Adieu

Balzac H.

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ISBN: 978-2-253-13679-8
Внешнее покрытие издания: в обл.
Язык текста: фр.
Фамилия автора в заголовке: Balzac
Инициалы автора (личного имени (имен)): H.
Код отношений (роль соавтора в издании): 070 Автор
Основное заглавие: Adieu
Первые сведения об ответственности: H. de Balzac
Место издания: Paris
Издатель: Livre de Poche/LGF
Дата издания: 2011
Объем издания (количество страниц): 95
Высота, см.: 18
Определитель УДК: -3=021
Полная форма имени (имен) и отчества: Honore de
Индекс УДК: 821.133.1
Статус записи (Тип информации): В наличии
Ширина, см: 11
Толщина, см: 1
Вес в граммах: 70
Артикул: 2213242

Описание

These words were said by a huntsman peacefully seated at the edge of the forest of Ile-Adam, who was finishing an Havana cigar while waiting for his companion, who had lost his way in the tangled underbrush of the wood. At his side four panting dogs were watching, as he did, the personage he addressed. To understand how sarcastic were these exhortations, repeated at intervals, we should state that the approaching huntsman was a stout little man whose protuberant stomach was the evidence of a truly ministerial "embonpoint." He was struggling painfully across the furrows of a vast wheat-field recently harvested, the stubble of which considerably impeded him; while to add to his other miseries the sun's rays, striking obliquely on his face, collected an abundance of drops of perspiration. Absorbed in the effort to maintain his equilibrium, he leaned, now forward, now back, in close imitation of the pitching of a carriage when violently jolted. The weather looked threatening. Though several spaces of blue sky still parted the thick black clouds toward the horizon, a flock of fleecy vapors were advancing with great rapidity and drawing a light gray curtain from east to west. As the wind was acting only on the upper region of the air, the atmosphere below it pressed down the hot vapors of the earth. Surrounded by masses of tall trees, the valley through which the hunter struggled felt like a furnace. Parched and silent, the forest seemed thirsty. The birds, even the insects, were voiceless; the tree-tops scarcely waved. Those persons who may still remember the summer of 1819 can imagine the woes of the poor deputy, who was struggling along, drenched in sweat, to regain his mocking friend. The latter, while smoking his cigar, had calculated from the position of the sun that it must be about five in the afternoon.