Christopher john cleese, written by romain rolland (1866- 1944), is a famous French novelist, playwright and critic, who was born in a small family. Influenced by the family atmosphere, he loves music very much and received his doctorate with a paper on the origin of Italian opera. This novel was written between 1904 and 19 12. He became famous for this novel and won the Nobel Prize in Literature of 19 15, which was loved by people all over the world. This novel consists of ten volumes and tells the story of the protagonist john cleese Christopher's struggle in a vulgar and bitter society.
John Christopher was born in a small town on the Rhine. His family is a respected musical family. His grandfather used to be the conductor of the Wang Fu Band, but his father often drank too much, and his family gradually declined.
Little Christopher is ugly, but he is loved by grandpa. He often walked in the fields with his grandfather and listened to his ancient heroic stories, which made him sprout the idea of being a great man at an early age. Being a cook's mother is timid and kind. One day, he was teased by a young master and a young lady while his mother was helping his host. He was beaten by his master for resisting, and his mother made him kneel. This made him feel very sad and even more angry at the injustice in the world.
Grandpa gave him an old piano and took him to the theater to enjoy the opera, which aroused his interest in music. He often climbed into the chair and pressed the keys himself. My father discovered his hobby and hoped it would become one of his specialties as a means to climb up in the future. So he was forced to practice the piano with a ruler every day, so tired that he finally couldn't support it one day. He fought back: he deliberately played the wrong syllable. Father roared and the ruler rained down. Christopher was subdued and had to cry and play the piano every day. He hates music, but at the same time, his heart is occupied by music. He couldn't help falling in love with music and devoted his whole life to this art that condensed all his emotions.
Grandpa paid attention to sorting out the songs that his grandson hummed at any time, and added accompaniment and harmony to compose a song, named "Childhood". On the cover of the music, he also inscribed the name of little Christopher for Christophe to play, and reported it to the court for a special concert. His performance was welcomed by the audience, and the Grand Duke praised the 6-year-old child as "a near-re-embodiment Mozart". From then on, he was greatly encouraged and began to consciously play the piano and compose music, which made his grandfather cry with joy.
As an uncle of a village vendor, he advocates "ordinary people". His feelings are real. He gave John another education. He sang beautiful songs, let John breathe the fresh air in the fields, feel countless instruments in nature symphonies at night, and create real music in his life, which made Christopher better influenced by music.
At the age of 1 1, Christophe was appointed as the second violinist of the Palace Music Federation. He studied harmony with the organist. He learned a variety of musical instruments and used his income to make up for the difficulties of family life. Grandpa died happily at this time, and his father was so drunk all day that he couldn't tell. The burden of life weighed on him, and he had to be called to the Duke's house to play for that annoying idiot, which made him deeply humiliated and miserable, and alienated from the elders who advocated money and power. He also found several part-time jobs as a tutor. The burden of life overwhelmed him. Only my uncle brought him happiness. They rowed in the moonlight, listened to the arpeggios dripping on the oars, and watched the river and water vapor tremble ... John received a music education and played in a band. He has been promoted to the first violinist, and he has a great belief that he will write great works in the future.
On a picnic in the country, Christophe met an erudite young man Oddo on the ferry, and they became bosom friends. The friendship with Oddo became the forerunner of his future love. Krych, the newly widowed senator's wife, moved from Berlin, which is adjacent to his home, with her daughter Mina. His wife asked him to be her daughter's tutor and teach her to play the piano. Mina, who is about his age, appreciates Christophe's talent and personality, corrects his manners from time to time, and is very fond of him. Christopher once impulsively kissed Mina's hand while playing the piano. Soon, Mina's mother spied on their relationship, and she strongly opposed it on the grounds of birth, family background and property, which made Christopher realize the distance between him and them and left here in grief.
Before the blow of love subsided, my father died drunk in the ditch. Both younger brothers have gone out to make a living. He and his mother lived alone, and they moved to a simpler and cheaper place. Rosa, the granddaughter of the landlord, has a crush on him, but he falls in love with a young widow, Sa Pi Na, who runs a small sewing shop. Unexpectedly, Mr. Pi Na suddenly died of the flu. In grief, she fell in love with Ada, a salesgirl in a hat shop, but was soon abandoned by this woman in easy virtue. The blow of love depressed him, and he spent all day in bars with some irresponsible friends. My uncle helped him and educated him to break through the snare of lust, cheer himself up and immerse himself in music creation. Christopher is very alert.
When listening to the concert, Christophe felt that the performer was depressed and the audience was bored. He was dismayed to find that the works of the so-called masters were full of falsehood and affectation. He did not hesitate to tear up conventional music and criticized the hypocrisy of almost all German classical musicians. Conservative forces called him "unconventional" and "completely crazy", and the Dagong who once loved him began to dislike him. Shake the music world to fight back, so that his concert of playing new works was frustrated and left out in the cold. Just when his career was frustrated, he was used and published many music reviews in magazines, which offended the band director, performers, singers and even the audience. Lonely and angry, he decided to go far away. Before he left, he went to a holiday dance on the farm. He was beaten because a girl didn't want to dance with a drunken officer. He was attacked and killed the police officer. The rescued girl asked him to take refuge in Paris. He left a note for his mother and ran away. He left the border for France.
He lived a hard life in Paris. On the one hand, he wants to find a job to make a living, on the other hand, he refuses to blaspheme the art of music. Finally, he taught Gracie, the butcher's daughter, Stephane, the daughter of an automobile manufacturer, and Grazia, her cousin, to play the piano. Grazia is full of love and often suffers from Christopher's unfortunate fate.
On the recommendation of others, he participated in the activities of the Paris literary and art circles, wrote a play in the form of symphonic poems, and brought it to the theater for performance. However, members of the Socialist Party and some other politicians, although they claim to be free thinkers, actually prohibit others' freedom of thought. A member of the Socialist Party enthusiastically promoted the performance of his opera "David" and took his mistress as the protagonist in the play. As a result, the woman's voice was so vulgar that Christopher fell out with the congressman who replaced the role and the performance fell through. I was so angry that Christopher was seriously ill that the only gain was to find a like-minded friend-Olivier, a young poet who made a living by teaching. He lost several teaching jobs and his life was in trouble. Everything about Christopher is deeply concerned by Grazia, who has been sad that she can't help Christopher.
Christopher shares an apartment with his friend Olivier. Olivier admired John's musical talent and vitality. John also likes Olivier's wisdom, modesty and kindness. They all love freedom. John followed Olivier to the common people, and he saw the hidden vitality of France. He called for unity to resist violence and eliminate aristocratic atmosphere, while Olivier was obsessed with religion and dreamed of a fair world that loved everything. After several years of passionate struggle in society, they finally worked hard for Qian Qian's pure heart. His performance of David in France and Germany was a great success, and Evgenia, who had been booed before, was rediscovered and warmly welcomed. It is recognized that Christophe is a genius, and his life has turned for the better. At this time, Christopher found that he and Olivier both fell in love with Jacqueline, the engineer's daughter. He quit voluntarily, which led to their engagement and moved to another place to live.
Christopher became more and more famous, but he was once again framed by others. The publisher Ai Qutuo tampered with the publication of Christophe's works, which put him in trouble. Soon, he found that his article had changed again, and the Austrian Embassy invited him to play. It turned out that Grazia, who loved him passionately and was once his student, became the countess of Austria. She secretly protected him and enabled him to get away again. Soon, on May Day, he and his good friend Olivier took part in a parade. Olivier was trampled by the crowd to save a crushed child. He stabbed a violent policeman in a scuffle and had to flee to Switzerland. In Switzerland, he missed his dead friend and his heart was broken. After he calmed down, he had sex with a doctor's wife. Afterwards, he could not forgive his moral behavior and left for a small village under the pretext.
On a walk, he met Grazia, who lost her husband, and they fell into the joy of reunion. Although Grazia's son prevented them from combining, they were still satisfied with their soul mates.
Ten years later, Christophe began to rethink his life. He feels that there is nothing he can do to create the highest art with morality as the goal. He regards God as the sustenance of the soul and the ideal destination. At this time, his works were played all over Europe and were very popular. His old case of killing an officer in Germany has disappeared, and the killing of a policeman in France has also been forgotten. He has free access to Germany and France. But John wanted to escape from his sad past in Paris and volunteered to stay in Switzerland. With Grazia's support, he accepted the invitation of Paris and conducted several concerts. His performance caused a great sensation, even those who opposed him in the past praised him.
In his later years, Christophe became famous in Europe, and he continued to create, but his works were not as turbulent as in his early years, but harmonious and quiet. After Grazia died, Christopher also stayed at home. When he was dying, his mind recalled his last masturbation: "I struggled, I suffered, I lingered, I created." Let me rest in your arms. One day, I will be reborn for a new battle! "
They have two children: one is a daughter named Andonard, and the other is a son named Olivier, who is five years younger than Andonard.
Amdo Nader is a beautiful girl, with brown hair, charming and loyal small round face in French style, bright eyes, full heaven, thin chin and straight nose. As an old French portrait painter said, it is "that delicate and patterned nose, a subtle little gesture, makes her look vivid, which shows that when she speaks or listens to people, her heart is a little meticulous." She inherited her happy and carefree temper from her father.
Olivier is a delicate child with light yellow hair. He is as short as his father, but his personality is completely different. Constant illness as a child greatly damaged his health; Although his family loves him very much, his weak body makes him a depressed child, who loves fantasy and fears death and is unable to cope with life. Born afraid of meeting people, like loneliness. He doesn't want to be with other children. He feels uncomfortable with them. He hates their games and fights, especially their ferocity. He let them fight, not because they didn't have the courage, but because they were timid, afraid to defend themselves and afraid of hurting others; If it weren't for his father's position, he might have been worn to death by his children. His heart is soft, and his sensitive feelings are almost morbid: a word, a sign of sympathy or a complaint can make him cry. His sister, who is much healthier than him, often laughs at him and calls him cry baby.
The two children love each other very much; But the temperament is too far apart to mix together. They each lead their own lives and have their own fantasies. Amdo Nader is more beautiful; People told her that she knew, she was very happy and had some dreams for the future. Olivier, delicate and melancholy, feels out of place as soon as she comes into contact with the outside world, and then hides in her absurd little brain to entertain foolish ideas. He needs to love others like a girl and needs others to love him. Because he lives a lonely life and doesn't associate with peers of similar age, he creates two or three imaginary friends: one is John, the other is Etienne and the other is Lansoya. He is always with them, so he never stays with people around him. He sleeps little and dreams a lot. In the morning, people pull him out of bed, and he often hangs his naked legs outside the bed, lost in thought; Otherwise he will wear two socks on one foot. Dip your hand in the washbasin and he will be lost in thought. When writing on the desk or having a warm class, he will think for hours; Then he suddenly woke up and found that nothing had been done. At the dinner table, when others talk to him, he will be taken aback and wait for two minutes before answering; And I didn't know what to say after I answered half a sentence. He listened to his thoughts in a daze and whispered in his chest. He lived a monotonous life in the mainland and was hypnotized by some kind feelings. -the big empty house is only half occupied; Some are terrible and big cellars and attics, locked mysterious empty rooms, shutters closed, furniture, mirrors and candlesticks covered with cloth; The smile on the portrait of his ancestors will always be in his mind; There are also prints in the imperial era, and the themes are all frivolous and virtuous stories. Outside, the horseshoe maker is knocking on the door, the hammer is getting lighter and lighter, the bellows with hard breathing is panting, and the horseshoe smells strange when smoked; The washerwoman squatted by the river to pour clothes; The butcher is cutting meat in the next room; Walking in the street, riding a horse, hoofbeat bursts; The sound of the faucet rolling; The bridge over the river turned around, and the heavy ship carrying wood passed slowly in front of the high-spread flower bed. In the small yard, there is a square mud floor paved with slate, with two lilacs planted, and many anemones and morning glories planted around it. On the platform by the river, laurel trees and flowering pomegranate trees are planted in a big wooden basin. Sometimes I hear the noise of the nearby square market, pigs barking, and country people in dazzling blue shirts. ..... In church on Sunday, the choir couldn't even sing, and the old priest fell asleep at mass. The whole family takes a walk on the station road, taking off their hats and greeting others all the way (they also think that family walking is an essential program). —— Go straight to the sunny fields, with invisible larks hovering overhead, or along the clear and stagnant river, with shivering poplars on both sides; ..... Then there is a big meal, with more food to eat; Everyone has a clear head and talks about eating and drinking with relish; Because people here are experts, and paying attention to eating and drinking is a big event in the mainland, which is a veritable art. We also talked about the business situation, told jokes, talked about diseases, and the details emerged one after another ... And the children sat quietly in the corner, like mice, chewing, but not eating much, listening desperately. He listens to every word of the adults, and if he can't hear clearly, he supplements it with imagination. Like a child in his hometown, he has been impressed too deeply for hundreds of years. He has a special talent for guessing ideas that he never had before but didn't know much about. -and the kitchen, full of mysterious bloody smell and various flavors; Fat mother told a strange and terrible story ... finally, at night, bats flew around quietly, which made people afraid of strange things. He knew that these things were moving around in this old house, such as mice and furry Okumo. Then I knelt before the bed and prayed, not listening to what I said; Uneven bells rang in the workhouse next door, which were the bells of female monks sleeping; -then the snow-white bed, give him a dream island. ...
The best time of the year is to spend spring and autumn in a village a few miles from the city. Where no one can see, you can have wishful thinking. Like most young bourgeois children, the two children are not in contact with civilians, and they are still a little afraid and disgusted with servants and long-term workers. They are influenced by their mother's aristocratic temper, mainly bourgeois temper, and look down on workers. Olivier is reading wonderful stories on the branches of a locust tree: beautiful myths, fairy tales of Misa or Madame Onoe, Arabian Nights, or novels in the form of travel notes, because young people in France often yearn for distant worlds and dream of roaming overseas. A small forest covered the house, so he thought he was far away. But he knows that he is close to home, and he is very happy: because he doesn't like to go far alone, he has been lost in nature. Surrounded by trees, yellow vines can be seen in the distance from the cracks in the leaves, mottled cows are grazing on the grassland, and the slow singing breaks the silence of the fields. The shrill cries of chickens echoed in the distance between farms. There was an uneven thump from the barn. Thousands of creatures are active in this quiet world. Olivier looked anxiously at a row of ants who were always in a hurry. The full load of bees is ringing like the pipe of an organ, and the beautiful stupid wasps are bumping around. All these busy bugs seem eager to get to a place ... where? They don't know. Anywhere is good! As long as you go to a place ... Olivier shivers in this blind and hostile universe. He is like a rabbit, he will tremble when he hears the sound of loose ground or broken branches ... At the other end of the garden, Andonard swings wildly, making the hooks on the shelf creak, and Olivier is relieved to hear this.
She was dreaming, too, but in her way. She searched in the garden all day, greedy and curious, grinning like a thrush, cutting some grapes, secretly picking a peach, climbing the jujube tree, or shaking it gently when passing by, so that little Huangmei fell like raindrops and melted in her mouth, just like sweet honey. Otherwise, she will ignore the ban on picking flowers: in the blink of an eye, she will pick a rose that has been playing tricks since morning and sneak into the aisle deep in the garden. So she tried to smell, kiss and bite, and sucked her little nose into the intoxicating heart; Then I put the stolen goods in my arms and placed them between a pair of small breasts that she was surprised to see swollen under her open shirt ... There was also an interesting pleasure that was forbidden, that is, I took off my shoes and socks and stepped barefoot on the cool fine sand of the path, on the wet grass, and on the stone slabs that were cold in the shade or heated by the sun; Otherwise, she will walk into a stream near the forest and touch water, soil and sunshine with her feet, legs and knees. Lying in the shade of cypress, she looked at the hand shining in the sun and absently kissed the satin skin on the delicate and plump arm; She made crowns, necklaces and skirts from vines and oak leaves, which were decorated with blue thistles, red hibiscus flowers and green cedar branches. She pretended to be a savage little princess. Then she danced around the small fountain alone, stretched out her arms and spun around desperately until she was dizzy, then fell on the grass, put her face into the grass and laughed hysterically and inexplicably.
This is how the two children spend their days, only a few steps away, but they each mind their own business-unless Amdo Nader wants to play a trick on his brother when he walks by, grab a pine needle and throw it on his nose, or shake his tree, threaten him to throw him down, or suddenly jump on him and scare him, shouting "Woo! Oh! ……"
Sometimes she is desperately naughty to him, coaxing him to say that his mother is calling him and asking him to climb down from the tree. When he came down, she stepped forward and took his place, refusing to leave. So Olivier kept talking and said that he would sue her. But Amdo Nader will never stay in the tree forever: she can't even be quiet for two minutes. Climbing up the tree has made Olivier laugh enough. When she saw that he was about to cry, she climbed down, threw herself on him, shook his body with a smile, called him a "little fool", threw him to the ground and wiped his nose with a grass. He struggled, but he was no match for her, so he lay on the ground, motionless as a golden bug, and his thin arm was pressed on the grass by Amdo Nader's strong hand. He pretended to be a poor and obedient expression. At this moment, Amdo Nader couldn't help laughing when he was defeated and gave up. Suddenly, he hugged him and gave up. -but when he left, he still had to say goodbye with a handful of grass in his mouth, which he hated. He had to vomit, wipe his mouth and get angry, but she ran away with a smile.
She always smiles, even when she falls asleep at night. Olivier is awake in the next room, making up stories, and often hears her giggling and talking intermittently in the silent night, and is startled. Outside, the wind rustled the trees and an owl was crying. In the distance, on a farm deep in the Woods, dogs are barking. In the dark night, Olivier saw the dark cypress branches swaying like ghosts in front of the window. At that time, Amdo Nader's laughter relieved him.
These two children are very religious, especially Olivier. They were frightened by their father's blatant opposition to the church; But he released them; In his bones, like most unbelieving bourgeois, he feels that it is not bad to have a family to believe for him: some allies in the enemy are always good; We are not sure about the future. Moreover, although he is not religious, he still believes in God, and he is ready to invite a priest when necessary, just like his father: it is not necessarily harmful, even if it is useless; A person doesn't have to take out fire insurance because he believes there will be a fire at home.
Olivier is a little mysterious. Sometimes he feels like he doesn't exist. Gentle and credulous, he needs someone to lean on. On weekdays, when he repented, he experienced a painful pleasure and entrusted himself to an invisible friend, feeling very comfortable. He always hugs you with open arms, so you can speak freely. He knows everything and forgives everything. After bathing in this humble and loving air, my soul has been purified and rested. Olivier felt that faith was so natural that he didn't understand how others could doubt it. He believes that this is either because of people's malice or because God deliberately punishes them. He prayed in secret for God's mercy to wake up his father. One day, Olivier went to a church in the country. He was relieved to see his father angry. In his mind, the journey of saints is mixed with children's stories. When he was a child, he thought both were correct. In fairy tales, Scott Buck with a broken lip, a talkative barber and Gasga with a hunchback are all familiar to him. When walking in the country, he often looks for the black woodpecker with the magical roots of treasure hunters in his mouth, and Canaan and the blessed land, after children's imagination, have become the places of Pilcher or Berry. On the top of a local round hill stood a small tree like a withered feather, which seemed to him like a hill where Abraham lit the torch. At the end of the wheat field, there was a pile of withered bushes. He thought it was a burning thorn of God, because it had been extinguished for a long time. Later, at the age when he no longer believed in myths, he still liked to intoxicated himself with the folk tales that embellished his self-confidence, thinking it was endless fun; Even if he is not really deceived by these legends, he is very willing to be deceived. So for a long time, he focused on the Saturday before Easter, hoping to see the clock flying out on Thursday and flying back from Rome with a small banner. Later, he finally realized that this was not true, but when he heard the church bell, he couldn't help looking up at the sky. Once, he seemed to see-although he knew it was impossible-a bell with a blue ribbon flying over the roof. (Volume VI)
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Romain Rolland
Romain rolland (1866- 1944), a famous French writer of critical realism, a music historian and a social activist, is the author of ten novels, such as Christopher john cleese and The Biography of the Giant, which won Nobel Prize in Literature191.
Romain rolland was born on18665438+1October 29th. His father is a notary and a respected gentleman in the city. Mother is pious and dignified. Since the early death of one of her youngest daughters, she has been shrouded in faint sadness and devoted all her thoughts to taking care of her weak son and his other sister. What romain rolland got from his father was the spirit and belief of soldiers since the French Revolution, while his mother brought him the spirit of exploration and artistic sensibility from Bohr Royal Monastery-music, mystery and sensitivity; They are both opposite and complementary.
Romain rolland's childhood was shrouded in the shadow of the failure of the Franco-Prussian War in 1870. When he was a teenager, he was admitted to a higher normal school. Here, his talent in humanities and his love for music were expressed, and he began to dream of a story of a simple artist's heartbreak for the world-the prototype of john cleese Dover.
After that, he won a scholarship from a higher normal school and studied in Rome for two years, where he was responsible for sorting out documents and exploring history in the catalogue of ancient books. In the past two years, what Roland felt most was friendship, which came from 70-year-old Ms. Mavidad von Meisenbro. They have the same idealism, but the difference is that the old lady's thoughts are tried and tested and pure, while the young people's thoughts are fierce and fanatical; From this contact, romain rolland gained the most important knowledge in his two-year study tour.
After his trip to Italy, Roman Roland first taught music history in higher normal schools, and 1903 taught at the University of Paris. In his rigorous academic life and writing, he found a comfort.
19 12, romain rolland resigned and retired. In order to improve her health, Roland has spent many years in Switzerland. He was in Switzerland when World War I broke out in the summer. The war divided his writing, friendship and influence. To his compatriots, he was a coward and abandoned his motherland when it was most needed. However, despite these attacks, Roland stayed in Switzerland and did his work in line with internationalism.
Romain rolland returned to Paris with her mother when she was seriously ill in 19 19. After her mother died, Roland returned to Switzerland and lived there with her father and sister from 1922 to 1938. During this period, he became interested in socialism and eastern religions. After that, Roland went to a French town near his hometown, where he continued to write. After that, he was placed under house arrest for anti-Nazi activities. 1944 died at home on February 30.
Romain rolland's literary career developed gradually in the contradiction of his personality. The Gaul spirit he absorbed from his father and the artistic sensibility he gained from his mother made him have the following strange characteristics that are often described: a religious socialist, an anti-theocratic mystic, a revolutionary idealist and a non-dogmatic Christian. In a century full of fierce international competition, he is also an international collaborator. Roland loves France, but he refuses to admit that a country can become a rational and necessary unity. In this way, he seems to have a series of dichotomies, which are constantly shown in his novels and essays.