Fromont and Risler — Volume 1 - Softcover
Excerpt: ...disdain no compliment. Sometimes, leaving the Chebes and Delobelle in the midst of the fete, Risler would go into the fields with his brother and the "little one" in search of flowers for patterns for his wall-papers. Frantz, with his long arms, would pull down the highest branches of a hawthorn, or would climb a park wall to pick a leaf of graceful shape he had spied on the other side. But they reaped their richest harvests on the banks of the stream. There they found those flexible plants, with long swaying stalks, which made such a lovely effect on hangings, tall, straight reeds, and the volubilis, whose flower, opening suddenly as if in obedience to a caprice, resembles a living face, some one looking at you amid the lovely, quivering foliage. Risler arranged his bouquets artistically, drawing his inspiration from the very nature of the plants, trying to understand thoroughly their manner of life, which can not be divined after the withering of one day. Then, when the bouquet was completed, tied with a broad blade of grass as with a ribbon, and slung over Frantz's back, away they went. Risler, always engrossed in his art, looked about for subjects, for possible combinations, as they walked along. "Look there, little one-see that bunch of lily of the valley, with its white bells, among those eglantines. What do you think? Wouldn't that be pretty against a sea-green or pearl-gray background?" But Sidonie cared no more for lilies of the valley than for eglantine. Wild flowers always seemed to her like the flowers of the poor, something like her lilac dress. She remembered that she had seen flowers of a different sort at the house of M. Gardinois, at the Chateau de Savigny, in the hothouses, on the balconies, and all about the gravelled courtyard bordered with tall urns. Those were the flowers she loved; that was her idea of the country! The little stations in the outskirts of Paris are so terribly crowded and stuffy on those Sunday evenings in...
"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
About the Author:
Alphonse Daudet wurde am 13.05.1840 in Nîmes/Provence geboren; er starb am 16.12.1897 in Paris.Alphonse verlebte seine Kindheit in Lyon. Nach dem Bankrott seines Vaters war er 1856 gezwungen, die Schule zu verlassen. Er arbeitete dann als Amtsdiener in Alès.1857 zog er nach Paris zu seinem älteren Bruder Ernest. Alphonse begann dort seine schriftstellerische Tätigkeit. 1860 wurde er Sekretär des Herzogs von Morny, von der Pension nach dem Tode des Herzogs konnte er seine schriftstellerische Tätigkeit finanzieren.
"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.
- PublisherAeterna
- Publication date2024
- ISBN 10 1444420011
- ISBN 13 9781444420012
- BindingPaperback
- Number of pages63
(No Available Copies)
Search Books: Create a WantIf you know the book but cannot find it on AbeBooks, we can automatically search for it on your behalf as new inventory is added. If it is added to AbeBooks by one of our member booksellers, we will notify you!
Create a Want