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Wydawca: KtoCzyta.pl
Kategoria: Powieści przygodowe i historyczne
Język: polski

Opis

The story of a love triangle from the Middle Ages. The young girl falls in love with the captain of the guard, who once saved her. But an aged priest falls in love with her. Both feelings are perverted, the priest pursues the girl, rolls his life downhill for the sake of „love.” The feeling of his religiosity is even more distorted. The girl is madly in love, she is also ready to give everything and die for the sake of a man who is absolutely indifferent to him and doesn’t care when they want to hang the girl because of an attempt on him.

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Contents

PREFACE

VOLUME I

BOOK FIRST

CHAPTER I. THE GRAND HALL

CHAPTER II. PIERRE GRINGOIRE

CHAPTER III. MONSIEUR THE CARDINAL

CHAPTER IV. MASTER JACQUES COPPENOLE

CHAPTER V. QUASIMODO

CHAPTER VI. ESMERALDA

BOOK SECOND

CHAPTER I. FROM CHARYBDIS TO SCYLLA

CHAPTER II. THE PLACE DE GREVE

CHAPTER III. KISSES FOR BLOWS

CHAPTER IV. THE INCONVENIENCES OF FOLLOWING A PRETTY WOMAN THROUGH THE

CHAPTER V. RESULT OF THE DANGERS

CHAPTER VI. THE BROKEN JUG

CHAPTER VII. A BRIDAL NIGHT

BOOK THIRD

CHAPTER I. NOTRE-DAME

CHAPTER II. A BIRD’S-EYE VIEW OF PARIS

BOOK FOURTH

CHAPTER I. GOOD SOULS

CHAPTER II. CLAUDE FROLLO

CHAPTER III. IMMANIS PECORIS CUSTOS, IMMANIOR IPSE

CHAPTER IV. THE DOG AND HIS MASTER

CHAPTER V. MORE ABOUT CLAUDE FROLLO

CHAPTER VI. UNPOPULARITY

BOOK FIFTH

CHAPTER I. ABBAS BEATI MARTINI

CHAPTER II. THIS WILL KILL THAT

BOOK SIXTH

CHAPTER I. AN IMPARTIAL GLANCE AT THE ANCIENT MAGISTRACY

CHAPTER II. THE RAT-HOLE

CHAPTER III. HISTORY OF A LEAVENED CAKE OF MAIZE

CHAPTER IV. A TEAR FOR A DROP OF WATER

CHAPTER V. END OF THE STORY OF THE CAKE

VOLUME II

CHAPTER I. THE DANGER OF CONFIDING ONE’S SECRET TO A GOAT

CHAPTER II. A PRIEST AND A PHILOSOPHER ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS

CHAPTER III. THE BELLS

CHAPTER IV. ANANKE

CHAPTER V. THE TWO MEN CLOTHED IN BLACK

CHAPTER VI. THE EFFECT WHICH SEVEN OATHS IN THE OPEN AIR CAN PRODUCE

CHAPTER VII. THE MYSTERIOUS MONK

CHAPTER VIII. THE UTILITY OF WINDOWS WHICH OPEN ON THE RIVER

BOOK EIGHTH

CHAPTER I. THE CROWN CHANGED INTO A DRY LEAF

CHAPTER II. CONTINUATION OF THE CROWN WHICH WAS CHANGED INTO A DRY LEAF

CHAPTER III. END OF THE CROWN WHICH WAS TURNED INTO A DRY LEAF

CHAPTER IV. LASCIATE OGNI SPERANZA—LEAVE ALL HOPE BEHIND, YE WHO

CHAPTER V. THE MOTHER

CHAPTER VI. THREE HUMAN HEARTS DIFFERENTLY CONSTRUCTED

BOOK NINTH

CHAPTER I. DELIRIUM

CHAPTER II. HUNCHBACKED, ONE EYED, LAME

CHAPTER III. DEAF

CHAPTER IV. EARTHENWARE AND CRYSTAL

CHAPTER V. THE KEY TO THE RED DOOR

CHAPTER VI. CONTINUATION OF THE KEY TO THE RED DOOR

BOOK TENTH

CHAPTER I. GRINGOIRE HAS MANY GOOD IDEAS IN SUCCESSION. RUE DES

CHAPTER II. TURN VAGABOND

CHAPTER III. LONG LIVE MIRTH

CHAPTER IV. AN AWKWARD FRIEND

CHAPTER V. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS

CHAPTER VI. LITTLE SWORD IN POCKET

CHAPTER VII. CHATEAUPERS TO THE RESCUE

BOOK ELEVENTH

CHAPTER I. THE LITTLE SHOE

CHAPTER II. THE BEAUTIFUL CREATURE CLAD IN WHITE. (Dante.)

CHAPTER III. THE MARRIAGE OF PHOEBUS

CHAPTER IV. THE MARRIAGE OF QUASIMODO

PREFACE

A few years ago, while visiting or, rather, rummaging about Notre-Dame, the author of this book found, in an obscure nook of one of the towers, the following word, engraved by hand upon the wall:–

ANANKE.

These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic caligraphy imprinted upon their forms and upon their attitudes, as though with the purpose of revealing that it had been a hand of the Middle Ages which had inscribed them there, and especially the fatal and melancholy meaning contained in them, struck the author deeply.

He questioned himself; he sought to divine who could have been that soul in torment which had not been willing to quit this world without leaving this stigma of crime or unhappiness upon the brow of the ancient church.

Afterwards, the wall was whitewashed or scraped down, I know not which, and the inscription disappeared. For it is thus that people have been in the habit of proceeding with the marvellous churches of the Middle Ages for the last two hundred years. Mutilations come to them from every quarter, from within as well as from without. The priest whitewashes them, the archdeacon scrapes them down; then the populace arrives and demolishes them.

Thus, with the exception of the fragile memory which the author of this book here consecrates to it, there remains to-day nothing whatever of the mysterious word engraved within the gloomy tower of Notre-Dame,–nothing of the destiny which it so sadly summed up. The man who wrote that word upon the wall disappeared from the midst of the generations of man many centuries ago; the word, in its turn, has been effaced from the wall of the church; the church will, perhaps, itself soon disappear from the face of the earth.

It is upon this word that this book is founded.

March, 1831.

BOOK FIRST

CHAPTER I. THE GRAND HALL

Three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago to-day, the Parisians awoke to the sound of all the bells in the triple circuit of the city, the university, and the town ringing a full peal.

The sixth of January, 1482, is not, however, a day of which history has preserved the memory. There was nothing notable in the event which thus set the bells and the bourgeois of Paris in a ferment from early morning. It was neither an assault by the Picards nor the Burgundians, nor a hunt led along in procession, nor a revolt of scholars in the town of Laas, nor an entry of “our much dread lord, monsieur the king,” nor even a pretty hanging of male and female thieves by the courts of Paris. Neither was it the arrival, so frequent in the fifteenth century, of some plumed and bedizened embassy. It was barely two days since the last cavalcade of that nature, that of the Flemish ambassadors charged with concluding the marriage between the dauphin and Marguerite of Flanders, had made its entry into Paris, to the great annoyance of M. le Cardinal de Bourbon, who, for the sake of pleasing the king, had been obliged to assume an amiable mien towards this whole rustic rabble of Flemish burgomasters, and to regale them at his Hôtel de Bourbon, with a very “pretty morality, allegorical satire, and farce,” while a driving rain drenched the magnificent tapestries at his door.

What put the “whole population of Paris in commotion,” as Jehan de Troyes expresses it, on the sixth of January, was the double solemnity, united from time immemorial, of the Epiphany and the Feast of Fools.

On that day, there was to be a bonfire on the Place de Grève, a maypole at the Chapelle de Braque, and a mystery at the Palais de Justice. It had been cried, to the sound of the trumpet, the preceding evening at all the cross roads, by the provost’s men, clad in handsome, short, sleeveless coats of violet camelot, with large white crosses upon their breasts.

So the crowd of citizens, male and female, having closed their houses and shops, thronged from every direction, at early morn, towards some one of the three spots designated.

Each had made his choice; one, the bonfire; another, the maypole; another, the mystery play. It must be stated, in honor of the good sense of the loungers of Paris, that the greater part of this crowd directed their steps towards the bonfire, which was quite in season, or towards the mystery play, which was to be presented in the grand hall of the Palais de Justice (the courts of law), which was well roofed and walled; and that the curious left the poor, scantily flowered maypole to shiver all alone beneath the sky of January, in the cemetery of the Chapel of Braque.

The populace thronged the avenues of the law courts in particular, because they knew that the Flemish ambassadors, who had arrived two days previously, intended to be present at the representation of the mystery, and at the election of the Pope of the Fools, which was also to take place in the grand hall.

It was no easy matter on that day, to force one’s way into that grand hall, although it was then reputed to be the largest covered enclosure in the world (it is true that Sauval had not yet measured the grand hall of the Château of Montargis). The palace place, encumbered with people, offered to the curious gazers at the windows the aspect of a sea; into which five or six streets, like so many mouths of rivers, discharged every moment fresh floods of heads. The waves of this crowd, augmented incessantly, dashed against the angles of the houses which projected here and there, like so many promontories, into the irregular basin of the place. In the centre of the lofty Gothic* façade of the palace, the grand staircase, incessantly ascended and descended by a double current, which, after parting on the intermediate landing-place, flowed in broad waves along its lateral slopes,–the grand staircase, I say, trickled incessantly into the place, like a cascade into a lake. The cries, the laughter, the trampling of those thousands of feet, produced a great noise and a great clamor. From time to time, this noise and clamor redoubled; the current which drove the crowd towards the grand staircase flowed backwards, became troubled, formed whirlpools. This was produced by the buffet of an archer, or the horse of one of the provost’s sergeants, which kicked to restore order; an admirable tradition which the provostship has bequeathed to the constablery, the constablery to the maréchaussée, the maréchaussée to our gendarmeri of Paris.

* The word Gothic, in the sense in which it is generally employed, is wholly unsuitable, but wholly consecrated. Hence we accept it and we adopt it, like all the rest of the world, to characterize the architecture of the second half of the Middle Ages, where the ogive is the principle which succeeds the architecture of the first period, of which the semi-circle is the father.

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