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Victor Hugo

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Kategoria: Powieści przygodowe i historyczne
Język: polski

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The historical novel of the famous and my beloved French writer, a fiery patriot of his homeland, a convinced democrat and great humanist. Hugo, in his novel, imbued with the spirit of freedom and humanity, shows the greatness of the revolutionary coup of the end of the 18th century, the fearlessness and heroism of the French revolutionary people, who staunchly defended their homeland from counter-revolutionary rebels and from foreign interventionists. Glorifying the courage of the French revolutionaries of the late 18th century, their patriotic devotion.

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Contents

PART I

AT SEA

BOOK I. THE FOREST OF LA SAUDRAIE.

BOOK II. THE CORVETTE "CLAYMORE."

I. ENGLAND AND FRANCE UNITED

II. NIGHT WITH THE SHIP AND THE PASSENGER

III. PATRICIAN AND PLEBEIAN UNITED

IV. TORMENTUM BELLI

V. VIS ET VIR

VI. THE TWO ENDS OF THE SCALE

VII. HE WHO SETS SAIL INVESTS IN A LOTTERY

VIII. 9 : 380

IX. SOME ONE ESCAPES

X. DOES HE ESCAPE?

BOOK III. HALMALO.

I. SPEECH IS WORD

II. A PEASANT'S MEMORY IS WORTH AS MUCH AS THE CAPTAIN'S SCIENCE

BOOK IV. TELLMARCH.

I. ON THE TOP OF THE DUNE

II. AURES HABET, ET NON AUDIET

III. THE USEFULNESS OF BIG LETTERS

IV. THE CAIMAND

V. WHEN HE AWOKE IT WAS DAYLIGHT

VI. THE VICISSITUDES OF CIVIL WAR

VII. NO MERCY! NO QUARTER!

PART II

AT PARIS

BOOK I. CIMOURDAIN.

I. THE STREETS OF PARIS AT THAT TIME

II. CIMOURDAIN

III. A CORNER NOT DIPPED INTO THE STYX

BOOK II. THE POT-HOUSE OP THE RUE DU PAON.

I. MINOS, ÆACUS, AND RHADAMANTHUS

II. MAGNA TESTANTUR VOCE PER UMBRAS

III. A QUIVERING OF THE INMOST FIBRES

BOOK III. THE CONVENTION.

I. THE CONVENTION

II. MARAT IN THE GREEN-ROOM

PART III

IN THE VENDÉE

BOOK I. THE VENDÉE.

I. THE FORESTS

II. MEN

III. CONNIVANCE OF MEN AND FORESTS

IV. THEIR LIFE UNDER GROUND

V. THEIR LIFE IN WARFARE

VI. THE SOUL OF THE EARTH PASSES INTO MAN

VII. THE VENDÉE HAS RUINED BRITTANY

BOOK II. THE THREE CHILDREN.

I. PLUS QUAM CIVILIA BELLA

II. DOL

III. SMALL ARMIES AND GREAT BATTLES

IV. A SECOND TIME

V. A DROP OF COLD WATER

VI. A HEALED BREAST, BUT A BLEEDING HEART

VII. THE TWO POLES OF TRUTH

VIII. DOLOROSA

IX. A PROVINCIAL BASTILE

X. THE HOSTAGES

XI. TERRIBLE AS THE ANTIQUE

XII. THE RESCUE PLANNED

XIII. WHAT THE MARQUIS IS DOING

XIV. WHAT THE IM’NUS IS DOING

BOOK III. THE MASSACRE OF SAINT BARTHOLOMEW.

I. THE MASSACRE OF SAINT BARTHOLOMEW

BOOK IV. THE MOTHER.

I. DEATH PASSES

II. DEATH SPEAKS

III. MUTTERINGS AMONG THE PEASANTS

IV. A MISTAKE

V. VOX IN DESERTO

VI. THE SITUATION

VII. PRELIMINARIES

VIII. THE SPEECH AND THE ROAR

IX. TITANS AGAINST GIANTS

X. RADOUB

XI. THE DESPERATE

XII. THE DELIVERER

XIII. THE EXECUTIONER

XIV. THE IM’NUS ALSO ESCAPES

XV. NEVER PUT A WATCH AND KEY IN THE SAME POCKET

BOOK V. IN DÆMONE DEUS.

I. FOUND, BUT LOST

II. FROM THE DOOR OF STONE TO THAT OF IRON

III. WHERE THE SLEEPING CHILDREN WAKE

BOOK VI. AFTER VICTORY, STRUGGLE BEGINS.

I. LANTENAC TAKEN

II. GAUVAIN MEDITATING

III. THE COMMANDER'S HOOD

BOOK VII. FEUDALITY AND REVOLUTION.

I. THE ANCESTOR

II. THE COURT-MARTIAL

III. THE VOTES

IV. AFTER CIMOURDAIN THE JUDGE, CIMOURDAIN THE MASTER

V. THE DUNGEON

VI. STILL THE SUN RISES

PART I

AT SEA

BOOK I

THE FOREST OF LA SAUDRAIE

During the last days of May, 1793, one of the Parisian battalions introduced into Brittany by Santerre was reconnoitring the formidable La Saudraie Woods in Astillé. Decimated by this cruel war, the battalion was reduced to about three hundred men. This was at the time when, after Argonne, Jemmapes, and Valmy, of the first battalion of Paris, which had numbered six hundred volunteers, only twenty-seven men remained, thirty-three of the second, and fifty-seven of the third,–a time of epic combats. The battalion sent from Paris into La Vendée numbered nine hundred and twelve men. Each regiment had three pieces of cannon. They had been quickly mustered. On the 25th of April, Gohier being Minister of Justice, and Bouchotte Minister of War, the section of Bon Conseil had offered to send volunteer battalions into La Vendée; the report was made by Lubin, a member of the Commune. On the 1st of May, Santerre was ready to send off twelve thousand men, thirty field-pieces, and one battalion of gunners. These battalions, notwithstanding they were so quickly formed, serve as models even at the present day, and regiments of the line are formed on the same plan; they altered the former proportion between the number of soldiers and that of non-commissioned officers.

On the 28th of April the Paris Commune had given to the volunteers of Santerre the following order: “No mercy, no quarter.” Of the twelve thousand that had left Paris, at the end of May eight thousand were dead. The battalion which was engaged in La Saudraie held itself on its guard. There was no hurrying: every man looked at once to right and to left, before him, behind him. Kléber has said: “The soldier has an eye in his back.” They had been marching a long time. What o’clock could it be? What time of the day was it? It would have been hard to say; for there is always a sort of dusk in these wild thickets, and it was never light in that wood. The forest of La Saudraie was a tragic one. It was in this coppice that from the month of November, 1792, civil war began its crimes; Mousqueton, the fierce cripple, had come forth from those fatal thickets; the number of murders that had been committed there made one’s hair stand on end. No spot was more terrible.

The soldiers forced cautiously. Everything was in full bloom; they were surrounded by a quivering wall of branches, whose leaves diffused a delicious freshness. Here and there sunbeams pierced, these green shades. At their feet the gladiolus, the German iris, the wild narcissus, the wood-daisy, that tiny flower, forerunner of the warm weather, the spring crocus,–all these embroidered and adorned a thick carpet of vegetation, abounding in every variety of moss, from the kind that looks like a caterpillar to that resembling a star.

The soldiers advanced silently, step by step, gently pushing aide the underbrush. The birds twittered above the bayonets.

La Saudraie was one of those thickets where formerly, in time of peace, they had pursued the Houicheba,–the the hunting of birds by night; now it was a place for hunting men.

The coppice consisted entirely of birch-trees, beeches, and oaks; the ground was level; the moss and the thick grass deadened the noise of footsteps; no paths at all, or paths no sooner found than lost; holly, wild sloe, brakes, hedges of rest-harrow, and tall brambles; it was impossible to see a man ten paces distant.

Now and then a heron or a moor-hen flew through the branches, showing the vicinity of a swamp. They marched along at haphazard, uneasy, and fearing lest they might find what they sought.

From time to time they encountered traces of encampments,–a burnt place, trampled grass, sticks arranged in the form of a cross, or branches spattered with blood. Here, soup had been made; there, Mass had been said; yonder, wounds had been dressed. But whoever had passed that way had vanished. Where were they? Far away, perhaps; and yet they might be very near, hiding, blunderbuss in hand. The wood seemed deserted. The battalion redoubled its precaution. Solitude, therefore distrust. No one was to be seen; all the more reason to fear some one. They had to do with a forest of ill-repute.

An ambush was probable.

Thirty grenadiers, detached as scouts and commanded by a sergeant, marched ahead, at a considerable distance from the main body. The vivandière of the battalion accompanied them. The vivandières like to join the vanguard; they run risks, but then they stand a chance of seeing something. Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine courage.

Suddenly the soldiers of this little advanced guard received that shock familiar to hunters, which shows them that they are close upon the lair of their prey. They heard something like breathing in the middle of the thicket, and it seemed as if they caught sight of some commotion among the leaves. The soldiers made signs to each other.

When this mode of watching and reconnoitring is confided to the scouts, officers have no need to interfere; what has to be done is done instinctively.

In less than a minute the spot where the movement had been observed was surrounded by a circle of levelled muskets, aimed simultaneously from every side at the dusky centre of the thicket; and the soldiers, with finger on trigger and eye on the suspected spot, awaited only the sergeant’s command to fire.

Meanwhile, the vivandière ventured to peer through the underbush; and just as the sergeant was about to cry, “Fire!” this woman cried, “Halt!”

And turning to the soldiers, “Do not fire!” she cried, and rushed into the thicket, followed by the men.

There was indeed some one there.

In the thickest part of the copse on the edge of one of those small circular clearings made in the woods by the charcoal-furnaces that are used to burn the roots of trees, in a sort of hole formed by the branches,–a bower of foliage, so to speak, half-open, like an alcove,–sat a woman on the moss, with a nursing child at her breast and the fair heads of two sleeping children resting against her knees.

This was the ambush.

“What are you doing here?” called out the vivandière.

The woman raised her head, and the former added angrily,–

“Are you insane to remain there!”

She went on,–

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