Original Short Stories

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Original Short Stories Guy de Maupassant

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  Whentheyreachedthebridge,theyturnedtotheright,andgotthefreshbreezefromtheriver,whichrolledalong,calmandmelancholy,borderedbytallpoplartrees,whilethestarslookedasiftheywerefloatingonthewaterandwere—movingwiththecurrent.Aslightwhitemistthatfloatedovertheoppositebanks,filledtheirlungswithasensationofcold,andCaravanstoppedsuddenly,forhewasstruckbythatsmellfromthewaterwhichbroughtbackoldmemoriestohismind.For,inhismind,hesuddenlysawhismotheragain,inPicardy,ashehadseenheryearsbefore,kneelinginfrontoftheirdoor,andwashingtheheapsoflinenathersideinthestreamthatranthroughtheirgarden.Healmostfanciedthathecouldhearthesoundofthewoodenpaddlewithwhichshebeatthelineninthecalmsilenceofthecountry,andhervoice,asshecalledouttohim:\"Alfred,bringmesomesoap.\"Andhesmelledthatodorofrunningwater,ofthemistrisingfromthewetground,thatmarshysmell,whichheshouldneverforget,andwhichcamebacktohimonthisveryeveningonwhichhismotherhaddied.

  Hestopped,seizedwithafeelingofdespair.Asuddenflashseemedtorevealtohimtheextentofhiscalamity,andthatbreathfromtheriverplungedhimintoanabyssofhopelessgrief.Hislifeseemedcutinhalf,hisyouthdisappeared,swallowedupbythatdeath.Alltheformerdayswereoveranddonewith,alltherecollectionsofhisyouthhadbeensweptaway;forthefuture,therewouldbenobodytotalktohimofwhathadhappenedindaysgoneby,ofthepeoplehehadknownofold,ofhisownpartofthecountry,andofhispastlife;thatwasapartofhisexistencewhichexistednolonger,andtherestmightaswellendnow.

  Andthenhesaw\"themother\"asshewaswhenyoung,wearingwell—worndresses,whichherememberedforsuchalongtimethattheyseemedinseparablefromher;herecollectedhermovements,thedifferenttonesofhervoice,herhabits,herpredilections,herfitsofanger,thewrinklesonherface,themovementsofherthinfingers,andallherwell—knownattitudes,whichshewouldneverhaveagain,andclutchingholdofthedoctor,hebegantomoanandweep.Histhinlegsbegantotremble,hiswholestoutbodywasshakenbyhissobs,allhecouldsaywas:

  \"Mymother,mypoormother,mypoormother!\"

  Buthiscompanion,whowasstilldrunk,andwhointendedtofinishtheeveningincertainplacesofbadreputethathefrequentedsecretly,madehimsitdownonthegrassbytheriverside,andlefthimalmostimmediately,underthepretextthathehadtoseeapatient.

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