Fratricidal love E-Book

Max du Veuzit

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 70

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

For many generations, the Guilos had been fishermen, and Pierre, like his ancestors, had struggled to make a living from the product of his fishing. He was an honest man in all senses of the word, and, good comrade, bold sailor, always ready to come to the aid of the unfortunate in danger on the great treacherous water, - he was loved by his relatives and esteemed by all those who knew him. Twenty-five years earlier, he had married Catherine, an orphan, the eldest of seven children, who had brought her only her youth and courage as a dowry. Together, they lived, if not wealthy, at least happy, and the expected birth of a child at the beginning of their union seemed to crown their happiness, However, when Catherine gave birth to two pretty, sturdy and well-built little boys on the same day, great consternation reigned in the house. It was a well-established opinion in the family and even in Saint-Géran that we had never seen two brothers living together under the roof of a Guilo.

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Fratricidal love

Max the VeuzitFirst partIIIIIIVVVIVIIIXXSecond partII - 1III - 1IV - 1V - 1Copyright

Max the Veuzit

Fratricidal love

Max the Veuzit is the pen name of Alphonsine Zéphirine Vavasseur, born in Petit-Quevilly 29 October 1876 and died in Bois-Colombes 15 April 1952. It is a French language writer, author of numerous romance novels with great success.

First part

I

The small hamlet of Saint Geran is located on the Bay of Fresnaye, in the North Coast, is inhabited by a few fishing families.

It is in this poor village that stood there fifty years, the cottage of Peter Gilo.

For many generations, the Gilo were fishermen, and Peter, as his ancestors lived painfully of his catch.

He was an honest man in every sense of the word, and good comrade, bold sailor, always ready to fly to the rescue of the unfortunate in danger on the big treacherous water - he was loved by his family and all of the estimated who knew him.

Twenty-five years ago, he married Catherine, an orphan, the eldest of seven children, who had brought her dowry that his youth and courage.

Together they lived, if not easy, at least happy, and the expected birth of a child, early in their marriage, seemed to have crowned their happiness,

But when Catherine had given birth the same day, two lovely little boys, robust and well made, great consternation reigned in the house.

It was an established opinion in the family and even in Saint Geran, that never before had two brothers live together under the roof of Gilo.

Indeed, the old people remembered that by a fatal combination, every time the wife of Gilo had given birth to a second son, then still this birth was followed by painful events.

Nothing, however, this time, had seemed to have to confirm this tradition, and gradually, the sinner and his wife forgot the terror that had assailed the arrival of their son.

The twins were named to Ervoan and Yau1.

They had just reached their twentieth year, when this story begins.

Greatest both very strong and very muscular, broad-shouldered, his hair a reddish-blond, blue eyes and bright, the bold front, were two beautiful types of Britons in whom we found all the qualities physical race.

Though resembled is strikingly, their characters were diametrically opposed.

Ervoan was gay, lively and alert. He had always a joke, and in all circumstances, took the bright side.

Yan, however, was dark and silent. While young, he was noted for his singular behavior, by its long musings by his desire for solitude, and this disposition to melancholy only increased with age.

This great moral difference between the two brothers had not stopped their mutual affection; on the contrary, everyone in the country cited as the finest example of fraternal friendship.

Ervoan sacrificed his brother noisy entertainment that attracted him, and Yan was trying to laugh and have fun not to deprive his "besson" a fun party where the latter would not have been without it.

The remains of Gilo, located to the right of Saint Geran was almost outside the village. High half-way, it was an old building with a thatched roof, with crumbling walls, the facade facing the sea, allowed people to contemplate unceasingly the vast expanse of moving water, gray shimmering reflections or blue, depending on the time or times to the indefinite murmur, and, in the distance, mingled with the blue sky.

From the doorway, as could be seen, along the foot of the white cliffs along sinuous ribbon of dark strikes where the rocks and sharp rocks raised their brown peaks that crowned the sea, skimming foam.

Behind the house of Gilo, and separated from it by a long strip of land uncultivated, a small sheltered hovel, shivering, had been told, under the thick foliage of three large oak trees pressed against walls and that seemed to crush their strength.

A girl alone occupied this miserable hovel. Annaïc2 Brunec was still very young when his parents died.

His father, a fisherman like Peter Gilo, perished in a storm and her mother felt a violent pain she survived him only a short time. Thus, the child was alone or almost alone ... at least. An older cousin of his father's collected. The woman was very poor and his charity to the orphan was intended to interest.

She used little as a servant, not nourishing a few crusts of bread often hard, and asking however a very significant amount of work for a child so young. Annaïc however pushed grow as wildflowers, without any careful hand had neat.

When the girl was seven years old sent on strikes, at low tide, to gather mussels or fish for crabs.

Armed with a hook, Annaïc left, the barefoot, the rolled skirt, the hood on the back or the basket arm, explore the rocks implanted in the sand, for centuries, in scenic disorder.

At this hard work - because the crab fishing trade is hard for young children - little hands of Annaïc were often bruised and torn, and many times also wanting to go down in the hollow of the rocks there to probe the crevasses, his feet slipped on the steep surface of the stones covered with slimy weeds.

It is in a ccs qu'Annaïc circumstances met the Gilo brothers, then aged twelve.

In trying to spear a crab, the girl, who was standing on a rock, lost his balance and fell so unfortunately that his head struck acute protrusion of a rock edge. The pain was so intense she lost consciousness.

The sea was rising, and Annaïc would have certainly perished if his luck - or perhaps his mother watching over her from heaven -n'eût just brought the twins to this part strikes.

The two brothers, the pants rolled up above the knees, looked for shells.

Ervoan, ever restless, walked forward. It was he who discovered the child scope, lifeless at the bottom of a deep cast between two rocks.

Down to help her, take her in his arms, and, with the help of his brother that he had called, put it in a safe place, it was the matter of a few minutes, and soon, the boys had the joy to see Annaïc open his eyes.

In this dramatic meeting, the three children always kept the memory.

Ervoan and Yan, happy and proud of the important role they played that day, liked each other, thereafter, to protect and defend the little girl, who, in turn, never forgot that it was their life.

In his sad existence of abandoned Annaïc had never known tenderness.

Among the people around him, she guessed rather a feeling of pity than sympathy. We pitied, it would not have hurt her, but no one thought to exceed in respect of this benign neglect: no one thought that the humble fearful child was all alone and many abandoned her young heart had person to fulfill this need of expansion that is innate in all.

No ... Only ...

One, especially at the age when a mother's caresses are as necessary as daily bread!

And small, folded on itself without a friendly hand stretched toward her, without a word to comfort her, the growing lonely, scared and wild, in the absence of sympathy. His meeting with the brothers was so Gilo for it quite an event, and when she had reviewed several times, she tried as much as possible to get close to them.

She loved a little sister tenderness - fearful and admiring both - pouring on them all the overflow of his heart compressed.

Strange destiny that drove her to them for evil and for his.

The twins went to the girl's warm friendship they had inspired him, and among these three brave kids a soft link was formed, as the years only served to tighten further, so gradually and almost unconsciously, a feeling more tender dawned in the heart of the brothers: they loved loving companion of their games.

But they loved him, each according to his temperament.

Ervoan put in his passion everything that had strong, noble, powerful in him. He loved her energetic man who not only sees women being grace and temptation to be low to protect and defend, the same weakness excites desires but also the one to be the brave and devoted companion of existence, the mother of many children, the true strength of the home, the one we like to shake hands in the days of evil, because in his contact, we feel its energy increase of all his to she.

Love Yan was quite different.

In his restless and tormented soul, there was more morbid passion, more unreasoning passion, more carnal desires that real feeling; and sometimes when he was in the presence of Annaïc, he could hardly overcome the impetuous need he felt to win and make it his own on the hour.