The fate in the book is the most tragic, a woman killed by fate and the cool world. I devoted myself to love when I was young, and I was abandoned by a fickle man just after I got pregnant. When she is alone, Cosette-child, flesh and blood, hope, center, faith, God-is her lighthouse in the sudden hurricane waves, the empty thread of a kite, the burden of sinking into the sea, and the chain that binds her life. In order to survive, she dug up her own flesh and blood-Cosette-and gave it to the jackal. From luxurious food to crude clothes and simple meals, I was ashamed to go out on the street because of crude clothes at first, and then I went down as if nothing had happened. Poor and honest, she said, "What are you afraid of?" ! I often tell myself that I only sleep for five hours, and the rest time will be spent on sewing, so that I can always have a casual meal. And people eat less when they are in a hurry. In addition, there are pain and sadness, on the one hand, a little bread, on the other hand, some troubles, which are enough to feed me. "
And the wolf kept talking.
Ten francs, beautiful hair, cut it! "My child won't be cold any more. I made clothes for her with my hair. " She wore a small flat hat to cover her bald head. She is still beautiful.
Two napoleons, a pair of beautiful front teeth, pulled out. "This is just right. My child will not die. That disease scares me. Now she is saved. I am also relieved. "
"One hundred francs! But where are the chances of earning five francs a day? Fuck it! " She said, "Let's sell them all." People with bad karma become prostitutes.
When we thought that fate had finished playing tricks on this woman in bad karma and left her aside with great interest, it inadvertently turned back and kicked her into another abyss. Mr. Jia wears thin and exposed clothes in winter, and a mass of snow is stuffed behind his neck. He was whisked away by the police and sentenced to six months in prison. Laughing and crying, haha, look at that godmother who wags her tail and squeaks. Oh, bitches are better than prostitutes. Look at that prostitute crying and laughing, begging for freedom.
Fantine resented Mayor Madeleine until she entered the police station. He wanted her to lose her job, hair, front teeth and virginity. He forced her to put her body and soul on the selling platform. And these were just misunderstandings, so when Madeleine rescued her from prison, she was shaking from head to toe. That is, the angel, the savior, but it happened that it was the mayor who hated her guts and always thought it was the culprit of all her pains, that Madeleine! He saved her right after she insulted him severely!
Later, Fantine's death was tragic. Like her life, she died in fear.
In other words, what does Fantine's story tell us? It means that society bought a slave.
From whom? Buy from poverty.
Buy from hunger, cold, loneliness, abandonment and poverty. A distressing thing. A man's soul gets a loaf of bread. Poverty sells, society buys.
Cosette:
Her happiness contrasted with Fantine's pain. Cosette is like a wisp of smoke, a transparent thin wing, a shadow that is not three-dimensional, and a sloth climbing branches. She is weak, ignorant, simple-minded, adrift and at the mercy of others. She has had some detailed thoughts herself, and the smoke accompanying the fire of love will always go with the wind. Like a soft green vine, she climbed from the bough of Jean Valjean to the Yushu of Marius, and her heart followed her, leaving only traces of her past and clinging to the branches.
Marius:
As a young man, there is always a youthful stupidity. On the one hand, I deeply understand the righteousness, on the other hand, I do something wrong, on the one hand, I repay my grievances with virtue, on the other hand, I repay my grievances with virtue; On the one hand, he is blind and stupid, on the one hand, he believes in love and pursues his ideals, on the other hand, he is trapped in a love prison and wants to die; On the one hand, it is pure and kind, on the other hand, it is hard to believe and keep people away. Even the seemingly perfect ending is not the same as repenting and turning over a new leaf, but on the other hand, helping the tiger to return to the mountain.
Thenardier:
Two beasts, a pair of jackals, primitive people, poisonous dragons made by nature.
Thenardier was a short, thin, blue-faced, scrawny man who looked sick but completely healthy. His eyes are as smooth as a weasel, and his face is as gentle as a scholar. Madame Thenardier, she is a tall, blonde, red-skinned, fat, fleshy, broad-shouldered, huge-waisted, burly and energetic woman. Dominate, rampage, she is an elephant; Lie down and rest, her fangs are exposed. She is a wild boar.
This woman is an ugly creature. She only loves children and is afraid of her husband. She became a mother because she was a mammal. Moreover, her maternal love is limited to two daughters and never involves boys; For him, this man has only one wish: to get rich.
Kidnapping, doing all kinds of evil, ended in the tragic death of the woman, while the man was supported by Marius and began to sell black slaves.
Bishop Bienvenu:
Contrary to Thenardier's role, he is a perfect man, an angel with broken wings, a rainbow light on earth and a representative of God.
Everything about him. The small garden in the yard is for him to wander around, and the vast sky is for him to wander around. There is something under his feet for him to cultivate and harvest, and something on his head for him to discuss and think. There are several flowers in the ground and ten thousand stars in the sky.
His thoughts. How many people are trying to find gold, but he is just trying to find compassion. The sorrow of the whole world is his. The ubiquitous pain provided him with the opportunity to do good at any time. "You should love each other." He said that if you can do this, everything is enough, and you don't need to ask for anything. This is all his teaching.
What he believes. Some people say that what people need is real despair. It makes people calm, it makes you humble, and it makes you only return to your heart. Despair is not discouragement, but "fate belongs to fate, and your own belongs to yourself". As for Bishop Bienvenu, he never despaired, nor was he moved by fear. When someone hits him in the left face, turn around and hit him in the right face. He believes that "God's belongs to God and his own belongs to himself", but he does good deeds without asking about the future.
What he changed. When Jean Valjean was caught by the police and confronted with the stolen silver, he not only excused him, but also sent the last silver candlestick. Did he just send a candlestick No, there is candlelight, there is light, there is the power of beat the devil, there is a sword to split the darkness, and there is the fruit of soul redemption.
Jean Valjean:
A fruit grower is a self-cultivation scholar. As Marius noticed, he is good at talking and even elegant to some extent. But something seems to be missing. He lacks what an upper-class gentleman has, but he surpasses it in some places.
A criminal and a self-confessed criminal. As he himself said: Yes, I was sent by the defendant! Yes! Being followed, being hunted! By who? One person. I stand in my way, I drag myself, I push myself, I arrest myself, I execute myself. A person who catches himself is really caught.
Emily Dickinson once wrote a poem: If I have never seen the sun, I can stand the darkness, but the sun has turned my desolation into a new desolation. Jean Valjean was never lonely, but he struggled in the dark, gave birth to a baby and remained in nirvana for the rest of his life. After he came out of that deformed and dark thing called prison, the bishop had hurt his soul, just as too strong light would hurt his eyes just coming out of the darkness. The future life will always be pure, glorious and completely possible before his eyes, which will make him tremble and marvel. He really doesn't know what to do. Criminals, like owls who suddenly see the sunrise, are carried away by virtue and almost blind.
He was reborn from the little Rilwell incident and honestly helped the poor. He once held an important position in the government and became a moral model for the mayor. He went to clarify his atonement after hearing that another bad karma man was being punished for him. One of the highlights of this book is that Jean Valjean is clarifying the misunderstanding, light or darkness, life or death, and the most painful chapters.
An honest man, but also an ignorant fool. In Thenardier's shop, when he first met Cosette, he only asked for water to stay in the stable, but he was willing to pay five francs for Cosette's lost socks. Cosette saw that she liked Thenardier's children's dolls, so she bought her a fairy doll that the whole village had watched all day. In order to satisfy Cosette's almost impossible fantasy-wooden shoes were placed in the fireplace waiting for surprises-a golden Louis was released; In order to redeem her freedom, Thenardier cheated her out of 1500 francs; Later, I developed the quirk of eating chaff and living in the stable, and let Cosette eat and live in the boudoir. Even before he died, he asked Marius "Monsieur Pontmercy. This is innocent money, and you can enjoy wealth. You should have a car, book a box in the theater from time to time, make some beautiful dance costumes, and my Cosette, entertain your friends with a feast and live a very happy life. "
Javert:
Ah, Javert, a loyal to the law, a moral cavalry, a defender of order, a freezer of human feelings, absolute loyalty, absolute justice, absolute stubbornness, absolute persistence, an emissary with bright and dark wings.
As the original words in the book say: He, Javert, is the personification of law, light and truth, and he is carrying out the task of eliminating evil on their behalf. He has infinite strength, reason, justice, the spirit of the rule of law, public opinion, and stars holding the moon. He maintained social order, he denounced the law, he eliminated violence for society, he defended absolute truth, and he stood in the center of divine light; Although he is a shoo-in, he still has the courage to provoke and fight; He stood upright, dignified and dignified, and filled the sky with the superhuman strength of a brave god. The terrible shadow of the task he is carrying out makes people see the cold light of the sword symbolizing social power from his clenched fist. He stepped on sin, ugliness, rebellion, depravity and hell with his heel happily and resentfully. He is radiant. He never blinks when he kills people. he had a broad grin on his face. This great God really has a great spirit.
Javert was fierce, but never mean.
Honesty, sincerity, integrity, self-confidence and loyalty to one's post will become ugly when misinterpreted, but even if it is ugly, it still has its greatness; Their majesty is unique to human conscience, so it still exists in ugliness. These are all good qualities with shortcomings, and this shortcoming is that mistakes will be made. People who cling to a certain belief have a kind of unfaithful and honest joy when they are violent. Such happiness has inexplicably become a gloomy and admirable light. Javert, in his terrible happiness, deserves sympathy like every successful villain. What that face shows, we can call it the evil of the good. There is nothing worse and more terrible in the world.
Javert persevered in searching for Jean Valjean again and again, and was later released by Jean Valjean in street fighting. He also gave up arresting Jean Valjean.
From then on, he wavered and lost himself. He asked himself, "What happened to him? He is looking for himself and can't find it. " He is in great pain. In order to lose firm confidence, he felt that he had been uprooted. A new world appeared in his mind: accepting good deeds and rewarding them. This spirit of sacrifice, kindness and forgiveness, out of compassion, violates strict law and discipline, respects individuals, and there will be no final judgment and no more sin of going to hell. The eyes of the law may shed a tear. An indescribable God runs counter to human justice. He saw a strange moral sun rising horribly in the dark. He was disgusted, but dazzled. An owl was forced to look down on the eagle.
He could not refute that the previous road might be wrong, nor could he face up to the fact that there was another road of humanity on the other side, so he threw himself into the river.
Javert is as complicated as the assistant bishop in Notre Dame de Paris. They are all human, responsible and have the pursuit of truth; However, some people can't get rid of sociality. In Western Europe in the Middle Ages, the Catholic Church was the most powerful feudal main group, and it was also a tool for the feudal main class to carry out spiritual rule. In western European countries, almost everyone is a Catholic. From birth to death, from thought to action, it is inseparable from the Catholic Church and is ruled by it. The foul air in his body will only get worse. The social background and special social status of his life determine his thoughts and behaviors.
It's hard to imagine how a person can be so deeply poisoned by this world, making his whole body and mind, all thoughts and all beliefs so evil as hatred. In the face of religious mothers, he is convinced that they are bright angels and need respect.
Eponine:
I personally think that she and Javert are the most beautiful characters in the book. The role of Eponine is not written much in the book, but its beauty is exciting. Beauty lies in love, love is the separation of mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be flat.
Eponine's image in the first act is described like this. That is a pale, thin and shriveled person. She only wore a shirt and a skirt, and her naked body trembled with cold. One rope replaced the belt, the other rope replaced the hat, two pointed shoulders protruded from the shirt, the skin was as white as lymph, the collarbone was full of dust, the hands were red, the mouth was half open, the corners of the mouth were drooping, a few teeth were missing, the eyes were dull, bold and humble, the figure was like an immature girl, and the eyes were like a degenerate old woman, fifty and fifteen years old were mixed together.
What is particularly distressing is that this girl was not born ugly. In her early childhood, she was even beautiful. The elegant demeanor of youth is still fighting against the old ugliness brought about by depravity and poverty. The beautiful aftertaste is still disappearing on this 16-year-old face, just like the dawn in the middle of winter, and the bleak glow disappears behind the ugly dark clouds.
Because of poverty, Thenardier, his father, went to the point of sacrificing his daughter. He is betting his fate with his two daughters. Judging from the vulgar language she heard, it is very likely that these two unfortunate wretched people are still doing an unknown ambiguous thing, and the consequences of all this are the reality of human society, a tragic creature who is neither a child nor a girl nor a woman, and an impure childish monster caused by hardship and poverty.
Some distressing creatures, regardless of name, age and sex, have been unable to distinguish good from evil. When they leave their childhood, they lose everything in the world, freedom, chastity and responsibility. Yesterday withered and today's soul is released, just like those flowers that fall in the middle of the street, splashing mud, just waiting for a wheel to run over.
And it is this monster, this withered flower and bone flower, who has paid attention to and admired Marius for a long time. She showed off her literacy in Marius' room and said to him, "Do you know, Monsieur Marius? You are a very beautiful man. "
When Marius asked Eponine for help, Miss Delaitre's eyes changed from depression to happiness. When she heard that someone asked her to help find Cosette's address, her eyes changed from happy to melancholy.
One day long after Cosette disappeared, she came to Marius and stopped, with a little smile on her yellow face. She was speechless for a long time. "I finally found you!" She finally said this sentence. She came to tell him cosette's address. She bit her lip, as if she couldn't make up her mind, and she was fighting inside. Finally, she seems to have made up her mind. "I have found the address." When he heard the news and dragged her to look for it, she pulled her hand back and went on with a tone that could make onlookers feel distressed, but it never affected the intoxicated Marius. Look how happy you are! "
When they were dating intimately, Eponine's father and some robbers tried to rob Cosette's house, and she stood in their way again.
Then Jean Valjean fled with Cosette and disappeared again. Marius, who lost what he loved, devoted himself to death and devoted himself to the revolutionary struggle. Eponine came to see him, too, and saw him before she was injured and hit in the palm and died.
She almost sat up, but her voice was low and she was out of breath. Sometimes she has to stop to catch her breath. She put her face as close to that of Marius as possible. She continued with a strange expression: "Listen, I don't want to play a trick on you. I have a letter in my pocket, which is for you. It was in my pocket yesterday. I was asked to put it in the mailbox. But I took it off. I don't want you to receive this letter. But when we meet again, you may blame me. Dead people can meet again, can't they? Take your letter. "
"Promise me, when I die, please kiss me on my forehead. I will feel it. " She said
She leaned her head on Marius' knee again and closed her eyes. He thinks the poor man has gone out of his body. Eponine lay motionless. Suddenly, just when Marius thought she had gone to sleep, she slowly opened her eyes again, revealing that deep and ethereal expression that was not human. She said in a sad tone from another world:
"Besides, listen to me, Mr. Marius, I think I have loved you for a long time."
She finally smiled again and died suddenly.
Love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be flat. What kind of love is that you don't want to disappoint your lover or get hurt, even if you are unhappy and dissatisfied, you don't want to be unimaginable. Can we meet again after death? Want to see you again after you die?