Sous la révolution française, le glissement inexorable d'un "pur" vers l'abus de pouvoir et l'assassinat "légal" —puis la mort en Thermidor.
évariste Gamelin, peintre, élève de David, membre de la section du Pont-Neuf, précédemment section Henri IV, s'était rendu de bon matin à l'ancienne église des Barnabites, qui depuis trois ans, depuis le 21 mai 1790, servait de siège à l'assemblée générale de la section. Cette église s'élevait sur une place étroite et sombre, près de la grille du Palais.
Sur la fa?ade, composée de deux ordres classiques, ornée de consoles renversées et de pots à feu, attristée par le temps, offensée par les hommes, les emblèmes religieux avaient été martelés et l'on avait inscrit en lettres noires au-dessus de la porte la devise républicaine: "Liberté, égalité, Fraternité ou la Mort." évariste Gamelin pénétra dans la nef: les vo?tes, qui avaient entendu les clercs de la congrégation de Saint-Paul chanter en rochet les offices divins, voyaient maintenant les patriotes en bonnet rouge assemblés pour élire les magistrats municipaux et délibérer sur les affaires de la section. Les saints avaient été tirés de leurs niches et remplacés par les bustes de Brutus, de Jean-Jacques et de Le Peltier. La table des Droits de l'Homme se dressait sur l'autel dépouillé.
C'est dans cette nef que, deux fois la semaine, de cinq heures du soir à onze heures, se tenaient les assemblées publiques. La chaire, ornée du drapeau aux couleurs de la nation, servait de tribune aux harangues. Vis-à-vis, du c?té de l'ép?tre, une estrade de charpentes grossières s'élevait, destinée à recevoir les femmes et les enfants, qui venaient en assez grand nombre à ces réunions. Ce matin-là, devant un bureau, au pied de la chaire, se tenait, en bonnet rouge et carmagnole, le menuisier de la place de Thionville, le citoyen Dupont a?né, l'un des douze du Comité de surveillance. Il y avait sur le bureau une bouteille et des verres, une écritoire et un cahier de papier contenant le texte de la pétition qui invitait la Convention à rejeter de son sein les vingt-deux membres indignes.
évariste Gamelin prit la plume et signa.
"Je savais bien, dit le magistrat artisan, que tu viendrais donner ton nom, citoyen Gamelin. Tu es un pur. Mais la section n'est pas chaude; elle manque de vertu. J'ai proposé au Comité de surveillance de ne point délivrer de certificat de civisme à quiconque ne signerait pas la pétition.
--Je suis prêt à signer de mon sang, dit Gamelin, la proscription des tra?tres fédéralistes. Ils ont voulu la mort de Marat: qu'ils périssent.
--Ce qui nous perd, répliqua Dupont a?né, c'est l'indifférentisme. Dans une section, qui contient neuf cents citoyens ayant droit de vote, il n'y en a pas cinquante qui viennent à l'assemblée. Hier nous étions vingt-huit.
--Eh bien! dit Gamelin, il faut obliger, sous peine d'amende, les citoyens à venir.
--Hé! Hé! fit le menuisier en fron?ant le sourcil, s'ils venaient tous, les patriotes seraient en minorité.... Citoyen Gamelin, veux-tu boire un verre de vin à la santé des bons sans-culottes?..."
Sur le mur de l'église, du c?té de l'évangile, on lisait ces mots accompagnés d'une main noire dont l'index montrait le passage conduisant au clo?tre: Comité civil, Comité de surveillance, Comité de bienfaisance. Quelques pas plus avant, on atteignait la porte de la ci-devant sacristie, que surmontait cette inscription: Comité militaire. Gamelin la poussa et trouva le secrétaire du Comité qui écrivait sur une grande table encombrée de livres, de papiers, de lingots d'acier, de cartouches et d'échantillons de terres salpêtrées.
"Salut, citoyen Trubert. Comment vas-tu?
--Moi?... je me porte à merveille."
Le secrétaire du Comité militaire, Fortuné Trubert, faisait invariablement cette réponse à ceux qui s'inquiétaient de sa santé, moins pour les instruire de son état que pour couper court à toute conversation sur ce sujet. Il avait, à vingt-huit ans, la peau aride, les cheveux rares, les pommettes rouges, le dos vo?té. Opticien sur le quai des Orfèvres, il était propriétaire d'une très ancienne maison qu'il avait cédée en 91 à un vieux commis pour se dévouer à ses fonctions municipales. Une mère charmante, morte à vingt ans et dont quelques vieillards, dans le quartier, gardaient le touchant souvenir, lui avait donné ses beaux yeux doux et passionnés, sa paleur, sa timidité. De son père, ingénieur opticien, fournisseur du roi, emporté par le même mal avant sa trentième année, il tenait un esprit juste et appliqué. Sans s'arrêter d'écrire:
"Et toi, citoyen, comment vas-tu?
--Bien. Quoi de nouveau?
--Rien, rien. Tu vois: tout est bien tranquille ici.
--Et la situation?
--La situation est toujours la même."
La situation était effroyable. La plus belle armée de la République investie dans Mayence; Valenciennes assiégée; Fontenay pris par les Vendéens; Lyon révolté; les Cévennes insurgées, la frontière ouverte aux Espagnols; les deux tiers des départements envahis ou soulevés; Paris sous les canons autrichiens, sans argent, sans pain.
Fortuné Trubert écrivait tranquillement. Les sections étant chargées par arrêté de la Commune d'opérer la levée de douze mille hommes pour la Vendée, il rédigeait des instructions relatives à l'enr?lement et l'armement du contingent que le "Pont-Neuf", ci-devant "Henri IV", devait fournir. Tous les fusils de munition devaient être délivrés aux réquisitionnaires. La garde nationale de la section serait armée de fusils de chasse et de piques.
"Je t'apporte, dit Gamelin, l'état des cloches qui doivent être envoyées au Luxembourg pour être converties en canons."
évariste Gamelin, bien qu'il ne possédat pas un sou, était inscrit parmi les membres actifs de la section: la loi n'accordait cette prérogative qu'aux citoyens assez riches pour payer une contribution de la valeur de trois journées de travail; et elle exigeait dix journées pour qu'un électeur f?t éligible. Mais la section du Pont-Neuf, éprise d'égalité et jalouse de son autonomie, tenait pour électeur et pour éligible tout citoyen qui avait payé de ses deniers son uniforme de garde national. C'était le cas de Gamelin, qui était citoyen actif de sa section et membre du Comité militaire.
Fortuné Trubert posa sa plume:
"Citoyen évariste, va donc à la Convention demander qu'on nous envoie des instructions pour fouiller le sol des caves, lessiver la terre et les moellons et recueillir le salpêtre. Ce n'est pas tout que d'avoir des canons, il faut aussi de la poudre."
Un petit bossu, la plume à l'oreille et des papiers à la main, entra dans la ci-devant sacristie. C'était le citoyen Beauvisage, du Comité de surveillance.
"Citoyens, dit-il, nous recevons de mauvaises nouvelles: Custine a évacué Landau.
--Custine est un tra?tre! s'écria Gamelin.
--Il sera guillotiné", dit Beauvisage.
Trubert, de sa voix un peu haletante, s'exprima avec son calme ordinaire:
"La Convention n'a pas créé un Comité de salut public pour des prunes. La conduite de Custine y sera examinée. Incapable ou tra?tre, il sera remplacé par un général résolu à vaincre, et ?a ira!"
Il feuilleta des papiers et y promena le regard de ses yeux fatigués:
"Pour que nos soldats fassent leur devoir sans trouble ni défaillance, il faut qu'ils sachent que le sort de ceux qu'ils ont laissés dans leur foyer est assuré. Si tu es de cet avis, citoyen Gamelin, tu demanderas avec moi, à la prochaine assemblée, que le Comité de bienfaisance se concerte avec le Comité militaire pour secourir les familles indigentes qui ont un parent à l'armée."
Il sourit et fredonna:
"?a ira! ?a ira!..."
Travaillant douze et quatorze heures par jour, devant sa table de bois blanc, à la défense de la patrie en péril, cet humble secrétaire d'un comité de section ne voyait point de disproportion entre l'énormité de la tache et la petitesse de ses moyens, tant il se sentait uni dans un commun effort à tous les patriotes, tant il faisait corps avec la nation, tant sa vie se confondait avec la vie d'un grand peuple. Il était de ceux qui, enthousiastes et patients, après chaque défaite, préparaient le triomphe impossible et certain. Aussi bien leur fallait-il vaincre. Ces hommes de rien, qui avaient détruit la royauté, renversé le vieux monde, ce Trubert, petit ingénieur opticien, cet évariste Gamelin, peintre obscur, n'attendaient point de merci de leurs ennemis. Ils n'avaient de choix qu'entre la victoire et la mort. De là leur ardeur et leur sérénité.
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In this timeless tale, French writer Anatole France recasts the life and works of the beloved 4th century saint who was the distant ancestor of our modern-day Santa Claus. Known for his eminently generous personality, St. Nicolas has also had a number of miracles attributed to him, including the resurrection of three children who had been murdered by a crazed butcher.
Winner of the 1921 Nobel Prize for Literature, Anatole France was a French poet, journalist and novelist, whose works were celebrated for their nobility of style and profound human sympathy. For the first time in publishing history, this comprehensive eBook presents France's complete fictional works, with numerous illustrations, many rare texts, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)Beautifully illustrated with images relating to France's life and worksConcise introductions to the novels and other textsALL 16 novels, with individual contents tablesImages of how the books were first published, giving your eReader a taste of the original textsAll the novels, including all four volumes of A CHRONICLE OF OUR OWN TIMES, available in no other collectionExcellent formatting of the textsAll the shorter fiction, with rare tales appearing here for the first time in digital printSpecial chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the poetry and the short storiesEasily locate the poems or short stories you want to readIncludes France's seminal historical study of Joan of ArcSpecial criticism section, with 8 essays and articles evaluating France's contribution to literatureScholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genresPlease visit delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titlesCONTENTS:The NovelsTHE CRIME OF SYLVESTRE BONNARDTHE ASPIRATIONS OF JEAN SERVIENHONEY-BEETHAÏSAT THE SIGN OF THE REINE PÉDAUQUETHE OPINIONS OF JEROME COIGNARDTHE RED LILYA CHRONICLE OF OUR OWN TIMES I: THE ELM-TREE ON THE MALLA CHRONICLE OF OUR OWN TIMES II: THE WICKER-WORK WOMANA CHRONICLE OF OUR OWN TIMES III: THE AMETHYST RINGA CHRONICLE OF OUR OWN TIMES IV: MONSIEUR BERGERET IN PARISA MUMMER'S TALETHE WHITE STONEPENGUIN ISLANDTHE GODS ARE ATHIRSTTHE REVOLT OF THE ANGELSThe Shorter FictionJOCASTA AND THE FAMISHED CATBALTHASAR AND OTHER WORKSMOTHER OF PEARLTHE WELL OF SAINT CLARECLIOCRAINQUEBILLE, PUTOIS, RIQUET AND OTHER PROFITABLE TALESTHE MERRIE TALES OF JACQUES TOURNEBROCHETHE SEVEN WIVES OF BLUEBEARD AND OTHER MARVELLOUS TALESCHILD LIFE IN TOWN AND COUNTRYMISCELLANEOUS STORIESThe Short StoriesLIST OF SHORT STORIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDERLIST OF SHORT STORIES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDERThe PlaysCRAINQUEBILLETHE COMEDY OF A MAN WHO MARRIED A DUMB WIFECOME WHAT MAYThe PoetryLIST OF POETICAL WORKSThe Non-FictionTHE LIFE OF JOAN OF ARCThe CriticismANATOLE FRANCE — 1904 by Joseph ConradANATOLE FRANCE by Arnold BennettHOMAGE TO ANATOLE FRANCE by John GalsworthyANATOLE FRANCE by John Cowper PowysANATOLE FRANCE by Robert LyndTHE WISDOM OF ANATOLE FRANCE by John Middleton MurryANATOLE FRANCE by George BrandesANATOLE FRANCE by Winifred StephensPlease visit delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles
This short story collection from eminent French writer Anatole France is a fitting introduction to his diverse body of work. With topics ranging from encounters with Satan to doomed romances, it's an engaging grab-bag of entertaining tales rendered in France's wry, ironic, understated tone.
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
The Lloyds' family had only one son, Xavier. He was a billionaire businessman. He was dubbed the "contemporary Midas." They call it the Xavier touch since every firm he owns succeeds. All of his business rivals would do anything, if not everything, to see him lose his touch. His father demanded that she marry soon, or he would find him a wife. But he had no desire to marry. Eunice Dawson, an illegitimate kid, has been living with her father and his family since her mother died. She stated that she intended to lead a normal life. However, things are growing more difficult. Her stepmother and half-sister are not fond of her. Her boyfriend, whom she thought loved her, abandoned her in favor of Irene, her step-sister. Her father was never angry with Irene, instead telling her to just let things go. that her lover was more interested in Irene than in her. She felt lonely and heartbroken. What is Xavier's reason for not desiring a wife? What would happen if Eunice ran away from her father's home?