with the noise of the streets

the hum of the theaters and the

the bright lights of the ball they had

existences where the heart expands where the

senses flourish but she her life

was as cold as an attic whose

The skylight faces north and the spider's boredom

silently spun her web in the shadows

in every corner of her heart she

recalled the days of distribution of

prize where she went up on the stage for

go get her little ones

with her braided hair her dress

white and her plum-colored shoes

They discovered she had a kind way of doing things

and the gentlemen when she returned

his place they leaned over to make him

The court was full of compliments.

horse-drawn carriages were used to bid him farewell by the

the music master passed by the doors

greeting with his violin case as

It all seemed so far away, so very far away.

far

She called Jali and took her between her

knees ran her fingers over her long

head and he was saying let's go [ __ ]

teacher, you who have no

grief then considering the mine

melancholic of the animal shelter who

she yawned slowly

became tender and compared him to

she herself spoke to him aloud as if to

someone who is grieved that one

console, gusts of wind sometimes arrived.

wind breezes from the sea rolling

with a leap across the entire plateau of the country

C brought it far into the

fields, a salty freshness, the juns

whistled close to the ground and the

leaves of beings rustled in one

A quick thrill as the peaks...

still swaying, they continued their

loud murmuring

Emma clutched her shawl to her

shoulders and stood up in the avenue one

green day cut short by the foliage

illuminated the crackling, shaved foam

gently beneath her feet the sun

The sky was setting, it was red between the

branches and similar trunks of

trees planted in a straight line

a brown colonnade seemed to

standing out against a gold background, a fear

She would take it, she would call Jali, she would leave

quickly returned to Toost by the large

road sa'affalit in an armchair and of

He didn't talk all evening

Not, but towards the end of September.

something extraordinary fell

in her life she was invited to the

vaubiessard at the Marquis d'And

dervillier, Secretary of State under the

Restoration, the Marquis seeking to

entering political life prepared him

long hands his candidacy to the

In the Chamber of Deputies, it was winter.

numerous distributions of bundles of firewood and

the general council demanded with

exhilaration always of roads for his

district he had had during the

extreme heat, an abscess in the mouth

which Charles had relieved him as if by

miracle by giving it a pointing blow

The lancet man from Affa sent to

Toste to pay for the accounting transaction

evening he had seen in the small garden of

superb cherries or cherry trees

were growing poorly at the Vaubiissard M the

The marquis asked for some cuttings from

Bovary made it his duty to...

thank himself, Emma noticed, found

that she had a nice figure and

that she did not greet in peasant fashion so

although we didn't believe in the castle

where to cross the boundaries of the

neither condescension nor, on the other hand, commit

a blunder in inviting the young

cleaning on a Wednesday at three o'clock M and

Madame Bovary climbed into their

they left for the vaubiessar with a

large trunk attached at the back and

a hatbox that was placed

In front of the apron, Charles had more

a cardboard box between their legs

arrived at nightfall as one

began to light lanterns in

the park in order to illuminate the

cars, end of chapter 7

[Music]

Chapter 8 of Part One of

Madame Bovar by Gustave Flauert this

Librivox registration is part of the

domain

public construction castle

modern Italian style with two wings

advancing and three steps

deployed at the bottom of an immense

lawn where some cows grazed

between clumps of tall trees

spaced apart while the baskets

Endron mock orange shrub and

snowballs were bulging their tufts

uneven greenery along the curved line

A river flowed beneath the sandy path

a bridge through the mist

distinguished buildings with roofs of

stubble scattered in the meadow that

bordered a gentle slope of two hills

covered in wood and from behind in

the massifs stood in two lines

parallel to each other are the sheds and stables

remains preserved from the old castle

Charles' BOC demolished and stopped

in front of the middle steps of

Servants appeared, the marquis stepped forward

and offering his arm to the woman of

doctor introduced it into the

The vestibule was paved with flagstones.

marble very high and the sound of footsteps

with that of the tracks it resounded there as

in a church opposite was going up a

staircase to the right and to the left a gallery

overlooking the garden led to the

billiard room from which one could hear from

the door to collide with the balls

of ivory as she crossed it for

going to the Emma living room revolves around the game

men with serious faces and resting chins

on high ties decorated all and

who smiled silently in

pushing their tails on the woodwork

dark paneling of large frames

bore at the bottom of their border

names written in black letters she read

Jean-Antoine d'Andervillier

Count of La Vaubiessar and

Baron de La Fréay killed at the Battle of

coutra le

October and on another Jean-Anoine

Henri Guy d'Endervillier de la

Vaubiessard, Admiral of France and

Knight of the Order of Saint Michael

wounded in combat at the Saintvaste Lei

death at the vaubiessar the

January, then we could barely distinguish those

which followed because of the light from the lamps

folded down onto the green billiard table

let a shadow float in

the apartment darkening the canvases

horizontally it broke against her

in a fine line following the cracks of the

varnish and all those large squares

black ones edged with gold stood out here and there

some lighter portions of the

painting a pale forehead two eyes that

watched wigs unfurling on

the powdered shoulder of the red robes or

well the loop of a garter at the top

of a calf

The marquis bounced back and opened the door of the

In the living room, one of the ladies stood up: the marquise

She herself came to meet Emma and

sat her down next to her on a

conversational chair where she began to talk to him

friendly, as if she knew her

she had long been a woman of the

around forty years old with broad shoulders

hooked nose to the dragging track and

wearing that evening on her hair

chestnuts a simple guipure scarf which

fell back in

triangle a young blonde person

sat next to him in a chair

long files and gentlemen who

had a small flower on the

The buttonhole of their coat caused a stir with

the ladies all around the

at the fireplace at seven o'clock we served the

dinner, the men are more numerous

sat down at the first table in the

vestibule and the ladies in the second

the dining room with the marquis and the

marquise

Emma felt enveloped by

a warm air mingling with the scent of

flowers and fine linen, the fragrance of

meats and the smell of truffles

candles from candelabras lengthened

flames on the silver bells

faceted crystals covered with mist

The matte surfaces reflected pale rays of light back and forth.

bouquets were online across the country

table length and in the

plates with wide rims

arranged in the style of a bishop's cap

held between the yawning of their

two folds each a small loaf of bread

oval, the red legs of lobsters

the plates of large fruit

in openwork baskets were arranged in tiers

on the moss the quails had their

plumes of smoke rose and below

silk in short trousers in a tie

white in a grave jabot, like a judge

head waiter passing between the shoulders

The guests had their dishes all cut up.

made it jump with a flick of its spoon

for you the piece that we

chose on the large hair of

porcelain with a copper rod

statue of a woman draped up to her chin

stared motionless at the room full of

Madame Bovary noticed that several

ladies had not put on their gloves

their glass, however, at the top end of the

sitting alone among all these women

bent over her full plate and the

towel tied behind the back like a

As a child, an old man was eating, leaving

Drops of sauce fell from her mouth

he had bloodshot eyes and wore

a small tail wrapped with a ribbon

black was the marquis's stepfather

old duke of La Verdière the former favorite

of the Count of Artois in the time of

hunting parties at Vaudreuil at the

Marquis de Conflans, who had been

it was said that he was the lover of Queen Marie-

anoinette between mess of quwag and far away

he had led a noisy life of

debauchery full of duels in Paris

abducted women had devoured his fortune

and frightened all his

family a servant behind his chair

he called out the names aloud in his ear

dishes that he pointed to with his finger

stuttering and constantly looking at my

they came back of their own accord to this old man

with drooping lips as if on something

something extraordinary and august

had lived at court and slept in the

reindeer bed, wine was poured

Champagne at the

Emma shivered all over.

feeling that coldness in her mouth she

had never seen a pomegranate nor eaten

pineapple, powdered sugar, even him

appeared whiter and thinner

that elsewhere the ladies then went up

in their room, getting ready for the ball

Emma washed herself with awareness

meticulous work by an actress at the beginning of her career

she arranged her hair according to the

recommendations from the hairdresser and she

entered in her Barèges dress spread out on

Charles's trousers were tight on the bed

The soles of my feet will bother me on my stomach.

"To dance," he said. "Dance," Emma replied.

Yes, but you've lost your mind, we're

would laugh at you, stay in your place

Besides, it's more suitable for a

doctor

she added. Charles fell silent; he was walking.

waiting back and forth for Emma to be

He saw her dressed from behind in

the ice between two torches her eyes

blacks seemed blacker than his

gently curved towards the ears

a rose shone with a blue glow at its

The bun trembled on a moving stem

with fake water droplets at the end

From its leaves she had a dress of

Pale saffron enhanced by three bouquets

of rosepompon mixed with

Charles, surrounded by greenery, came to kiss her.

"Leave me alone," she said. "You will..."

Chionnes, a refrain was heard from

violin and the sounds of a body she

went down the stairs, holding back from running

the grids had begun.

People were coming from all over, we were pushing each other, she was...

placed near the door on a

bench when the country dance was over

The floor remained open for the groups

of men talking while standing and the

Liveried servants who brought

large platforms on the women's line

seated, painted fans waved.

the bouquets half-hid the smile