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Beautiful women in the world are often born into a family of clerks, as if by fate; the one we are talking about now is exactly that. so. She had no dowry assets, no hope, and no way to make a man with both money and status know her, understand her, love her, and marry her; in the end, she would have to make do with a junior clerk in the Ministry of Education. Got married.
Cannot pay attention to decoration, she is simple, but unfortunately like a downgraded woman; because women have no class, no family distinction, their beauty, their charm and Their allure is for their origin and family background.
She felt that she was born for all the exquisite and luxurious things, so she couldn't help but feel pain. She was very sad because of the poor condition of her house, the rough walls, the old furniture, and the vulgar fabrics of her clothes. All this, in the mind of another woman of her level, might not be noticed, but it made her sad and annoyed by it.
The look of the little Breton maid who took care of her trivial housework gave her all kinds of sad regrets and random thoughts. She dreamed of those quiet reception rooms, with two tall waiters in shorts waiting for orders, and the hot air heater made both waiters doze in large armchairs.
She dreamed of those large living rooms covered with ancient wall coverings, and those exquisite furniture with priceless porcelain bottles; she dreamed of those exquisite and fragrant small living rooms, where she could chat with her kind boyfriend. , chatting there with famous men who are envied by the women's world and eager to pay attention.
She jumped up, hugged her friend's neck, kissed him again and again passionately, and finally, she took this treasure and slipped away. The day of the party arrived, and Madame Loisel was a great success. She was more beautiful than the other female guests, fashionable, charming, smiling constantly, and crazy with joy.
Most of the male guests looked at her in fascination, asking for her name and trying to get people to lead them to her for introduction. Everyone in the confidential department of the ministry wanted to dance with her, and the minister also paid attention to her.
She danced with an intoxicated posture, danced with excited movements, she was intoxicated in joy, she was satisfied with the victory of her appearance, satisfied with the glory of her achievements; satisfied with all the flattery. A kind of auspicious cloud of happiness surrounded her with admiration and that triumphant song that women thought was extremely complete and sweet. So she didn't think about anything.
She left at four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been asleep since midnight in a small, unattended living room with three other male guests, whose wives were also dancing happily.
He put on her shoulders the clothes he had brought for going out on the street, simple clothes for home use. The humbleness of these things was incompatible with the luxurious style of the costumes at the ball. of. She felt this, and she wanted to run away to avoid the attention of the other ladies wrapped in precious leather clothes.
Loser held her hand: "Wait. You will catch the cold when you go outside. I'll find a rental streetcar." But she would never listen to him and hurriedly Got down the steps. When they reached the street, they couldn't find the car; so they began to look for it, chasing the cars they could see in the distance.
The two of them walked down the bank of the Seine. They were disappointed and shivering with cold. Finally, they found an old-fashioned car that looked like a nocturnal wanderer on the river bank. Such cars seemed to be ashamed of themselves in Paris during the day, so they were not seen until after dark.
The car took them outside the gate of their apartment on Martyr Street, and they went upstairs melancholy. To her, it was the end. As for him, he remembered that he should be at the ministry at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
She took off the cloaks around her shoulders in front of the mirror, wanting to take a closer look at herself in all her glory. But suddenly she let out a wild scream. She no longer has the diamond necklace around her neck!
Source: From "The Necklace" by French writer Maupassant.
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Creative background:
In France in the 1880s, capitalism developed viciously. The big bourgeoisie was in power, plundering the people, and the government Corruption is rampant in China, moral decay in society, and the bourgeoisie's arrogant and decadent life and profit-seeking moral concepts have affected the entire society. The pursuit of pleasure and vanity has become a bad social atmosphere.
This social trend is also prevalent among the petty bourgeoisie. Since this class's position in capitalist society is extremely unstable, they always want to get rid of this situation and join the upper class.
However, only a few people succeed, and most fall into more miserable situations in the competition of capitalism. "The Necklace" adopts the method of writing about people with objects, taking the necklace as a main line, starting from its multiple relationships with the characters, and using it to firmly tie the characters' behavior, language and psychological activities, so that the readers can understand the heroine through the necklace. The image is clear at a glance.