After a while, Sophia stopped paying attention to their quarrel and mended a lady's vest. She must concentrate on the repair. She felt very tired and sore all over. It's another tough day. Yesterday was the same, and the day before yesterday was the same. Every day was very hard. She is no longer young. She was over 50 two years ago, and every day has been difficult since she can remember. When she was a little girl in the country,
She put down her sewing, looked up, moved her head from side to side and blinked. She began to see lights and colorful spots flying in front of her eyes; This kind of thing often happens to her now. A bright yellow bug is crawling towards the right corner of her field of vision; Although it always moves up and up, it is always in the same place. There are red and green stars flashing around the worm, bright and dim. They moved between her and her sewing; They are continuing her work; Madame wants her vest very much tomorrow morning. But it's hard to see around the bugs.
She stopped sewing, raised her head, moved her stiff neck, blinked her swollen eyes and felt the golden light flying around her eyes. This has often happened recently. A yellow bug is crawling in her field of vision. There are shining red and green stars around these bugs. They moved back and forth before she sewed clothes, but when she closed her eyes, they still existed. After a while, she continued sewing. My wife will wear a long-sleeved tight coat tomorrow morning, but yellow bugs are shaking in front of her eyes, which makes sewing on her hands very difficult.
There was a sudden loud noise at the other end of the corridor. A door opened; The words are clear and distinguishable.
"... my god," Mr. Wang gave a shrill and dangerous laugh. There was heavy footsteps in the corridor, and the umbrella frame rattled; Then the front door slammed shut.
Suddenly the quarrel at the end of another corridor became louder, the door opened and their quarrel became clear.
If you think I am the work of your slave, my friend, you are all wet. I do what I want.
"Me too," Mr. Wang gave a piercing and terrible laugh.
Waves of powerful footsteps passed by, drummed into the locker room, and then the front door slammed.
Sophie looked down at her work again. Oh, bugs, colorful stars, painful fatigue on her limbs! If a person can spend a whole day in bed-in a huge bed, soft, warm and comfortable, all day …
Sophia went on with her work. Oh, this bug, these colorful stars, is sore all over. It would be great if you could lie on the big bed all day, soft and warm all day.
The bell startled her. It always makes her jump, that angry wasp buzzer. She stood up, put her work on the table, smoothed her apron, put on her hat and walked into the corridor. The bell rang violently again. Madame is impatient.
The sound of the lady ringing the bell interrupted her meditation and made her jump. The angry voice is like a buzzer. She stood up, put down her work, unfolded her apron and tidied her hat. Then I went to the room at the end of the corridor. The bell rang again, and my wife was impatient.
"Finally, Sophie. I thought you would never come. "
"Sophia, you finally appeared. I thought you wouldn't come. "
Sophie said nothing; There is nothing to say. The lady is standing in front of the open wardrobe. There is a bundle of clothes hanging on her arm, and more clothes are piled on the bed.
Sophia didn't say anything, and there was nothing to say. The lady stood in front of the open wardrobe, with a bundle of clothes piled high on her arm and many clothes piled on the bed.
"A beautiful Rubens," her husband often called her when he was emotional. He likes these huge, brilliant and great women. There is no soft drain pipe for him. "Helen Vermont" is his nickname for her.
"What Rubens-like beauty" is what her husband often calls her when he looks at her affectionately. He likes tall, passionate women, that kind of slender, slim girl, Helene Fourmont, and she always calls her that, which is not to his taste.
"One day," the lady often tells her friends, "one day I really must go to the Louvre to see my portrait. It was written by Rubens. It's incredible that a person has lived in Paris all his life but has never seen the Louvre. Don't you think so? "
"One day," my wife often says to her friends, "one day, I really want to go to the Louvre to see my portrait and take Rubens with me. You know, it's exciting. Some people have lived in Paris all their lives, but have never been to the Louvre. You think so too. "
She's great tonight. Her cheeks were red; Her blue eyes sparkled with unusual light between her long eyelashes, and her short reddish-brown hair was messy.
Tonight, she is in excellent condition, her cheeks are red, her blue eyes are shining with the brilliance of different party building after a long-lost quarrel, and her short reddish-brown hair is messy and loose.
"Tomorrow, Sophie," she said dramatically, "we are leaving for Rome. Tomorrow morning. " As she spoke, she took out another dress from the closet and threw it on the bed. With this action, her dressing gown opened, and gorgeous underwear and white and full skin appeared. "We must pack it at once."
"How long, madam?"
"Two weeks, three months, how should I know?"
"This is very important, madam."
"It is important to leave. I won't go back to this house and say anything to me tonight until I humbly ask. "
She said dramatically, "Sophia, tomorrow we will go to Rome, tomorrow morning." She unbuckled another skirt from the closet and threw it on the bed. With her movements, her pajamas floated away. That is an exposed underwear with a lot of lace. "We must pack it at once."
"How long will it take, madam?"
"Two weeks, three months. -How do I know how long it will last? "
"Not the same, madam."
The important thing is to leave. After what he said to me tonight, I will never come back to this house again unless he humbly asks me.
"So, we'd better take this big box, madam. I'll get it. "
Then, we'd better get a big box, madam. I'll get it.
The air in the box is full of dust and leather, which is disgusting. The big box was stuffed in a far corner. She had to bend down and pull it out hard. Insects and colorful stars twinkled before her eyes; She felt dizzy when she straightened up. "Let me help you pack, Sophie," said the proprietress, when the servant came back with a heavy box. The servant came back, dragging a heavy box behind her. How haggard the old woman looks now! She hates old and ugly people coming near her. But Sophie is so efficient; It is foolish to get rid of her.
The storeroom where boxes and other sundries are stored smells of dust and leather. A big suitcase was mixed in the far corner. She bent down and tried to pull it out. Insects and colorful stars appeared in front of her and she felt dizzy when she straightened up. When she came back with a heavy box, "Sophia, let me help you pack", the lady said. Today, the old woman looks like a skull. She doesn't like old and ugly people around her, but Sophia is very efficient, so it's foolish to fire her.
"Madam, don't bother." Sophie knew that if Madame started to open drawers and throw things around, it would be endless. "Madam had better go to bed. It's very late. "
"Madam, don't bother", there will be no end. Sophia knew that if Madame started to open drawers and throw things, "Madame had better go to bed, it's very late",
No, no. She won't sleep. She is so weak. These people ... How mean! One is not their slave. People will not be treated like this.
No, no, she can't sleep. She is exhausted. These men don't treat people like people at all. Nobody is their slave. They can't treat them like this.
Sophie is packing. I lay in bed all day, on a big soft bed, just like my wife's bed. A person will doze off, a person will wake up for a while and a person will doze off again.
What a pleasant thing it is for Sophia to lie in a comfortable big bed with a bag on her back all day, sleeping, waking and sleeping for a while.
"His latest game," said the lady angrily, "is to tell me that he has no money. He said, I won't buy any clothes. That's weird. I can't walk around naked, can I? " She stretched out her hands. "As for saying that he can't afford it, it's sheer nonsense. He can totally. It's just that he's mean, mean, very mean If he just does a little honest work and changes, instead of writing stupid poems and publishing his own expenses, he, I want to know? "You must be proud of having a poet husband," he said. "Her voice is trembling like an old man. "The only thing I can do is not to laugh in front of him. What a beautiful poem Hegesippe wrote for you! What passion, what fire! Thinking of the old man, she made a face, shook her head, shook her fingers and hobbled along. When one reflects that poor Hegesippe is bald, dye his remaining hairs. "She smiled." As for the passion he talked about in his disgusting poem, "she said with a smile," it was a pure invention. But, my good Sophie, what are you thinking? Why are you wearing that ugly old green skirt? "
"This is his last trick," the lady said angrily. "Tell me he didn't make much money. I can't buy any clothes. That's ridiculous. I can't get dressed, can I? " She spread out her hands and said, "Just like he said he couldn't afford it. This is sheer nonsense. He is fully capable. This is just his idea, his idea, a terrible idea. If he is afraid of serious work and makes a slight change, he will write those ridiculous essays instead of him and publish them at his own expense. " She walked up and down the room. "Besides," she continued, "he has an old man. You must be proud to have a poem that belongs to your husband, he said. Her voice trembled like an old man. It makes me look down on him. How beautiful and passionate these poems about you are! At the thought of the old man, she began to make faces, shake her head, shake her fingers and shake her legs. " When poor Hogyes was bald, there were only a few hairs left. "She smiled." When he talked passionately about those terrible poems, "she continued to laugh." These are all pure ideas, but my good Sophia, what are you thinking? Why did you pack this ugly green skirt? "
Sophie took out her skirt without saying anything. Why did this woman choose to look so ill this evening? She has a yellow face and blue teeth. Madame shuddered; It's terrible. She should send her to bed. But, after all, the work must be completed. What can people do about it? She felt an unprecedented grievance.
Sophia took out her skirt without saying a word. Why does this woman look very ill tonight? Her sallow face and blue teeth made his wife tremble. What a shame. She should let her rest. But after all, this work must be completed. What should she do? She felt more annoyed than ever.
"How terrible life is!" She sighed and sat heavily on the bed. Before they went to bed, the happy atmosphere made her feel comfortable once or twice. "If I marry such a man, I will soon become old, fat and dishonest, but look at how he treats me." She stood up again and walked aimlessly around the room. "I don't want to take it anymore." She exploded. No one will believe it. Look, she is a person in her thirties. Behind her beautiful figure in the mirror, there is a thin, incredible old monster with a sallow face and blue teeth, who is bending over to tidy up the box. It's really annoying Sophia is like a beggar standing beside a roadside sewer on a cold morning. Why not go there quickly and try not to see them? Or stop, open your wallet, give them a coin and nickel, or even a little more, and give them a two-franc ticket. If you haven't changed, you've done it anyway, and you've always felt uncomfortable. You always feel sorry for wearing a fur coat. This is what walking brings. If you have a car, it means another Hegesippe. If you don't look, you don't have to pay attention to people sitting behind closed windows.
"I don't want to stand it," she said, trying not to think about those female beggars with sallow faces and blue teeth.
"I don't want to stand it," she sat down in the chair with a bang.
But the thought of a lover with sallow and emaciated face and uneven teeth makes her close her eyes and tremble, which is enough to make people sick. Her feelings forced her to turn in another direction. Sophia's eyes are light green and lifeless. What did this man do? A woman's face is full of blame and accusation; Besides, her eyes made her feel pitiful and disgusting. She had never felt so weak.
Sophie stood up slowly on her knees with a painful expression on her face. She walked slowly to the drawer, slowly counted six socks, and then turned to the big box. This woman is like a walking corpse.
"Life is terrible," the lady repeated from the bottom of her heart. "It's terrible, it's terrible." She should put this woman to bed, but she doesn't want to clean it herself, and when she leaves tomorrow morning, this box is very important. She told Hegesippe that she was leaving, but he just smiled. He doesn't believe it. She must teach him a lesson this time. In Rome, she went to see Luigi Gino, a charming boy, a marquis, maybe-but she didn't remember anything except Sophia's face.
"Sophia", she said suddenly, it was difficult to control her scream. "Look at my dresser, and you will see a rouge box. It's Doreen 24. Put a little on your cheek. There is a tube of lipstick in the right drawer. " Sophia closed her eyes, and when she stood up, her joints made a terrible click. Sophia went to the dresser and stood there, making a faint rustle. It seems a long time has passed before and after. What is life? God, what is life? The slow pace is back. She opened her eyes. Oh, much better, much better.
"Thank you, Sophia, now you don't look so tired," she said happily. "Now we must hurry." She ran energetically to the closet. "Merciful me," she cried, raising her hands. "You forgot to put my blue evening dress. Sophia, you are so stupid. " .