Notre Dame de Paris is one of Victor Hugo's early full-length novels of moving intellectual and artistic power. The novel was published in 1831, when Hugo was only twenty-nine years old. At that time, France broke out against the monarchy and the church and monks of the "July Revolution", the novel reflects the characteristics of this era.
The novel has become a typical masterpiece of Romantic fiction with its tense and bizarre storyline, colorful scenes, distinctive characters and beautiful and vivid language.
The novel takes place in Paris in 1482, at the end of the reign of King Louis XI. At that time, France had ended the feudalism, the monarchy had been established, the king and the church colluded to suppress the people's resistance struggle. The Church had a special role in the Middle Ages, it was the spiritual pillar of feudal rule, it not only deceived and fooled the people with false teachings, but also brutally exploited the people economically. The Church owned one-third of the country's land and enjoyed all kinds of privileges. Notre Dame in Paris enjoyed the privilege of being a "holy place" and was not subject to the law. The aristocrats and monks did whatever they wanted. This novel exposes the ugly nature of the aristocrats and monks who brutalize the people and do no harm; it praises the excellent quality and the spirit of resistance of the lower class people; it shows the contradictory conflicts between good and evil, beauty and ugliness, love and lust, democracy and autocracy, poverty and wealth of the French society, and it has a distinctive anti-feudal and anti-church theme.
Notre Dame de Paris is a novel in eleven volumes.
The first six volumes
When you turn the title page of this novel, the dark corner of one of the two towers that presents itself to your eyes is hand-carved:
ANALKH
This is a Greek word meaning fate, destiny, or destiny. If you think that the central theme of this novel is the idea of fate, you are mistaken. It is the sinful record of a Parisian vicar-general who indulges his lust and kills the good. As the pages of the novel turn page by page, you will be y moved by this tragic and moving story.
The story takes place on January 6, 148th. On that day it was customary to set off fireworks in Graybed Square, the Prague Chapel was to be decorated with flowers and ribbons tied into may laurels, and a religious play was to be performed in the Court Hall. On the first evening the people of the town hall, dressed in their fuchsia pinafores with white crosses on their breasts, gave notice by loudspeaker in all the public * * * places of the news of the marriage of the Dauphin of France with the Princess Marguerite of Flanders. The Flemish ambassadors were to see the performance of a religious play and the election of the Lord of Fools. The men and women of Paris closed up their houses and stores on that day, and flocked from every direction to the Place de la Gray Bedford, the Prague Chapel, and the Hall of the Court. The crowd grew and grew, forming a great human wave that flowed on and on, just as a waterfall flows into a lake. Laughter, shouts, and the footsteps of millions of people formed a great wave of sound. Among the crowd that surged like the tide were craftsmen, peddlers, priests, merchants, college students, vagabonds, and beggars. In the laughter and scolding from time to time interspersed with "do good" begging sound. Every doorway, window, small window and roof, crowded with thousands of faces, especially the quiet faces of women, he or she constantly to the flow of the crowd watching, searching hard, ears roar, eyes dizzy. The people of Paris were celebrating Epiphany and April Fool's Day with great fervor.
The Court Hall was presenting a play at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, as had always been the custom. Today it was the religious satire "The Trial of the Virgin Mary". The play could not begin on time because of the late arrival of Mr. Bishop and the noble lord. There was a noise of resentment from the audience, and the students cried out that if the religious play was not opened, they would hang the four court deacons, which turned the faces of the four court deacons white with fear. The crowd waited a long time, and finally the curtain was drawn back before the bishop and the nobles arrived. Jupiter on the stage was beautifully attired, wearing a black velvet armor with gilded buttons, a helmet with silver-plated buttons on his head, a roll of gilded coins studded with iron nails and adorned with strips of gold foil, and his feet were clad in Grecian corded shoes. This splendid costume, and the unusual dress, excited the audience for a moment, but it could not last, and soon disappeared into tediousness. Four figures with flowery faces and tattoos are on the stage; they are a peasant woman and a priest, a merchant woman and a laborer. Two fastidious couples want to award a golden dolphin to the most beautiful of the women. So they traveled the world in search of this beauty. The dolphin is a metaphor for the crown prince Amboise. The play is interrupted by the shouts of the handsome and mischievous young man, Jaon Vorono, who turns out to be the "King" of the Kingdom of Beggars, Croban Tuyifu, dressed as a sickly ghost, with his eyes half-closed, begging in a miserable voice: "Please have mercy! The interrupted drama was not long continued, but was again interrupted by the arrival of forty-eight ambassadors of Maximilian, Duke of Austria. The dignitaries came in, and the beggar-king, Croban, boldly set his two legs in a cross on the Henchman rafters, revealing a rare and haughty demeanor. The people are uninterested in the religious drama, and Gack Gobrol, a hosiery merchant from Gundown, proposes the election of a King of Fools. Each man took turns sticking his head out of the window and laughing grotesquely at the others, and whichever one laughed the ugliest was elected king to the cheers of the crowd. The proposal was enthusiastically embraced. So the window appeared a wonderful strange laugh, especially the Notre Dame bell ringer Quasimodo's strange laugh the most to make the audience screaming, won a warm applause.
The King of Fools had a tetrahedral nose, a horseshoe-shaped mouth, a small left eye under a reddish brow like a pig's bristle, a right eye obscured by a large tumor, jagged teeth like battlements, hard lips, one tooth protruding from the lip like an ivory tusk, a crooked chin, and a mixture of scorn, wonder, and sorrow that covered the whole face and caused the whole audience to cheer. the whole audience to rejoice. There was only a huge head full of red hair, a hump rising between the shoulders, and when he swung, the two strands and legs were like two scythes, with the hilts joined to the handles of the knives, the feet fat, and the hands stout, and in the midst of all the monstrosities there was a strained, grave, and courageous attitude that could not be questioned. The elect of this king of fools was a man whom women and children were afraid to see. With a papier-maché crown on his head and a ludicrous robe on his body, he rode in a palanquin painted with flowers, and was carried on the shoulders of eleven members of the Friends of Fools through the corridors of the courthouse, and paraded up and down some of the main streets and public ****ing places.
In the blink of an eye, the courthouse halls emptied. The religious play couldn't go on without an audience. A youth shouted, "La Esmeralda is here! La Esmerharda is in the square!" The name had a strange effect, and all the people in the hall ran through the windows and climbed up the walls to see it, and some even removed the ladders on which the actors had gone up.
There were fireworks in the center of Gray Bedford Square, and a circle of people around it, mesmerized by the dance of the gypsy woman, La Esmeralda, and more and more people gathered in the square. At the beginning of the novel, the conflict between divinity and humanity is revealed, and the time, place and central character of the story are explained. This is the beginning of the novel's storyline. A shocking tragedy unfolds from here.
As the audience of the religious play dispersed, the defeated playwright Gangowar came to the square in faith, and unexpectedly he was also mesmerized by the splendid scene before him. But see a small goat around a slender, slightly brown skinned girl dancing lightly, two big black eyes flashing. This girl was dancing in the crowd while beating a small drum. Gangowar couldn't help but wonder, "Is it a human being? Is it a fairy? An angel?" The exclamation of wonder.
All the people around her stared, their mouths wide open. As she danced like this to the sound of the drums, her two round, sturdy arms held a small drum high above her small, delicate head. And her gold bodice without creases, her gown with its small dots that swelled when she danced, her bare shoulders, her legs that peeked out of her skirt at times, her black hair, her luminous eyes: she looked like a supernatural creature. Gangowar thought, "This is a serpent, this is a forest nymph, this is a goddess, this is a goddess of wine!" In the midst of the thousands of faces illuminated by the light, there was a grave, calm and somber face. The man was about thirty-five years old, with only a few gray hairs on the top of his bald head. In his deep eyes shone a strange youthfulness, a wild life, a deep passion. He kept turning this gaze upon the gypsy girl. Amidst the roar of applause for the wonderful performance of the girl and the little goat, there mingled a gloomy voice: "There is an evil spell at the head of this place!" "This is sacrilegious!" "This is an insult to the sacred!" But the thunderous applause overpowered the gloomy voice. The somber voice was from the bald man, and the wench shuddered warily. A shrill voice issued from a dark corner of the square; "Will you not go away? You Egyptian cricket!" It was the cry that had come from the friaress Gündil, shut up in the Dutch tower. Sixteen years ago her only and only daughter had been stolen from her by the Gypsies, and for this she was mad; for this she hated all Gypsies.
It was late in the night when the girl went out from the crowd with her little drum and her little goat, Degary. Gangowa followed closely behind, into the narrow alleys, through the alleys, to the crossroads, and the further they went, the darker and more deserted the streets became. Suddenly a sharp cry was heard, and by the light of a candle burning in the iron cage of the Madonna on the corner, Gengoa saw the gypsy girl snatched away by two dark figures, and the poor little goat bleating in terror. Gangowa cried out, "Help! Help!" The maiden cried, "Catch the murderer! Catch the murderer!" While this was going on, the captain of the royal guards brought fifteen or sixteen archers, who surrounded, seized, and tied up the robber, Gazimodo. After running for a while in a stupor, Gangowa fell several times into the gutter, crossed many streets, passed through a number of alleyways, and strayed into the kingdom of beggars. Here huddled heaps of crippled, one-eyed, insane and paralyzed patients, gathered beggars, pickpockets, sellers, swindlers, they live in the dirty corners of the city, they represent the lowest level of Parisian society. In contrast, the towering buildings in the center of the city are inhabited by richly dressed aristocrats and monks who manipulate the power of life and death. Gamgoire breaks into the "Hall of Monsters"; the "King" of the "Hall of Monsters", Croban Touifou, is the beggar who asks for money in the court hall during the day. According to the "law" of the "Miracle Dynasty", the "superior" who entered the "Hall of Wonders" by mistake had to be hanged as the imperial government hanged the vagabonds. Hanged like the imperial government hanged vagabonds, unless there is a beggar kingdom of women are willing to marry him; if there is no woman to marry him, you have to be hanged alive. None of the female beggars of the beggar's kingdom would have him for a husband. Esmehalda, in order to save this innocent man from the gallows, she approached Gangovar with light footsteps, and declared that she was married to him for a period of four years. But deep in Esmehalda's heart was imprinted Fabi, who had saved her from danger.
The author gives a colorful account of Notre Dame de Paris, the place where the story takes place. It is a bright and beautiful, yet stately and sublime building. It is the masterpiece of French artists and laborers. The author enthusiastically praises it, saying, "It is rare to find a page of architectural art more beautiful than the front of this Notre Dame!"
The author praises the architectural majesty of Notre Dame de Paris and describes the customs, people and administrative divisions of fifteenth-century Paris. At that time, Paris was divided into three towns: the city, the urban area, and the university district. The city was on the island; the city was deep in the countryside; and the university district was on the left bank of the Seine. Notre Dame is in the urban area.
Claude, the Vicar-General of Notre Dame de Paris, was born into a family of high citizenship, and was brought up in a priestly profession by his parents. He grew up amidst the missals and the thesaurus, and from an early age learned to speak softly with lowered eyes. He was of a melancholy disposition and zealous in his studies. He completed a course in religious law, devoted himself to the study of the Code of Canon Law, and studied medicine and the higher arts; he knew Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. He had dealings with King Louis XI. When he was eighteen, his parents died in the plague. He loved his brother Jaon in his infancy. With great compassion, he raised the crippled child Quasimodo, who was abandoned in a sack on a wooden bed on the front porch of the bell tower of Notre Dame. Thwarted in his humanity by the depraved and debauched behavior of his brother as he grew up, he devoted himself to science, often burrowing alone into a dilapidated house to refine gold and stone. He stayed away from crowds and attempted to keep human instincts at bay by using the asceticism promoted by Catholicism against him. He refused visits from "all women, young and old, married and unmarried," even from the king's daughters. He forbade gypsy girls to dance in the churchyard. But he could not exclude the intrusion of lust, and he followed the beautiful maiden La Esmeralda like a shadow. He also instructs Gazimodo to rob her in the dead of night. As Gazimodo was caught by the guards while robbing (and he sneaked away), on the morning of the festival, Gazimodo was brought before the court to be tried. Vorohan, the prosecutor in charge of Gazimodo's trial, was a stolen official who did not care about the people's pain and suffering, and who was in charge of people's lives. He was also a deaf man who pretended to know what he did not know. Vorohan was deaf and had no idea that the prisoners were also deaf. The inspector, after three questions, said impatiently, "Enough!" "We pronounce it to your face: first, for the molestation you have done during the night; secondly, for having beaten a madwoman; and thirdly, for having betrayed and rebelled against His Majesty's patrol. Have you any defense on this point? Clerk, have you taken down all that this prisoner has said?" This smart question caused a roar of laughter among the listeners and the clerks. For Quasimodo could not understand a word, and did not say a word. Yet Mr. Deaf Inspector, thinking that the prisoner had made an insolent reply, said angrily, "Villain, for your answer you deserve to be hanged. Do you know with whom you are speaking?" Even the guards in the reception-room laughed along with him. Mr. Mayor proceeded with the interrogation. The poor bell-ringer could not hear what the other was asking, and was unjustly condemned under the circumstances in which the answer was given. Quasimodo was taken by the armed military police to the gallows in the Piazza del Gray Bedford to be whipped, and to be turned for an hour. When the clerk explained to the prosecutor that "this man is deaf," he was surprised to hear the prosecutor say, "Ho! Hah! That's too difficult. I didn't know that. In that case, he should be given an extra hour." He was actually sentenced to an extra hour. Quasimodo was to be turned and milled for two bells on the gallows because the inspector shared his deafness.
While the man who yesterday was revered as the king of fools, Quasimodo, was tied with ropes and leather straps to the wheel of the gibbet, his shirt was stripped down to his breasts and he knelt on the board of the gibbet. The executioner turned the wheel of the gibbet with his foot, and the leather whip, with a shrill rattle in the air, fell like a shower on the poor bell-ringer's shoulders, one after another, and another, and another ...... wheel kept on turning, and as the lash fell the blood burst forth, and thousands of streams of blood ran over the shoulders. Gasimodo eyes bubbling with anger, desperately struggling, exhausted, hanging his head. Instead of winning the slightest sympathy among the spectators, the torture he suffered for his wrongdoing was met with curses, ridicule, and even stoning. People in the barbaric Middle Ages "had no pity". In the midst of his torture, Quasimodo saw a priest approaching him on a mule; a gentle smile, full of indescribably sweet tenderness, appeared on his angry, remorseful and disappointed face. The nearer the priest approached him, the more pronounced, the clearer, and the more radiant his smile became. When the priest recognized the prisoner, however, he lowered his eyes, turned back hastily, and walked away. This priest was none other than Dom Claude Vorono, the vicar-general who had instigated Quasimodo to rob the gypsy girl. In the midst of an hour and a half of flogging, Gazimodo suddenly broke the silence by howling in a voice that sounded less like a human voice and more like an animal growl, "Give me water to drink!" This miserable call did not excite sympathy, but on the contrary caused the citizens to laugh and rejoice. Quasimodo's face was purple and red, dripping with sweat, with a wild light in his eyes, his mouth foaming with angry agony, and his tongue half sticking out beyond his lips. After a child's minute he screamed again in a more furious voice, "Give me water!" Still there was only laughter. Some threw a sponge soaked in gutter sewage, some a stone, others a broken bowl. For the third time, Quasimodo gasped, "Give me water!" At this moment a maiden in strange attire, with her snow-white goat, and a small drum in her hand, parted the multitude, and came towards the gallows. Quasimodo saw that it was the same maiden whom he had tried to carry away last night; and he was afraid, thinking that vengeance was to be taken on him. Without a word the damsel went to the prisoner, who had stooped to avoid her, and, taking a gourd from under her corset, tenderly brought it to the dry and cracked mouth of Gazimodo for him to drink. The man who had been tortured for the evil he had done on behalf of others was so moved that a great tear ran down his cheek. It was the first tear that the poor man had ever shed in his life. When he had finished drinking, the poor man gazed at the maiden with a look tinged with self-reproach and sorrow. The writer marveled at the beautiful, fresh, pure, feminine and delicate maiden who had taken pity on the poor, unsightly and vicious man. As a result of this act of kindness, the audience was also moved and clapped their hands. However, in the "rat hole" in the female friar Gündül viciously cursed: "Abominable gypsy daughters! Damn it! Abomination!"
End of previous book.
The next book begins with Book VII.
On a sunny spring day in early March, a group of beautiful aristocratic women were carousing on a stone terrace in the vaulted ceilings of a rich Gothic building. They were talking, laughing and frolicking. The women had come to Paris from the provinces to gather at the home of the widow of the king's former swordsman, waiting for the honor of accompanying the Princess of Flanders.
The widow's daughter, Gondrosier Follech de Lee, was the fiancée of Fabi de Chateaubriand, the head of the guards. The playboy Fabi, a womanizer with a penchant for sex and a taste for the new, is distracted and has other plans. Follech de Lee suspects that Fabi is having an affair with a gypsy girl who sells her wares. They call Esmeralda from the square where she sells her art to the nobleman's mansion. The women, who thought they were as beautiful as the fairies, were amazed by the radiant beauty of the gypsy girl. They looked at the girl from head to foot and stared at each other. Then they surrounded the girl with their venomous, sharp tongues, and subjected her to scathing sarcasm and vicious ridicule, showing the arrogance and cruelty of the aristocracy. With hot tears in her eyes, the little girl took her wounded heart and led her sweet little goat away from this nasty place. Fabi for Esméharda's beauty attracted, out of the vice of playing with women, he asked Esméharda late at night to the designated place to meet him. Fabi is discovered and followed by Crowder, the vice-regent of Notre Dame de Paris, on his way to Esméharda's rendezvous. Crowder, tormented by the mental shackles of Catholic asceticism into a kind of horrific erotic captivity, spies on the maiden's movements daily from the top of Notre Dame's tower. The glances he casts at the wench are somber and ghastly. He coveted Esmeralda to such an extent that he could not tolerate anyone approaching her, and if he could not have her for himself, he would have destroyed her by all means of evil. He even found a "reason" to justify himself: "Who asked her to be born so beautiful", and was ready to call the royal inspector to arrest the gypsy girl. At the very moment when Esmeralda and Fabi were meeting at the Fallowdale Inn, Claude came out of a dark corner like a black ghost and stabbed Fabi with a dagger. As a result, Esméharda was accused of being a witch, a murderer, and was tried in court, while the real murderer, Crowder, sat high on the bench and falsely accused Esméharda of being a murderer by witchcraft. No matter how Esméharda how to complain, how to cry heaven and earth, screaming injustice, the Holy See and the court still collusion, with torture to force Esméharda confession. Esméharda was thrown into the death row prison, Crowder scurried into the prison in an attempt to seduce Esméharda to satisfy his animalistic desires, was Esméharda refused. Crowder claimed that his lust for the wench was an everlasting love. Legend has it that there was a dastard who was so enamored of a beautiful sorceress that he burned the sorceress and got rid of the evil thoughts himself. Determined to try this method of purging, Krode used the power of the Vicar General to sentence Esmeharda to hang through the courts.
On the day of the execution, an uncountable crowd gathered in the square. Under the pretense of hearing the prisoner's confession, Vice-Archbishop Crowder approached the woman and told her that she could be saved from execution by promising to love him. Esmeralda refused; she had her heart set on Fabi. When, with her hands bound and on her back, she was on the point of execution, she accidentally saw Fabi, and the woman's heart was so happy over it that she forgot the sorrow of death, and cried out, "Fabi! My Fabi!" But Captain Fabi, who stood on the terrace watching the execution with cold eyes, frowned, and with the noble lady beside him went behind the velvet curtains on the terrace. The lady's heart broke and she fell to the pavement. The executioner was about to execute, and just at this moment of a thousand hooks, the bell-ringer stepped swiftly over the wisp railing, climbed the rope with his feet, two knees, and two hands, slipped to the front of the church, leaped from the roof, and darting to the place of execution, knocked down the executioner with his fists, picked up the gipsy-girl, and, holding the girl aloft over his shoulder, cried out in a dreadful voice, "Holy ground! Holy Land!" Like lightning he ran into Notre Dame de Paris. At that moment the people who filled the penal colony also repeated the cry, "Holy Land! Holy Land!" Thousands of people clapped and cheered at Gazimodo, who clung to Esméharda under the great arch of the church.
Gasimodo placed Esmeralda in the bell tower of Notre Dame in Paris. Notre Dame was a medieval no-go area, accessible only to the priesthood. It was not governed by any law. This outwardly rent, ugly, inferior man, Quasimodo, was the most sincere and affectionate of men. He spoke the sweetest and most thoughtful words to Esmeralda. He said, "I frighten you. I am ugly, am I not? Never look at me. Just listen to me. --During the day you stay here; at night you may walk about the whole church. But don't go out of the church, day or night. Going out will be ruinous; people will kill you, and I will die." His love for Esméharda was a love of reverent admiration. He compared Esméharda to himself and felt ashamed of himself. He compared the wench to the beautiful things within the sphere of his thought, and stammered to Esméharda: "Thou art a ray of sunshine, a dewdrop, a bird's song! --I, I am something terrible, not like a man or a beast, I know not what a thing harder than a rock, crumpled and unsightly." His love for Esméharda reached the point of disinterestedness, forgetfulness, and sublimity. When he learns that Esméharda is pining for the captain of the guard, Fabi, and is depressed, he manages to inform Fabi that he should meet with the girl. When he saw Esméharda in tears because Fabi was not coming, he tried to comfort her. He brings Esméharda food every day and huddles outside the gypsy girl's house late at night to keep her safe. Vice-Archbishop Crowder discovers the place where the girl is hiding in the belfry and attempts to rape her in the middle of the night, but Garcimodo learns of this and firmly stops him. Garcímolto has always worshipped and bowed down to Crowder as his savior, even "more than all dogs and horses love their masters". But for Esmeharda, he defied him, rebelled against him.
Esmerharda lived in the bell tower of Notre Dame, under the protection of Garcidendo. However, the king has made a decision to hang the innocent girl in three days. Crowder, in order to satisfy his lustful desires, had a new plot. He wanted to replace Esméharda with Gangovar, who was to wear a skirt, and the girl was to wear a reddish-yellow dress. When the lower classes of the "Miracle Dynasty" learned that Esméharda was to be hanged, they gathered in front of Notre Dame in order to save their sister, the gypsy girl. A bright light was seen, and seven or eight torches were lit in the darkness of the night. A large group of men and women in tattered clothes, who were holding up scythes, spears, pointed hoes and pointed halberds advanced towards the square of Notre Dame de Paris. A man with a torch in one hand and a short stick in the other climbed up on a stake to make a speech. This man was Croban Touifou, king of the beggar's kingdom, who called the gypsy girl his sister, and who was her protector. He exclaimed in an agitated voice: "Hear this, Archbishop of Paris, Congressman; the sister wrongly convicted of witchcraft is hiding in the church of the Holy Land, and the Congress wants to rearrest her, and you agree with them in this practice, and our sister is to be hanged to-morrow. If your church is sacrosanct, so are our sisters. Give us back our sister, or we shall take her away, and we shall rob the church." No sooner had Croban's words ceased than thirty strong brethren rushed up and banged on the gates of Notre Dame de Paris. The eleven stone steps in front of Notre Dame were filled with a mass of men armed with weapons. Just as the men were rushing forward with one accord, suddenly thick and long beams fell from the air, killing twelve men at once, and the people fled in terror. Shortly afterward, Croban commanded the crowd to shoot at the front wall of the church with bows and arrows and muskets. The inhabitants of Paris were awakened by the sound of shouting and killing, he he opened the window and stretched out his head to look out; the enraged warriors with bows and arrows, muskets shot at the windows, the horrified citizens quickly closed the windows. Croban contemplated the countermeasures and commanded the strong brothers to carry the pillars and ram them against the gate of Notre Dame; unexpectedly, many more stones fell from the air and landed on the warriors like rain; heaps of brothers were killed and hundreds of people were bleeding from the blows. Everyone pounded the gate even harder, the panels broke, the carvings scattered and burst into the air, the gate shook, and the stones that fell like rain were not enough to repel the people's attack. Just as everyone was joining in the assault on the gate, two streams of molten lead poured from the top into the thick crowd, scalding some to death before they could scream, and sending out howls that tore at the heart of the people. Croban sent around for a ladder. The deputy bishop's brother, Jaon Vorono, carried the great ladder and scrambled to be the first to climb it to the belfry. However, the ladder was pushed away by Gazimodo, who, mistakenly believing that the men had come to "rob" Esmeralda, was alone in the "resistance". The sixteen-year-old Ja?o was thrown to his death by Gazimodo, who carried him by his feet and dropped him in the bushes below the church. The vagabonds, desperate to save their sister, the symbol of beauty and goodness in their ideals, rushed back and forth to the forbidden land of Notre Dame. The square was filled with shouts, fires and flames. The rulers panicked at the sight, and the royal guards reported the news of the attack on Notre Dame by 6,000 civilians to the king, who ordered Louis XI to "kill all the civilians and hang the witches." The Royal Guards were mobilized, millions of torches shone as if it were day, and the Captain of the Guards, Fabi, led a troop of horses to attack the insurrectionists. The vagabonds resisted to the death; the brave Croban was struck down by the bullets of sin; the cannonballs of the royal army kept on shooting at the crowd that had lost its leader; a great number of the common people fell in a pool of blood, and a great number of corpses were left in the square in front of Notre Dame, while the rest of the people were only dispersed to flee for their lives. The deaf and one-eyed Quasimodo thought that he had "broken" the crowd that had "robbed" the girl, and he foolishly thought that the gypsy girl under his protection was safe. When he entered the hut where Esmeralda was staying with the joy of a victor, he froze and was shocked to see that the room was empty. Where is the girl he risked his life to protect? The original Esméharda by Crowder to take advantage of the chaos to trick away. Esméharda to come to her "rescue" masked men in black out of instinctive resentment, but with him along with the girl's companion Gangowa. Esmeralda followed them down the tower and across the wasteland toward the shore. They got into the boat, and the little goat followed close behind. The shore was ablaze with torches as the Royal Guard searched for the gypsy girl and his little goat. Gangowa clung to the lamb; he alone could not save two at once; the girl would not follow the men in black. When they come to the square under the gallows and the masked man reveals Crowder's true colors to woo the wench, the wench refuses. Esmeralda falls to her knees under the gallows, and she says to Crowder in sorrow and despair, "It (meaning the gallows) does not yet frighten me as much as you do." No matter how much Crowder cries and intimidates, Esméharda just can't love him and refuses to be saved from Crowder. Crowder viciously surrenders Esméharda to the maddened friar Gudiel. Gudiel had her only daughter stolen by the Gypsies sixteen years earlier; she hated the Gypsies to the point of madness. When she saw Crowder handing her a Gypsy girl in the small, broken house, a fierce light came into her eyes, and she exerted all her strength to tear the innocent girl to pieces. While she was tearing at it with all her might, a little embroidered shoe suddenly fell from Esmeralda's breast; it was a pair with the one she held in her hand. In the pouch containing the shoe was also a piece of parchment, on which was written, "If this shoe be a pair, thy mother hold thee in her arms." It was a miracle that the mother and daughter recognized each other in their distress. With the strength of her life, the mother broke the bars of the window with a stone and hid her daughter in a small room only big enough for one person. But the pursuers came, and Crowder indicated that Esméharda was hiding here. Despite the pleas of her mother, who was already mad about her daughter, Crowder ordered the royal guards to take Esméharda from her by force. Esméharda was tied to the execution ground, a heart has been broken mother saw her own daughter lost, gained and lost, tragic disappointment to the extreme. She calls out to her daughter, who is not a gypsy, but the daughter of a Christian who was stolen from her childhood; she is not a witch, she is a good girl. But the sinful Papacy and the feudal rulers showed no mercy, and Esmeralda was finally put to death. Biting the executioner's hand, the mother touched her head to the ground in despair and fell to her death.
The culprit who killed Esméharda, Crowder, perched on the belfry of Notre Dame, watched with his own eyes as Esméharda, whom he wanted but could not have, was hanged, and smiled a devilish smile. In the immense grief of Quasimodo saw Crowder face a devilish smile, he stretched out two big hands, will Crowder a push, Crowder from the bell tower of Notre Dame fell down, hanging on the sink struggled for a while, soon fell into the abyss to go. Quasimodo wept and said with a thousand pains, "Ho, all those whom I once loved!" In the evening, Gazimodo, the bell-ringer of Notre Dame, disappeared.
Gangoire rescues the little goat, and Captain Fabi marries.
Eighteen months later, the bodies of a man and a woman were found in the cellar of Montefogon, where Esmejarda was buried, and the man's body held the woman's body close to him. The male body was hunched, lame, and had no broken neck bones, apparently Quasimodo; the female body, with a beaded chain and a bag around her neck, was apparently Esmeralda.
"Notre Dame de Paris" this romantic novel, through the Esmeralda as the representative of the good and innocent civilians by the church and the feudal autocracy destruction, persecution, until the death of the tragic story, a powerful revelation and indictment of the church and the feudal autocracy crimes.
Esmeharda, the y sympathetic positive protagonist of the novel, is a sincere, kind and beautiful young girl. She is stolen by gypsies while still in her infancy. Growing up, she wanders the streets, sells her art for a living, joins the company of vagabonds, and has tasted life