Guy de Maupassant
Posted on October 16, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Romance, Short Stories |
by Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)Madame Julie Roubere was expecting her elder sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who had just returned from a trip to Switzerland.The Letore household had left nearly five weeks before. Madame Henriette had allowed her husband to return alone to their estate in Calvados, where some business required his attention, and had come [...]
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Posted on October 14, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant |
by GUY de MAUPASSANTSHE WAS ONE OF THOSE PRETTY AND CHARMING GIRLS BORN, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. She had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off [...]
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Posted on June 20, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Short Stories |
BY GUY de MAUPASSANT
I WILL NOT RECORD THE NAME EITHER OF THE COUNTRY OR OF the man concerned. It was far, very far from this part of the world, on a fertile and scorching sea-coast. All morning we had been following a coast clothed with crops and a blue sea clothed in sunlight. Flowers thrust [...]
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Posted on March 21, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Romance, Short Stories |
by Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)
Word Count: 1921
I was very much interested at that time in a droll little woman. She was married, of course, as I have a horror of unmarried flirts. What enjoyment is there in making love to a woman who belongs to nobody and yet belongs to any one? And, besides, morality [...]
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Posted on March 19, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Short Stories |
by GUY DE MAUPASSANT
ALONG ALL THE ROADS around Goderville the peasants and their wives were coming toward the burgh because it was market day. The men were proceeding with slow steps, the whole body bent forward at each movement of their long twisted legs; deformed by their hard work, by the weight on the plow [...]
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Posted on January 17, 2007. Filed under: Gothic, Guy de Maupassant, Short Stories |
by GUY de MAUPASSANT
PAOLO SAVERINI’S WIDOW LIVED ALONE WITH HER SON IN A poor little house on the ramparts of Bonifacio. The town, built on a spur of the mountains, in places actually overhanging the sea, looks across a channel bristling with reefs, to the lower shores of Sardinia. At its foot, on the other [...]
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