Frederick was originally a kind, upright and ambitious young man from other provinces who came to Paris to study, hoping to make a difference. However, under the influence of vanity, extravagance and intrigue in the upper class of Paris, he neglected his studies, became low in sentiment and lived among all kinds of women, which eventually led to nothing in his career and feelings.

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five

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Frederick doesn't know why there is so much resentment and nonsense. He hates Paris more. On the third day, he took the first train to Nolan.

The houses soon disappeared and the fields gradually spread out. He sat alone in the carriage, his feet resting on the bench, recalling the recent events and all the past events he experienced. He thought of Louise.

"She once loved me, this girl! I was wrong, I didn't catch this happiness ... in your dreams. Forget it! "

Five minutes later, he thought:

"But, who knows? ..... Later, why not? "

His fantasy, like his sight, plunged into the dim sky.

"She is naive, a country girl, almost a Man Zi, but so kind!"

The more he walked towards Nolan, the closer she got to him. As before, as he walked past Sutton Ranch, he caught a glimpse of her cutting rushes under poplars and beside puddles. Nolan arrived and got off the bus.

Then, he leaned his elbow on the bridge to watch them walk on the island and in the garden on a sunny day. The air in the travel and the wild made him dizzy, and the recent mood swings made him weak, but he felt a little excited and thought:

"She may be out; If only I met her right away! "

The bells of St. Laurent's church rang. There are a group of poor people in the square in front of the church, and there is an open carriage, the only one in the town (for the wedding). Suddenly, a newly married couple appeared in the crowd of white-collar citizens at the church gate.

He thought he was hallucinating. But, no! This is her, Louise! Wearing a white gauze, hanging from her red hair to her heel; That's him, de Laurel! Wearing a blue dress embroidered with silver thread is the official dress of the governor. What the hell is going on here?

Frederick hid in the corner of a house and let the team pass.

He felt ashamed, defeated and crushed. He returned to the train station and Paris.

The taxi driver said that there was a roadblock on the way from the water tower to the competitive theater, so he took the road to St. Martin's city. At the corner of Provence Street, Frederick got off and walked towards the road.

It was five o'clock and it was raining in Mao Mao. Some citizens are standing on the sidewalk outside the opera house. The doors and windows of the house opposite are closed. There is not a figure in the window. On the wide road, dragoons fell on horseback and galloped past with drawn sabres; The ornaments on the helmet and the big white cloak rising behind it pass under the gas lamp; In the mist, the gas lamp twisted with the wind. The crowd looked at the dragoons, silent and frightened.

Teams of police suddenly appeared in the charged horses, driving people back in the street.

However, on the stone steps of Tortoni Cafe, you can see a tall man-Dusadia from a distance. He is as still as a statue of a woman.

A policeman walked in front of the team, wearing a triangular hat on his eyes and threatening him with a sword.

So, Mr. Dusty took a step forward and shouted:

"Long live the Republic!"

He fell on his back with his hands crossed on his chest.

There was a terrible howl in the crowd. The policeman looked around with his eyes; Frederick Zheng, he recognized seneca.

six

He wandered around.

He has experienced the melancholy on a large passenger ship; The cold when I woke up in the tent, the consternation brought by the scenery and ruins, and the bitterness after the beautiful feelings disappeared.

He's back.

He has been in social circles and has been in love several times. However, the persistent memory of his first love made him feel that all other loves were boring. Then, the burning desire goes out and the essence of feeling is lost. My ideological ambition has also decreased.

Time flies; He endured mental laziness and emotional dullness.

1867 At the end of March, as night fell, he was alone in his study when a woman came in.

"Mrs Arnold!"

"Frederick!"

She grabbed his hand, gently pulled him to the window, looked at him and said over and over again:

"This is him! It's him! "

In the dim twilight, he could only vaguely see her eyes, which were covered by a small black lace veil on her face.

She put a pomegranate Red Velvet's small wallet by the fireplace and sat down. Two people smile at one another, but don't talk.

Finally, he asked her many questions about herself and her husband.

They live in a remote area of Brittany, in order to save money and pay off their debts. Arnold has been ill for almost three years, and now he looks like an old man. Her daughter married a family in Bordeaux, and her son was stationed in Mostaganem as a soldier. Then, she looked up:

"But I see you again! I am very happy! "

He didn't forget to tell her that he had been to their home after hearing the news of their disaster.

"I know!"

"Why?"

She caught a glimpse of him in the yard and hid.

"Why?"

So, in a trembling voice, it took her a long time to say a word:

"I'm afraid! Yes ... afraid of you ... afraid of yourself! "

Hearing this confession, his heart thumped with joy. She added:

"Forgive me for not coming earlier."

She pointed to the pomegranate red pouch embroidered with Palme d 'Or leaves and said:

"This is I specially embroidered for you. There is an amount equivalent to Belleville real estate. "

Frederick thanked her for her gift and blamed her for coming here on purpose.

"no! That's not why I'm here. I have to come to see you, and then I'll go back ... go back there. "

She told him where she lived.

This is a low-rise house with only one floor. The garden is full of boxwood, and two avenues with chestnut trees lead to the high mountain top, from which you can overlook the sea.

"I often go there and sit on a bench. I call it Frederick Bunch. "

Then she greedily looked at the furniture, knickknacks and pictures in order to take them away from her memory. The portrait of the female marshal was half hidden by the curtain. But the gold and white in the dark still attracted her attention.

"I seem to know this woman."

"impossible!" Frederick said, "This is an old Italian painting."

She said that she wanted to walk in the street arm in arm.

They're out.

The lights of the shop illuminate her pale side from time to time; Then, the shadow wrapped her again; They walk in the traffic, people coming and going, noisy and noisy, only pay attention to themselves, and can't hear anything, just like people walking on the ground covered with fallen leaves in the countryside.

They told each other about the past years, the dinner in the Arts and Crafts Club, Arnold's hobbies, the way he pulled the tip of his fake collar, squeezed ointment on his moustache, and other more secret and inner things. How intoxicated he was when he first heard her sing! On St Cleo's birthday, how beautiful she is! He told her about the small garden in Auteuil, the night in the theater, an encounter on the road, her former servant and her black maid.

She was surprised at his memory. But she said to him:

"Sometimes, your words come back to my ears, like distant echoes and wind bells; When I read the paragraph describing love in the book, I vaguely felt that you were in front of me. "

Frederick said, "You let me experience everything that is accused of exaggeration in love description. "I understand why Victor doesn't hate Charlotte's bread and butter."

"Poor dear friend!"

She sighed and said after a long silence:

"Anyway, we love each other deeply."

"But nobody belongs to anyone!"

"Maybe it's better this way." She said again.

"no! Don't! How happy we will be! "

"oh! With your love, I think so! "

How deep this love should be, and it will still exist after such a long separation!

Frederick asked her how she found out that he loved her.

"One night, you kissed my wrist between my gloves and cuffs. I thought to myself, "He loves me." ... "He loves me!" But I can't believe it's true. You are so reserved and lovely, I regard it as an unconscious and lasting respect. "

He has no regrets. The pain of the past has paid off.

When they got home, Mrs Arnold took off her hat. A lamp on the snail's foot table lit up her white hair. This is a blow to Frederick.

In order to hide this disappointment from her, he sat on her knee, held her hand and began to pour out his feelings to her:

"I think, you this person, your smallest action, has superhuman importance in this world. With your steps, my heart rises and falls like dust. Your charm for me is like a gaze on a summer night, surrounded by fragrance, swaying shadows, silvery white and clean, boundless. To me, your name contains the happiness of body and soul. I called your name over and over again and tried to kiss it with my lips. I can't imagine anything else. My imaginary Mrs. Arnold is what you usually look like, with two children, gentle, serious, beautiful and so kind! This image eclipses all other images. I'm not just thinking! In my heart, there will always be your sweet voice and bright eyes! "

She was ecstatic to accept a woman's praise. She is not this woman anymore. Frederick was intoxicated by his own words and believed them. Mrs. Arnold leaned over him with her back to the light. He felt her breath brushing his forehead, and her whole body touched him hesitantly through her clothes. Their hands are clenched; The toe of her high-top leather shoes protrudes slightly from the bottom of the robe; He almost fainted and said to her:

"Seeing your feet, my heart is in a mess."

She stood up in shame. Then, without moving, she said in a strange tone of sleepwalking:

"At my age! Him! Frederick. ..... No woman has been loved like me! Don't! Don't! What is the use of being young? I don't care! I look down on them, all the women who come here! "

"oh! Is anyone coming! " He said ingratiatingly.

She smiled, wondering if he would get married in the future.

He swore that he wouldn't.

"Really? Why? "

"Because of you." Frederick said, holding her tightly in his arms.

She didn't break free, leaning back, her mouth half open and her eyes facing the sky. She suddenly pushed him away, a face of despair; He begged her to answer him, and she looked down and said:

"How I want to make you happy."

Frederick guessed that Mrs Arnold had entrusted herself to him; This aroused his more intense, crazy and eager desire than ever before. However, he has some indescribable feelings, a kind of disgust, such as fear. Another kind of worry, worried that he would be bored in the future, made him afraid to act rashly. Besides, how much trouble this will add! On the one hand, out of caution, on the other hand, I don't want to belittle my ideals, so I turned around and rolled a cigarette.

She stared at him in surprise.

"How noble and elegant you are! Only you are like this! Only you are like this! "

The clock struck 1 1 point.

"It's already eleven o'clock!" She said, "I'll leave in a quarter of an hour."

She sat down again, but she stared at the wall clock, while he continued to walk around smoking. Two people can't find words anymore. When we break up, there will always be a moment when the person we love is no longer with us.

Finally, twenty-five minutes later, she slowly picked up the hat and tie.

"Farewell, my friend, my dear friend! I'll never see you again! This is my last activity as a woman. My soul will never leave you. May God give you all the blessings! "

She kissed him on the forehead like a mother.

But she seemed to be looking for something and asked him for a pair of scissors.

She took off her comb and put down her white hair.

She desperately cut off a lock of long hair.

"Keep it! Farewell! "

She went out and Frederick opened the window. Mrs Arnold stood on the sidewalk and gestured to a passing taxi. She got in the car. The car disappeared.

So it's over.

seven

As winter approached, Frederick and Dai laurier sat by the fire and chatted. They made up again, and nature doomed them to meet and fall in love forever.

Frederick briefly explained why he was in trouble with Mrs. Bryce, who later married an Englishman.

De laurier didn't say how he married Miss Locke, only that one day, his wife eloped with a singer. In order to wash away his shame a little, he was too enthusiastic about the government affairs in the province, and as a result, his reputation was damaged and he was dismissed. Later, I worked as colonial governor of Algeria, secretary of Pasha, manager of newspaper, advertising agent, and finally worked as a clerk in the litigation office of an industrial company.

As for Frederick, he squandered two-thirds of his property and had to lead a petty-bourgeois life.

Later, they asked each other about their friends.

Matignon is now a senator.

Yusuo holds an important position, in charge of all theaters and the whole newspaper industry.

Xiqi, the religious father of eight children, lives in the castle of his ancestors.

Pelherin was addicted to Fourier, homeopathy, smart watches, Gothic art and humanitarian painting, and finally became a photographer. On all the walls in Paris, you can see his portrait in black with a big head and a small body.

"Where is your best friend Senecal?" Frederick asked.

"It's gone! I don't know! What about you, Mrs Arnold? Who is in love with you? "

"She may be in Rome, with her son who is a cavalry lieutenant."

"Where is her husband?"

I passed away last year.

"ah!" The lawyer said.

Then, he patted his forehead:

"By the way, that day, in a shop, I met the kind female marshal, who was holding a little boy she adopted. She is the widow of a Mr. Houdry, and now she is fat and big. It's amazing! How slender her waist used to be! "

De laurier made no secret that she had personally verified this when she was desperate.

"Actually, you allowed me to do this."

He made up for his silence on Mrs. Arnold's plot without being under pressure. But Frederick will forgive him because he didn't succeed.

Frederick was annoyed at the discovery, but he pretended to laugh it off; When he mentioned the female marshal, he thought of Miss Wattnaz.

Dai laurier has never seen her or many other people who go to Arnou's house; But he remembers La Rambal very clearly.

"Is he still alive?"

"Barely alive! Every night, on time, from Gramont Street to Mon martel Street, he drags his feet to a cafe, weak, bent down, tired, a ghost! "

"So, what about Kompan?"

Frederick gave a cry of joy and asked the former representative of the temporary * * * to tell him the mystery of the little bull's head.

"This is imported from Britain. In order to playfully imitate the ceremony held by royalists every year 1 30th, some independents hold a cocktail party every year. They eat the calf's head and drink the red wine in its skull to toast the demise of Stuart's royal family. After the hot month coup, terrorists organized an identical group, which proved that there was endless nonsense. "

"I think you have lost your enthusiasm for politics."

"This is due to age." The lawyer said.

They summed up their life.

Both of them wasted their lives. One dreams of love, the other dreams of power. What makes their dreams come true?

"Maybe it's because I didn't go the right way." Frederick said.

"For you, maybe so. As for me, on the contrary, my mistake is that I am too straightforward and don't consider many small things. These small things are more important than anything else. I am too logical and you are too emotional. "

Then, they blame the opportunity, the environment and the time of their birth.

Frederick said again:

"When we were in Sans, we didn't want to be like this. At that time, you wanted to write a history of philosophical criticism, and I wanted to write a novel about medieval Nojean. The theme I found in Froy Sade's works is how Master Brocard de Fenestrange and Bishop Trouvat attacked Eustace de Ambre Sigur. Do you remember? "

They recalled the past in their youth. Every time they say a word, they ask each other:

"Do you remember?"

They seemed to see the middle school yard, the chapel, the reception room, the sword practice room under the stairs, the faces of the proctor and the students, a Versailles man named Angmar who made shoe covers with old boots; Mr Milba and his red beard; Two teachers who teach geometry and painting, Varo and Xu Lilai, are always arguing; Poles, a countryman of Copernicus, always carry a cardboard map of the planetary system. An astronomer who was giving a lecture on the road had a meal in the canteen and paid for a class. Then, a drunken walk, the pipe they smoked for the first time, the award ceremony and the joy of the festival. ...

1837 summer vacation, they went to play with Turkish women.

The real name of the woman you call is Zola de Turk; Many people think that she is a Muslim and a Turkish woman. This adds poetry to her house, which is located by the water, behind the castle wall; Even in midsummer, there is shade around the house; There is a pot of sweet clover in one window, and there is a goldfish bowl next to it. You can tell at a glance that this is her home. Some young ladies in white shirts have powder on their faces and long earrings. Someone walks by and taps the window glass. In the evening, they stood at the door, singing softly in hoarse voices.

This depraved place has brought magical light to the whole area. Everyone euphemistically called it: "The place you know-a street-is under the bridge." The nearby peasant women are afraid of their husbands, and the citizens' wives are worried about their maids, because the chef of the district chief was caught there; Naturally, this is the place that all teenagers secretly yearn for.

One Sunday, when Frederic and Dai laurier were doing evening prayers, they permed their hair in advance, picked some flowers in Mrs. Morrow's garden, then went out through the side door leading to the field, made a big circle in the vineyard, and then came back from the fishing ground and sneaked into the Turkish woman's house, always holding a big bunch of flowers in their hands.

Frederick presented his flowers just as a lover presented flowers to his fiancee. However, the hot weather, fear of the unknown, guilt, and even the joy of seeing so many women at his disposal made him pale with excitement and froze, unable to say a word. The women all laughed and were glad to see his embarrassment. He thought they were laughing at him and ran away; Because Frederick was rich, De laurier had to follow him.

They were seen coming out. I got into trouble. I haven't forgotten it for three years.

They told each other the story and supplemented each other's memories; After that, Frederick said:

"This is our best experience!"

"Yes, maybe? This is our best experience! " De laurier said.

(Wesley Wang)

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At the beginning of the story, Flaubert briefly explained the background of the story and explained the process of the protagonist Frederic Moreau returning to his hometown by boat after graduating from high school. On the boat, Frederick met a beautiful and pure woman, who was the love of his life and made him miserable-Mrs. Arnold. The infatuated Frederick fell in love with Mrs. Arnold at first sight and couldn't extricate himself. Here, the author not only explains the personality characteristics of the characters, but also lays the groundwork for the tragic ending of the protagonist in the future.

Frederick was born in a middle-class family in other provinces, and his mother, Mrs. Moreau, was born in a noble family, but her family had already declined. His father died before he was born, and Mrs. Moreau could only live on a small legacy. "Although she receives guests three times a week, she holds banquets at home from time to time, and how many candles are ordered in advance, and she often waits eagerly for the rent. She keeps her money tight, just like covering up her bad habits ... "So her son became her only hope. "Mrs Moreau is ambitious about her son's future." Her son studied well and won the first prize. "Maybe he can be a senator, an ambassador, a minister" and so on. Frederick is interested in literature, likes to write poems, and sometimes enjoys it. He even wanted to write a symphony, but he soon became fascinated with painting. He is passionate about many things, but he is weak-willed, addicted to fantasy and lacks self-confidence. Although he had great enthusiasm, he didn't put it into practice. He is "a giant in words and a dwarf in action". He only wished without action, and as a result, he wasted his time and accomplished nothing.

Frederick's best friend De laurier is an ambitious figure. He has his own ambitions and is full of confidence and hope for the future. Unlike Frederick, De laurier always seized every possible opportunity and persisted. He studied metaphysics at first, then turned to social economics and the French Revolution, hoping to achieve something in politics. He is a careerist full of scheming, hoping that he can get ahead one day and succeed in my official career. For his own benefit, he will do whatever it takes; If necessary, he can even betray his best friend without hesitation.

Frederick came to Paris to study law with the hopes and dreams of his whole family. However, this enthusiastic and pure young man from other provinces doesn't like the law at all. All his enthusiasm and energy are just to adapt to the luxurious life of Paris society. Influenced by the vanity, luxury and intrigue of the upper class, he not only neglected his studies, but also became extremely low in sentiment: playing with Rosanne, a social butterfly, to satisfy * * *; Driven by curiosity and lured by money, he boldly "fell in love" with the innocent girl Louise; In order to achieve the goal of being in the upper class, he tried his best to please the lady called Mrs. Bryce ... He was busy socializing, shuttling between women's skirts and winning women's hearts with one-liners In the process of approaching the beautiful woman, his talent and intelligence have been fully exerted. He can always make the calm Mrs. Arnold surge in emotion and her eyes turn red; Carefully prepared manners can always make Mrs. Bryce respect him especially; His bold lies fascinated naive Louise. He became an old hand in love.

Although Frederick has ulterior motives in his feelings, he also has an unforgettable love for Mrs. Arnold. Frederick is so obsessed with her that he can't give up. Pretend to touch her gloved fingers casually and he will be happy all night. Even talking to her and watching her do needlework, he will be full of enthusiasm and show endless interest and endurance. Sometimes, just because of one look or a word from her, he will be happy for one night or miserable for several days. Mrs. Arnold's gentleness, beauty, virtue and elegant taste fascinated Frederick. He always lingers in front of her house, but he can't reach it, which makes him tortured and miserable. He met Rosa Knight, a social butterfly, through Mrs. Arnold and soon became a frequent visitor to her seat. Rosanne is cheerful, coquettish, sociable, pretentious and vulgar. Although Frederick hated her sometimes, he was proud of her and regarded her as a plaything and a temporary post station when he was mentally empty. He didn't like Mrs. Bruce's arrogance and selfishness, only regarded her as a springboard to the upper class, and finally broke up with her coldly. When Frederick returned to his hometown and tried to find Louise, a girl who had fallen madly in love with him, Louise had married someone else and became the bride of his good friend De laurier. Full of fatigue and sadness, he chose to stay away from home.

After experiencing some storms, Frederick squandered most of his property, and his love, career and ideals were all like dreams in the face of cruel reality. When he met Mrs Arnold again, things had changed. As time went on, Frederick lost his goals and ambitions and lived a lonely and poor life. Mrs. Arnou had already gone bankrupt, lived in a remote place, lived a poor and lonely life to pay her debts, and her hair was already gray. The beauty is still there, but her face has changed. The heavy feelings that once made Frederick unable to let go once again stirred waves in his calm heart, with sweetness and bitterness, joy and bitterness, so far away as if it were yesterday. Their true feelings after the changes of the world give people a lot of feelings and helplessness. "The past is unbearable." A wisp of white hair, a back, the old face flying from west to east, cast a sad color on the work.

Frederick is a typical figure with the characteristics of the times. He represented the spiritual history of a generation in French society at that time, was a typical epitome of their emotional experience, and was a typical redundant person in French society at that time. Flaubert's success also lies in his combination of the description of the protagonist and his fate with social changes and major historical events. Emotional education reflects the social life of France from 1840 to 1867 for a quarter of a century, especially the revolution of 1848, which shows readers a complicated, ups and downs and magnificent social picture. When the revolution broke out, Frederick witnessed the mass rally in the street against the financial aristocracy. Influenced by revolutionary enthusiasm, he adopted a pro-revolutionary attitude, actively wrote articles for newspapers and even participated in parliamentary elections. After the June uprising was suppressed, he retreated and hid in Fontainebleau and Rosanett to travel. During the coup in louis bonaparte, he was very busy, going back and forth between two women, Rosanne and Mrs. Bruce. He was disheartened by the disillusionment of his personal fantasy and indifferent to national affairs. Flaubert skillfully reflected the bad influence of bourgeois society on young people through Frederick's failure experience, and revealed the era when some bourgeois young people were distracted, greedy for pleasure, and even eventually became social waste.

At the end of the novel, Frederick and his good friend Dai laurier made up after breaking up, and they sat by the fire reminiscing about the past. One dream of getting love and the other dream of having power ended in failure. When all the prosperity is gone, they sum up their lives and come to a common conclusion: both of them have wasted their years. Flaubert asked the characters in the book to summarize and summarize their own lives, which not only realized the objectivism they had been pursuing, but also left an intriguing ending for readers.

(Zhao Guangquan)