Our Children: Scenes from the Country and the Town E-Book

Anatole France

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Anatole France'Äôs "Our Children: Scenes from the Country and the Town" is a poignant exploration of childhood innocence and the complexities of adult life, rendered in his characteristically lyrical prose. The narrative juxtaposes the idyllic simplicities of rural existence with the bustling realities of urbanity, creating a tapestry that reflects the class dynamics and social changes of late 19th-century France. Through vivid descriptions and subtle irony, France paints a world where the transition from the pastoral to the metropolitan mirrors the loss of innocence, delving into themes of nostalgia, familial bonds, and societal expectations. France, a Nobel Prize laureate and a leading figure in French literature, was deeply influenced by his own tumultuous childhood experiences and the socio-political upheavals of his time. His keen observations of society, coupled with his rich background in classical literature and philosophy, inform the dialogues and characterizations within the book. France's own struggles with the conventions of society often seep through his works, allowing readers to witness both the beauty and the tragedy of growing up amidst contrasting environments. Readers who appreciate rich, introspective narratives intertwined with social commentary will find "Our Children" an indispensable addition to their literary repertoire. France's delicate yet unflinching examination of childhood and its implications invites readers to reflect on their own experiences of innocence and maturity, making it a timeless exploration of human experience.

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Anatole France

Our Children: Scenes from the Country and the Town

Published by Good Press, 2022

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OUR CHILDREN

FANNY I

II

III

IV

THE FANCY DRESS PARTY

THE SCHOOL

MARY

PAN PIPES

ROGER’S STABLE

COURAGE

CATHERINE’S DAY

THE LITTLE SEA DOGS

OUR CHILDREN

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FANNYI

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Fanny started off early one morning, like little Red Riding Hood, to visit her grandmother, who lives quite at the other end of the village. But Fanny did not stop like Red Riding Hood to pick hazel nuts. She went straight on her way, and did not see any wolf.

Even when quite a long way off, she could see her grandmother seated on her stone doorstep, the dear grandmother who smiled with her toothless mouth and opened her old arms thin as grape vines to welcome her little granddaughter. Fanny’s heart was filled with delight at the prospect of spending a whole day at her grandmother’s. And her grandmother, having no longer any cares or tasks, but living like a cricket near the fire, is happy too to see the little daughter of her son, a sweet reminder of her youth.

They have many things to say to each other, for one of them is at the end of life’s voyage and the other is just setting out upon it.

“You grow bigger every day, Fanny,” says her grandmother, “and I am getting littler. Just look! I need hardly stoop to press my lips to your forehead. What difference does it make how old I am when I still have youth’s roses in your cheeks, Little Fanny.”

But Fanny is exploring for the hundredth time, with new joy, all the curious things in the little house—the paper flowers blooming beneath the glass globe, the old paintings of French generals in fine uniforms overthrowing their enemies, the gold cups, some with handles and some without, and grandfather’s old gun which hangs on the chimney breast on a nail from which grandfather himself fastened it—for the last time, thirty years ago.

TREES AND GRASS AND FLOWERS AND LITTLE BIRDS THERE WERE IN GRANDMOTHER’S YARD. FANNY DID NOT BELIEVE THERE WAS A PRETTIER YARD THAN THIS IN ALL THE WORLD. SHE TAKES HER KNIFE FROM HER POCKET PROMPTLY, AND CUTS HER BREAD AS THE VILLAGE PEOPLE DO.

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But the hours pass and the first thing one knows it’s time to get ready for the noonday dinner. Grandmother stirs up the wood fire that has been slumbering quietly, and then she breaks some eggs in the black tiled hearth, while Fanny watches with great interest the omelette and bacon that turns gold and sings in the flame. Grandmother knows better than any one how to make ham omelettes and tell stories. Fanny, seated on the little stove, her cheek no higher than the table, eats the steaming omelette and drinks sparkling cider. Grandmother, however, as her habit is, eats standing near the corner of the hearth. She holds her knife in her right hand, and in the other her snack spread on a crust of bread. When they have finished, both of them, Fanny says:

“Grandmother, tell me the story of the blue bird.”

And grandmother tells her story of the blue bird, how a wicked fairy changed a beautiful young prince into a bird the color of the deep sky, and of the great sorrow the princess felt when she saw the change and beheld her lover flying all ruddy and dripping toward the window of the tower in which she was shut up.

Fanny is very thoughtful when she hears this story.

“Was it a long, long time ago, Grandmother, that the blue bird flew toward the tower where the princess was shut up?”

Grandmother replies that it was all a good while ago, those things, in the days when animals could talk.

“Were you young then?” asks Fanny. “I wasn’t born yet,” says Grandmother. And Fanny says to her: “I suppose a great many things happened before you were born, didn’t they, Grandmother?”

When they are through with their little talk Grandmother gives Fanny an apple and some bread.

“Now run away, pet, and eat this in the yard.”

And Fanny goes out into the yard, where there are trees and grass and flowers and little birds.

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