Moonbeam
By: Guy de Maupassant Madame Julie Roubere awaiting the arrival of her sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who recently returned from a trip to the Land of Switzerland.
The whole family traveled Lottery since five weeks ago. Madame Henriette allowed her husband returned alone to his hometown in Calvados, because there are some business that must be completed, and spent several nights in Paris with her sister. The night passed. In the quiet stillness, Madame Roubere engrossed with a blank mind, occasionally raising his eyebrows every time I hear a voice.
Finally, a knock at his door, and her sister appeared in her thick jacket. And without any formal greeting, they lovingly embraced in a long time, releasing the last minute hug hug each other again.Then, they ask each other the news, family and thousands of other things, gossiping and interrupting each other, while Madame Henriette was busy removing his jacket and hat.
The night is dark. Madame Roubere small lights, and shortly afterwards, he held up the lamp over to stare at her sister's face, then embraced him once again. However, how shocked he was when his beloved older brother's face. He stepped back and looked scared.
At the head of Madame Letore were two huge sheaf of white hair.The rest, it looks jet black hair and glittering on each side of its head are two silver sisiran along to the middle of clumps of black hair surrounding them. She's only 24 years old, and of course this change is really surprising since his departure to Switzerland him.
Without moving a muscle, staring at Madame Roubere amazement, the points tears dripping onto his cheeks. His mind raced, what disaster had happened to her sister.
He asked, "What happened to you, Henriette?" By smiled a sad smile on his face, a person's smile is a broken heart, Henriette replied, "No nothing. Oath. Whether you're considering this my white hair?"
But Madame Roubere trigger seized his shoulder, glared at him, and repeated the question again. "What happened to you? Let's say, what had happened. And if you lie, I would know about it."
They still looked at each other, and Madame Henriette, who looked as if about to faint, shed tears from both corners of his eyes. Her sister asked, "What happened to you? What happened? Come on answer me!"
With a broken voice, sobbing, Henriette replied, "I ... I have a lover." When a little calmer, when his heart is hard began to subside, he surrender his head into his brother's chest as if to let go of all her expenses, to drain all the suffering that has been suffocating chest.
With each other hand bergenggaman, two sisters walked to the sofa in a dark corner. They drowned in the compassion, the younger brother hugging his sister tightly to close down and listen.
"Oh! I know this sentence does not make sense, I can not even understand myself, and since then I feel has become a lunatic. Be careful, my brother, be careful with yourself! If only you knew how weak we are, how quickly we give up and fall. Just one moment of tenderness alone, a period that menerpamu melancholy among the thousands of longing for the open hand, to love, like something, then you too will easily fall.
You know my husband, and you know how much I love him, but he's a mature and rational man, and unable to understand the vibration of a woman's gentle heart. He's always the same, always good, always smiling, always friendly, always perfect. Oh! How sometimes I wish for him to hug me in his arms and gave me a sweet kiss gently and slowly. How I wished for him to be a foolish man, even weak, so that he feels need me, need caresses and tears.
All this seems geeky, but we, the women, was destined that way.What can you do? But, it never occurred to me to leave my husband. Now going on, without love, without reason, without anything, simply because the moon has menyinariku a night on the edge of Lake Lucerne that.
During one month, when we travel together, my husband, with his still indifferent, has crippled my spirit, put out a sense of puitisku.When we walk down the mountain at sunrise, when the two horses bersenda-joke each other, in the dim mists, we see the valleys, forests, rivers and countryside, I clapped loudly and said to him: 'How wonderful, O my husband! Give me a kiss! Kiss me! "He only replied, with a cold smile: 'There is no reason for us to kiss each other just because you like the sight of this."
And the sentence that has frozen my heart. I think when two people love each other, they should increasingly touched by the beautiful sights. I froze with my poetry. I like that doused the stove or bottle tightly sealed.
One night (we stayed four nights in a hotel in Fluelen), a headache, Robert went to bed immediately after dinner, and I walked alone down the street at the edge of the lake.
That night passed like fairy tales before bed. Full moon suddenly appeared over the sky high mountains, with snow-white tinge, such as wearing a silver crown; lake water gurgling with tiny ripples that gleamed. The air was soft, with a warmth that came over to like going to faint. I was so kepayang for no reason whatsoever. But, how sensitive, how bergolaknya heart then! My heart was beating hard and my emotions stronger.
I sat on the grass, staring at a vast lake, melancholy and that stunning, as if there is a strange feeling came over, I summarized in the thirst for love that is not terlegakan, a rebellion against the stupidity of my life. What! Do not be destiny for me to be able to walk with a man I love, hugging each other with their hands and mouth kissing each other, on the edge of the lake like this? Could not kiss my lips it tasted delicious and intoxicating at night that has been created by God to be enjoyed? Is this my fate not to take in the beauty of love in the moonlight shadows in the night this summer?
Then burst into tears like a crazy woman. I heard something moving behind me. And a man stood there, staring at me sharply.When kupalingkan head, he recognized me and said, 'You're crying, lady? "
He was the youth who was traveling with his mother, and we often meet. Her eyes often stalking. I was so confused and do not know what to say. I said just that I'm sick.
He walked by me with a polite and gentle manner, and then started talking to me about our trip. Everything that I felt he had to translate into words. Anything that makes me excited to he understood perfectly, better than myself. And suddenly he was quoting lines of poetry-Alfred de Musset lines. My throat was stuck, I was fascinated by an overwhelming emotion. Visible all around me, mountains, lakes and moonlight was singing to me.
Then it happened. I do not know. I do not know why, sort of a hallucination. I do not see him again, until one morning he must continue his journey again. He gave me a card! "
Then, as he fell into the arms of his sister, Madame Lottery sobbing, almost like a child. Madame Roubere, with a serious face, said softly, "Listen, my brother, it is often not a real man we love, but love itself. And Light bulanlah who became lovers that night of your life.
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