What is love?

It's a magical addition: a miss plus a miss can become the moon of fifteen.

This is an unusual round of listening: even through Qianshan, you can hear each other's excited heartbeat.

It is a wonderful language: it can be tender as water, like a wave of smoke, or powerful and earth-shattering.

It is a solid lock: it locks the words of a close lover into a dream of memory.

This is a special letter: it is full of sweet kisses and sent with kisses.

Notre Dame de Paris, Volume IV, Chapter III.

It is difficult to describe the happiness he enjoyed in those days when the bells were playing with music. Whenever the vice bishop asked him to go and said "go", he climbed the spiral staircase of the clock tower and got down faster than others. Panting, he ran into the room where the clock was placed, stared at it thoughtfully and affectionately for a while, then spoke to it gently, patting it with his hand, just like a horse about to start a long-distance running. He expressed sympathy for the hard work that the clock was about to start. After this comfort, he growled and told the rest of the clocks on the next floor to start action. They are all hanging on thick ropes. As soon as the winch rang, the huge round metal object slowly shook. "Wow!" He suddenly burst into a burst of crazy laughter and shouts, and the clock became more and more turbulent. When the clock swung bigger, quasimodo's eyes became bigger and brighter. Finally, the grand ensemble began, and the whole bell tower was shaking. Wooden frames, lead plates and stones all roared at the same time, from the wooden stakes at the bottom to the railings at the top of the tower. So quasimodo foaming at the mouth, walking up and down, shivering with the bell tower from head to toe. The clock is on. It's crazy. It shook its huge copper throat at the left and right corridors of the clock tower, making a stormy sound that could be heard four miles away. Quasimodo squatted down in front of his open throat, stood up and the clock swung back and forth. He sucked its amazing breath, looked for a while at the depth below 200 elevation, and then at the huge copper tongue that sounded in his ear every minute. The clock fever suddenly infected him, and his eyes became strange, like a spider waiting for insects. When the pendulum came back, he jumped up and hung it up, so he hung high in the air, desperately swinging with the clock, grabbed the two ears of the air monster, put it on his knees and stepped on it with his feet, and made the clock swing twice as fast with his own weight. At this moment, the bell tower shook, and he growled and gnashed his teeth. His hair stood on end, his chest sounded like a bellows, and his eyes sparkled. The strange clock screamed under him, so it was neither Notre Dame nor quasimodo, but turned into a dream, a whirlwind, a rainstorm, and a faint noise.

He imagined that she might come back again. A kind angel must have brought her back. This small room is so quiet, so stable, so lovely, it can't be without her. For fear of disillusionment, he dared not go any further. He said to himself, "Yes, she may still be sleeping or praying." Don't disturb her. "

The excerpts here include three scenes (Grabe Square, execution ground and church tower), four main characters (gypsy girl Esme Halda, Esme Halda's mother, bell ringer quasimodo and assistant bishop Claude) and two fierce conflicts (Esme Halda and Claude, quasimodo and Claude). Both the good and the evil have fully demonstrated their respective natures. Although the evil forces can succeed for a while, they will eventually go to the fate of destruction, which reflects the author's karmic thought and ethical tendency.

When reading, pay attention to grasp the characters by describing their words and deeds, psychology and appearance, and make some comments. If you are not familiar with Notre Dame de Paris, you can read the introduction of the work first.

Volume 1 1

First of all, little shoes

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That poor gypsy [[Gypsy]] is now translated as "Gypsy". The girl shuddered when she saw herself alone with a stranger. She wanted to talk, to shout, to call Gan Guo Wa, but her tongue was nailed to her mouth and her lips could not make a sound. Suddenly, she felt a stranger put his hand on hers. This is a cold and powerful hand. Her teeth are shaking, and her face is paler than moonlight. Without saying a word, the man dragged her striding towards the gray square. At that moment, she vaguely felt that fate was an irresistible force. She has no strength. She let others drag her. He walked and she ran behind. The pier near here is rising, but she feels as if she is going downhill.

She looked around. Without a pedestrian, the dock is completely desolate. She can't hear a sound. There is no sound except the hot and chaotic city. She is separated from the city by the Salem River. Her name and the voice calling for her death came from there, and the rest of Paris spread around her like many shadows.

At this time, the stranger still dragged her with the same silence and speed, and she couldn't remember where she was walking in her mind. When she passed a lighted window, she struggled and suddenly shouted, "Help!" "

The ordinary citizen living in that window opened the window, appeared in the window with a shirt and a lamp in his hand, looked at the dock hesitantly, said a few words-she didn't hear-and still put down the curtain. This is the last glimmer of hope. The light went out.

The man in black still didn't say a word. He held her tighter and began to speed up his steps. She stopped resisting and followed him in dismay.

From time to time, she concentrated a little effort and asked in a voice interrupted by rough roads and asthma, "Who are you?" Who are you? "He didn't answer.

In this way, they walked along the dock and came to a fairly large square with a little moonlight, which is a gray square. You can see a black cross or something standing in the middle of the square. That's the gallows. She recognized all this and knew where she was.

The man stopped, turned to her and uncovered his turban-"Ah," she giggled in shock, "I knew it was him again!"

He is a priest. He looks more like his ghost. That's because of the moonlight, in which everything looks like a ghost.

"Listen," he said to her, and she trembled because she hadn't heard such a gloomy tone for a long time. The man continued. He was deeply shocked inside. He panted, "Listen, here we are. I want to talk to you, this is Grebe, this is the end, so put us together. I want to decide your life and death, and you, you want to decide my soul. It's just a square. It's late at night, and you can't see anything here. Listen to me. I want to tell you ... first of all, don't tell me about your Fabi (so he walks around like an impatient person, he pulls her to the front) and don't tell me about him. Do you know that?/You know what? If you say that name, I don't know what I will do, but I will definitely do terrible things. "

With these words, he stood up again like a body that found its center of gravity. But his words did not quell his slight excitement. His voice is getting lower and lower.

"Don't go back like this. Listen to me, this is a serious matter. First of all, I want to tell you what happened. I swear to you, it's not funny. -What am I saying? Tell me about it. Congress has ordered your death. I just saved you from them. But they're still chasing you there. Look. "

He pointed to the downtown area, where the search work continued. The shouts are getting closer and closer. The tower of the Lieutenant's house opposite Grabe was full of sound and fire, and some soldiers could be seen running on the other side, holding torches and shouting, "Gypsy woman! Where are the gypsy girls? Execute her! Execute her! "

"You see, they are after you, you know I'm not lying. As for me, I love you-don't speak. If you want to say that you hate me, you'd better not say it. I decided not to listen to such words any more. -I just saved your life. Let me finish first. I can still save you completely. I'm all set. See if you want to. I can do it if you like. "

He stopped grumpily again and said, "No, it's not like that."

So he started running again and told her to follow, because he never let her go; He went to the right of the gallows and showed her with his finger: "You can choose between it and me." He said coldly.

She broke free from his hand and knelt under the gallows, holding the gloomy pillar. Then she turned her beautiful head and looked at the priest from her shoulder. She really looks like a virgin kneeling under the cross. The priest still stood still, his fingers still pointed to the podium, and he kept his original posture, just like a statue.

Finally, the gypsy girl said to him, "It doesn't scare me as much as you do."

So he slowly lowered his arm and looked at the ground affectionately: "If these stones can talk, where are they?" They will definitely say that I am an unfortunate person. "

He spoke again. The girl knelt in front of the wringing table with long hair on her face and tried not to interrupt him. His voice is painful and gentle now, which is a bitter contrast with his disdainful face.

"For me, I love you. Ah, it's true, my heart is burning like a fire, but nothing is exposed outside! Alas! Girl, night or day, yes, night or day, isn't it worthy of pity? This is a love that occupies me day and night. I'm telling you, it's torture. Ah! I'm so sad, my poor child! I assure you, it's a pity. Look at me talking to you gently. I wish you weren't so afraid of me. It is not his fault that a man loves a woman after all! Ah! Oh, my God! What, you'll never forgive me? You still hate me! That's it! That's why I became bad. You see, even I am afraid! You didn't even look at me! When I talk to you, shivering on the last edge of us, you may be familiar with cysticercosis? Don't mention that officer to me under any circumstances! -Why? I want to kneel down to you, why! I want to kiss the dirt under your feet-not your feet, because you don't want to-why, I want to cry like a child, I want to take it out of my chest-not words, but my heart and heart, in order to tell you that I love you-everything is useless, nothing! At the same time, there is only sympathy and gentleness in your soul. You are the most beautiful and warm light, and you are a noble, kind, compassionate and lovely whole. Alas, you are so indifferent to me alone! Ah! What kind of fate! "

He covered his face with his hand. The girl heard him cry. This is the first time he has cried. He stood and cried all over, which was worse than kneeling. He cried like this for a long time.

"Oh dear!" He cried for a while and then said, "I can't find anything to say." I didn't say what I said to you until I thought it over. Now I'm shaking. I hesitate when it's time to make a decision. I think something unusual is hanging over us, and I stutter. Ah! If you don't feel sorry for yourself, I will fall to the ground. Don't punish virtue! How can I let myself down! I am a doctor but I insult science. I am a gentleman, but I ruined my reputation; I am a priest, but I use the mass book as a pillow for lust. I spit on God! This is all for you, Fox! In order to be more worthy of walking into your hell! But you don't want me to be a sinner! Ah, let me tell you everything! There are other things, there are many terrible things, oh, there are even more terrible things ... "

When he said the last sentence, his expression became completely irrational. He paused for a moment, then snapped as if to himself, "Cain, the eldest son of Adam and Eve, killed his brother Abel out of jealousy. Oh, how do you treat your brother? "

There was another silence, and then he said, "God, what have I done to him? I have protected him, I have raised him, I have taught him to be an adult, I have loved him, I have worshipped him, and I have killed him! Yes, God, I just broke his head in front of me on your rock. That's because of me, because of this woman, because of her ... "

His eyes went crazy. His voice trailed off, mechanically repeating, "It's all because of her ... It's because of her ..." Several times, just like the last vibration of the bell. Then his tongue could no longer make any sound, but his lips were still stuck up. Suddenly, he fell down as if something had collapsed, kneeling motionless and burying his head between his knees.

The girl gently withdrew the foot that was placed under the priest's leg. He slowly touched his sunken cheek with his hand and looked at his wet fingers for a while. "Why!" He murmured, "I cried!"

He suddenly turned to the gypsy girl, with indescribable pain on his face:

"alas! You are watching me cry coldly! Son, do you know that these tears are all lava from the volcano? So is this true? -people have no feelings for people they hate. You will laugh at my death. Ah! I don't want to watch you die! In a word, just forgive! Don't tell me you love, just say you love, that's enough, I can save you! Otherwise ... aah! It's too late, I beg you in all the sacred names, don't wait until I turn to stone like that deadly gallows! It's terrible to think that I control the fate of both of us, that I'm crazy, that I can make everything calm, that there is a bottomless abyss below us, unfortunate child, that I will follow you forever if you fall! A kind word! Say something! Just one sentence! "

She opened her mouth to answer him. He knelt in front of her so that he could listen to what she said devoutly-he thought maybe he would sympathize with him. But she said to him, "You are a murderer!" " "

The priest crazed her in his arms and smiled fearfully. "Well, yes, I am the murderer!" He said, "I want you. If you don't want to treat me as your slave, you must treat me as your master. I want to catch you! I have a cave, and I will drag you there. If you want to follow me, you must follow me, otherwise, I will hand you over! Beautiful child, you either die or belong to me! Belongs to the priest! Belongs to an apostate! Belongs to a murderer! Starting tonight, you hear me? Come on, be happy! Come on, kiss me! Stupid people! You have to choose: the grave or my bed! "

His eyes sparkled with desire and rudeness. His lips caressed the girl's neck enthusiastically. She struggled in his arms. He kissed her face all over.

"Don't bite me, monster!" She shouted. "ah! Terrible unclean demon monk! Let me go! I'll tear your damn gray hair off and throw it in your face! "

His face turned red and white, and then he let her go and looked at her gloomily. She thought she had won, and then said, "I tell you, I belong to my Fabi. It is Fabi who loves me and Fabi who is beautiful! You, reverend, you are old! You are so ugly! Fuck you! "

Like a branded sinner, he shouted loudly, "Then go to hell!" " "He snapped. She saw his fierce eyes and tried to escape. He grabbed her, he shook her, he threw her on the ground, grabbed her two beautiful arms and dragged on the stone road, and quickly walked to the corner of the Dutch tower.

When he got there, he turned to her and said, "For the last time: Will you belong to me?"

She replied forcefully, "No."

So he shouted, "Jude! Jude! Here comes the gypsy woman! Come and take revenge! "

The girl felt her arm suddenly caught. When she looked at it, it turned out that a fleshless arm was sticking out of the window on the wall and caught her like an iron hand.

"Get her!" The priest said, "This is the gypsy woman who ran away. Don't let her go. I'll call the police and you'll see her hanged. "

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The executioner went into the hut with the gendarmerie. The mother didn't resist, but crawled to her daughter, regardless of her life. When the gypsy girl saw the military police approaching, she was scared to death again. "Mom!" She shouted in a voice of infinite sadness, "Mom! Here they come! Protect me! " Mother replied feebly, "Yes, dear, I protect you!" " "She held her daughter tightly in her arms and kissed her face all over. Both of them were on the ground, and the mother fell on her daughter, which formed a touching and pitiful scene.

Henry Gulan hugged the girl from under her beautiful shoulders. When she felt the hand, she said "er" and then passed out. The executioner dripped tears on her and tried to carry her out. He tried to pull his mother away. So Henry Gulan dragged the girl out of the hut, and her mother dragged her behind. Mother also closed her eyes tightly.

At this time, the sun rose, and there were already many people in the square, watching him dragging two women to the egg twisting table from a distance. Because this is the rule of the warden Tristram, he has a temper of forbidding the audience to get close.

There is nobody in those windows. Only at the top of Notre Dame in the distance, two dark figures appeared under the bright sky in the morning, as if watching.

Henry Gulan dragged the two men to the deadly gallows and stopped. The sight made him feel pity. He can hardly breathe. He put the rope around the girl's lovely neck, and the unfortunate girl felt the terrible contact of hemp rope. She opened her eyes and saw the bones of the stone gallows spread out over her head. She was startled and shouted in a heartbreaking voice, "No! Don't! I don't want it! " Mother's head was completely buried in her clothes and she couldn't say a word. People only saw her trembling all over, and only heard the sound of her desperately kissing the child. The executioner quickly tore her arms apart at this time. Maybe she was exhausted, maybe she was desperate, and she let the executioner do it So he carried the girl on his shoulder, and the lovely man bent in half and hung over his head. So he stepped on the ladder to get ready to rise.

Then the mother lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes. She stood up without saying a word, with a terrible expression on her face, and then jumped on the executioner like a wild animal and bit him. It was just a flash of lightning. The executioner screamed with pain. Everyone came running. Everyone struggled to pull his bleeding hand out of his mother's teeth. She didn't say anything. Everyone pushed her hard and saw her head hit the stone floor heavily. People helped her up and she fell down again. So she died.

The executioner still carried the girl up the ladder.

Second, La Creatura Bella Bianco Vesita [Italian, meaning beauty in white. ]-Dante

When quasimodo entered the small room, he saw that there was no one in it, and the gypsy girl was not there either. People took her away when he knew he was protecting her. He was shocked and painfully pulled his hair with both hands. Then he ran all over the church looking for his Bohemian girl, and strange cries broke out from every corner, scattering his red hair all over the floor. This is the time when the royal archers successfully entered Notre Dame to look for gypsy girls. Quasimodo helped them, poor deaf people, without any doubt of their malice; He thinks that the enemy of gypsy girls is vagrants. He personally led Tristram Rimet to every possible hiding place, and opened the secret door, the mezzanine of the altar and the inner hallows room for him. If the unfortunate girl is still there, it will be him who handed her over. When Tristram gets bored with nothing (he seldom gets bored), quasimodo does it alone. He searched the church twenty times, a hundred times, from east to west, from south to north, from top to bottom, climbed up, walked down, ran, shouted, shouted, searched, explored, put his head into every hole to have a look, and put a torch under every hole to take pictures, disappointed and crazy. A rooster who has lost a hen will not roar much more than him, nor will he look fierce than him. Finally, when he was sure-quite sure that she was no longer there, it was all over and she was taken away. He slowly climbed the stairs on the tower. On the day he rescued her from the church, he stepped on the stairs with enthusiasm and joy of victory. He passed by here again, with his head down, saying nothing, tears and even breathing. The church became desolate again and fell into silence again. The archer left it and went to the city to chase the witch. Quasimodo stayed alone in this huge church which was attacked so noisily a while ago. Under his protection, he went back to the small room where the gypsy girl slept for several weeks. As he approached there, he thought he might find her again. When he came to the corner of the corridor next to the church, he saw a small room under a big arch column and its small window, just like a bird's nest on a branch. The poor man's heart could not support any longer. He leaned against a post to avoid falling. He imagined that she might come back again. A kind angel must have brought her back. This small room is so quiet, so stable, so lovely, it can't be without her. For fear of disillusionment, he dared not go any further. He said to himself, "Yes, she may still be sleeping or praying." Don't disturb her. "

Finally, he got up the courage and tiptoed forward. He looked at it and went in. Empty! This small room is still empty. The poor deaf man walked slowly around the hut, lifted the bed and looked under it as if she could hide between the mattress and the floor, so he shook his head and froze. Suddenly, he stamped out the torch angrily. Without saying a word or sighing, he slammed his head against the wall and fainted on the ground.

He came to his senses, threw himself on the bed, rolled on it, and kissed the warm place where she slept madly. He stayed there motionless for a few minutes, as if he had stopped breathing, then stood up, his face covered with sweat, panting and unconscious, and his head hit the wall evenly like a bell, as if he were determined to break it. Finally, he fell down exhausted again; He walked out of the small room step by step with his knees and squatted across the door in disappointment. He stayed there motionless for more than an hour, staring at this desolate little room, which was more painful and dizzy than the eyes of a mother and her child sitting between an empty cradle and a coffin. He said nothing; After a long time, a terrible sob shook his whole body, but there were no tears, like silent lightning in summer.

It seems that when he thought about what accident took the gypsy girl away in his lonely imagination, he thought of the archdeacon. He remembered Dom Claude as the only one who had the key to the stairs on the tower. He remembered that the archbishop attacked the girl in the dark. Help him the first time and stop him the second time. He remembers thousands of details. There is no doubt that the archbishop robbed the gypsy girl. But his reverence for the priest, gratitude, admiration and love for this man have been deeply imprinted in his heart. Even at this moment, he is still resisting the claws of disappointment and jealousy.

He thinks the archdeacon did it, and he is full of anger and resentment towards others. At this time, he turned to Claude Frono together, making the poor deaf person more miserable.

When his mind was so absorbed in the priest, the pillars of the vault had turned white in the morning light, and he saw the highest floor of Notre Dame, where a man was walking at the corner of the railing outside the priest's room. This man is also coming towards him. He knows him. This is the archbishop. Claude walked with slow and heavy steps. When he walked, he didn't look forward. He walked towards the North Tower, but his face turned to one side and looked at the right bank of the Salem River, holding his head high, as if he wanted to see something from those roofs. Kites often have this skewed posture. It flies to one place, but its eyes look at another place. -So the priest passed quasimodo's upstairs floor and didn't see him.

The deaf man was stunned by this sudden appearance. He watched the priest enter the entrance of the North Tower. As readers all know, you can see the hotels in the city from this tower. Quasimodo stood up and followed the archbishop.

Because quasimodo wanted to know why the priest went to the tower, he climbed the stairs leading to the tower. Besides, the poor bell ringer doesn't know what he wants to do, what he quasimodo wants to say and what he is willing to do. He is full of anger and fear. The archdeacon and the gypsy girl clashed in his mind.

When he reached the top of the tower, he carefully looked at where the priest was before he stepped out of the shadow of the stairs and entered the platform. The priest is turning his back on him. There are open railings around the bell tower platform. The priest's eyes were fixed on the other side of the city, and his chest leaned against the railing facing Notre Dame Bridge.

Quasimodo walked behind him gently, trying to see what he was looking at so intently. The priest was so absorbed that he didn't hear the deaf coming towards him.

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..... There is something terrible in this motionless and silent attitude that makes the rude bell ringer afraid to bother him. Just follow the archbishop's line of sight-this is also a way to ask the archbishop-so the unfortunate deaf man's eyes also fell on the gray square.

He saw what the archdeacon was looking at. The ladder has been put on the permanent gallows. There are several civilians and many soldiers in that square. A man was dragging a white thing on the stone road, followed by a black thing. The man stopped under the gallows.

At this time, something happened there, and quasimodo didn't see it clearly. This is not because he can't see so far with one eye, but because many soldiers block his sight, so that he can't see all this. At this time, the sun has risen and the tide light fills the horizon. All the sharp weapons in Paris, the bell tower, the chimney and the triangular roof, were flushed red, as if they were on fire at the same time.

At this time, the man began to climb the escalator. He has a woman on his shoulder, a girl in white with a slipknot around her neck. Quasimodo knows her. That's her.

The man climbed to the top of the ladder in this way. He arranged the slipknot. The priest here wants to see more clearly and runs to the railing.

At this moment, the man suddenly kicked the ladder with his foot. Quasimodo hasn't breathed for a long time. He saw the unfortunate child rocking on the end of the rope, two yards away from the ground. The man put his foot on her shoulder. The rope turned several times, and quasimodo saw the gypsy girl twitching violently all over her body. On the other hand, the priest craned his neck, his eyes protruding outward, studying the terrible scene of the man and woman, the picture of the spider catching flies.

At the most frightening moment, I saw a devil's smile, a smile that humans no longer have, and it appeared on the priest's face. Quasimodo couldn't hear the laughter, but he saw a smile. The bell ringer stepped back a few steps behind the vice bishop, and suddenly came at him crazily, pushing Dom Claude's back with two big hands and pushing him into the deep open space below where he was leaning.

The priest shouted, "Damn it!" I fell down.