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Madame Chrysantheme -- Complete

Madame Chrysantheme -- Complete

Author: Pierre Loti
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Chapter 1 STRANGE SCENES

Word Count: 1481    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

bjects were close to us, so close that they overshado

e stage scenery, very pretty, though unlike nature. It seemed as if Japan were opened

icalas, answering one another from shore to shore; the mountains reechoed with innumerable sounds; the whole country seemed to vibrate like crystal. We passed among myriads of Japanese junks, gliding softly, wafted by imperceptible breezes on the smooth water; their motion could hardly be heard, and their white

e and shade is Japan; wh

e already felt the impression of evening; beneath the summits in full sunlight, the base of

e fashion. Gradually, as we advanced farther up the green channel, the perfumes became more penetrating, and the monotonous chirp of the cicalas swelled out like an orchestral crescendo. Above

of a too artificial prettiness. The trees were grouped in clusters, with the pretentious grace shown on lacquered trays. Large rocks sprang up in exagg

in the foliage of the overhanging trees, bringing to the minds of new arrivals, like ourselves, a sense of unfamiliarity and strangeness, and the feelin

town. In front of it lay a tangled mass of vessels, flying all the flags of the world; steamboats, just as in any other port, with dark funnels an

l be a dull, tedious dwelling-place, and we shall have even to give

ily amid the mass of vessels already in

iplying till they filled up everything, in endless number. From these they drew forth all manner of curious and unexpected things: folding screens, slippers, soap, lanterns, sleeve-links, live cicalas chirping in little cages, jewelry, tame white mice turning little cardboard mills, quaint photographs, hot soups and stews in bowls, ready to be served out in rations to the crew;-china, a legion of vases, teapots, cups, little pots and plates. In one moment, all this was unpacked, spread out with astounding rapidity and a certain talent for arrangement; ea

down in harbor-boats to lower, booms to swing out, running rigging to make taut-we had nothing more to do but look on. We s

ast green valley, peered thousands upon thousands of tiny black houses, a tangled mass of curious appearance, from which here and there emerged some higher, dark red, painted roofs, probably the true old Japanese Nagasaki, which still exists. And in those quarters-who knows?-there may be, lurking behind a paper screen,

ey had shut up their boxes, folded their sliding screens and their trick fans,

reat mountains, now black, were mirrored and doubled in the still water at their feet, reflecting therein their sharply reversed outlines, and presenting the mirage of fearful

ing fires shone out in the darkness, conveying the impression of a vast capital rising around us in one bewildering amphitheatre. Beneath, in the silent waters, another town, also illuminated, seemed to descend into the depths of the abyss. The night was balmy, pure, delicious; the atmosphere laden with the perfume of flowers came wafted to us from the mountains. From the tea-houses and other noctur

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