Chapter 921:

They visited Germany and France from Italy. I, their eldest son, was born in Naples, still a baby, and accompanied them on their strolls. I kept their only child for several years. Although they are reluctant to part with each other, they seem to have drawn endless emotions from the endless love and gave them to me. My gentle comfort to my mother and a compassionate smile to me are memories of my father. I am their plaything, their idol, and there are better things—their children, the innocent and helpless creatures that heaven has given them, they have nurtured beauty, and their future destiny lies in happiness or suffering. When they perform their duties to me. With a deep awareness of giving life to life,
For a long time, I have been their only care. My mother really wants to have a daughter, but I continue to be their single offspring. When I was about five years old, they spent a week on the shore of Lake Como while traveling in the countryside. Their benevolent character often makes them enter the villa of the poor. For my mother, this is more than just a duty; it is a necessity and passion to remember the pain she suffered and how she relieved her, because she can take action to transfer the guardian angel to the sick. During a walk, a poor folded crib was strangely loose and attracted their attention, and the half-clothed child surrounding it spoke of its worst shape. One day, my father went to Milan alone and visited the residence with his mother. She found a farmer and his wife working hard, bending over under care and labor, and distributed porridge to five hungry babies. One of them attracted my mother, far more than all other mothers. She showed up another stock. The other four are dark-eyed, tenacious little wanderers. This child is very thin and fair. Her hair is the brightest blonde alive, and although the clothes are rotten, it seems to have a crown on her head. Her forehead is clear and plump, her blue eyes are cloudless, and the expressions on her lips and face express sensitivity and sweetness, so that no one does not look at her, just like a unique species, a heavenly manner, she Celestial imprints on all features. Distribute the porridge to five hungry babies. One of them attracted my mother, far more than all other mothers. She showed up another stock. The other four are dark-eyed, tenacious little wanderers. This child is very thin and fair. Her hair is the brightest blonde alive, and although the clothes are rotten, it seems to have a crown on her head. Her forehead is clear and plump, her blue eyes are cloudless, and the expressions on her lips and face express sensitivity and sweetness, so that no one does not look at her, just like a unique species, a heavenly manner, she Celestial imprints on all features. Distribute the porridge to five hungry babies. One of them attracted my mother, far more than all other mothers. She showed up another stock. The other four are dark-eyed, tenacious little wanderers. This child is very thin and fair. Her hair is the brightest blonde alive, and although the clothes are rotten, it seems to have a crown on her head. Her forehead is clear and plump, her blue eyes are cloudless, and the expressions on her lips and face express sensitivity and sweetness, so that no one does not look at her, just like a unique species, a heavenly manner, she Celestial imprints on all features. Tenacious little stray; this child is thin and fair. Her hair is the brightest blonde alive, and although the clothes are rotten, it seems to have a crown on her head. Her forehead is clear and plump, her blue eyes are cloudless, and the expressions on her lips and face express sensitivity and sweetness, so that no one does not look at her, just like a unique species, a heavenly manner, she Celestial imprints on all features. Tenacious little stray; this child is thin and fair. Her hair is the brightest blonde alive, and although the clothes are rotten, it seems to have a crown on her head. Her forehead is clear and plump, her blue eyes are cloudless, and the expressions on her lips and face express sensitivity and sweetness, so that no one does not look at her, just like a unique species, a heavenly manner, she Celestial imprints on all features.
This peasant woman thought that my mother stared at the wonder and admiration of this lovely girl and eagerly conveyed her history. She is not her child, but the daughter of a Milanese nobleman. Her mother was German and died in childbirth. Babies have been taken care of by these good people: they were better off then. They did not get married for a long time, only the firstborn was born. Their father was one of the Italians who had been brought up to commemorate the ancient glory of Italy, and one of them was a man who tried his best to fight for the freedom of his country. He became a victim of his weakness. Whether he is dead or still wandering in the Austrian dungeon is unclear. His property was confiscated. His children became orphans and beggars. She continued to be with her adoptive parents, blooming in their rude residence, more beautiful than the roses in the garden among black-leaf thorns.
When my father came back from Milan, he found that the child playing with me in the lobby of our villa was more beautiful than the angel in the painting. This is a creature that seems to radiate light from her appearance, and its shape and movement are lighter than the suede on the mountain. The ghost was quickly explained. With his permission, my mother surpassed her simple guardian and gave in to her. They like this sweet orphan. Her arrival seemed a blessing to them, but when Providence provided her with such powerful protection, it was unfair to her to plunge her into poverty and deprivation. They consulted their country pastor, and it turned out that Elizabeth Ravensa became a prisoner of my parents' house. I was better than my sister, a beautiful and admired companion for all my professions and pleasures.
Everyone loves Elizabeth. When I shared it, everyone thought she was full of passion and almost noble attachment, which made me feel proud and happy. The night before she was taken to my house, her mother said mischievously: "I gave Victor a beautiful gift, and he will do it tomorrow." The next day, when she gave Elizabeth to me as her promise At the time of the gift, I carefully explained her words with a naive attitude and regarded Elizabeth as my protection, love and cherishment. All the compliments I get are due to my own possession. We greeted each other in the name of cousins. Without saying a word, it is impossible to express the kind of relationship she has to me-I am more important than my sister, because she is mine until death.
We grew up together; our ages are not much different by a year. I need not say that we are no strangers to any kind of division or dispute. Harmony is the soul we accompany, and the diversity and contrast in our character brings us closer. Elizabeth is calmer and calmer. However, after my various efforts, I was able to apply it more widely, and I became more fascinated by the desire for knowledge. She is busy following the poet's aerial creation. In the majestic scenes surrounding our Swiss homeland-lofty mountains, the changes of the seasons, storms and calmness, the silence of winter and the life and turbulence of the Alps in summer, she found plenty of room for admiration and joy. When my companion considers the magnificent appearance of things with seriousness and satisfaction, I am happy to investigate the reasons. In my opinion, this world is my holy secret. Curiosity, the careful study of the laws of nature, the joy of ecstasy, as they showed me, are the earliest feelings I can remember.
After the birth of my two sons, two and seven years old, my parents gave up their wandering life completely and fixed themselves in their homeland. We own a house in Geneva and a Campagne on the east bank of the lake, more than an alliance from the city. We mainly live in the latter, and my parents died in a rather secluded environment. My temper is to avoid crowds and be keen on a few people. Therefore, I am indifferent to all my alumni. But I united the closest friendship between each other. Henry Clever was the son of a Geneva merchant. He is a genius and wizard boy. He likes career, hardship, and even danger for his own sake. He is deeply read in books of knights and romance. He composed heroic songs and began to write many stories about magic and knight adventures. He tried to make us act and pretend to be masks,
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