The Count of Monte Cristo is the hero of the French masterpiece The Count of Monte Cristo by Dumas (1802- 1870).
The count of Monte Cristo was originally a crew member of a cargo ship. Because he is honest, he has a happy and beautiful lover, who was framed by several despicable enemies and imprisoned in 14. After he was released from prison, his revenge was undoubtedly pleasing the people. He believes that he is blessed by God. As long as he is honest and upright, he should not be blamed, even if the means are cruel and thorough.
The Count of Monte Cristo is an excellent novel. The hero is brilliant, elegant and unforgettable.
One of the most famous sentences appears in the last chapter of the novel:
There is no happiness and no pain in the world. Compare only two situations. Only those who have experienced the greatest misfortune can truly feel happiness and enjoy the happiness of life. Always remember that before God reveals the future of mankind, human wisdom is contained in two words: wait and hope.
Since the novel came out, the author's philosophy of life has been talked about by the world.
Content introduction
Entrusted by the captain, Don Tess, the first mate of the Pharaoh, sent a letter to the Napoleonic Party. He was framed by two despicable guys and a judge and sentenced to death. Father Faria, a cellmate, taught him all kinds of knowledge and told him the secret of a batch of treasures buried in Monte Cristo before his death. Don Tess found the treasure after he escaped from prison and became a rich man. From then on, he assumed the alias of Count of Monte Cristo, and after careful planning, he repaid his benefactor and punished his enemies. This book is full of romantic legends, with novel chapters and fascinating chapters.
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At this moment, Albert and Franz came along. "Time and place are really not suitable for introduction," Albert said, "but we are not superstitious people. Monsieur Morrel, allow me to introduce you to Monsieur Franz Epinay. He is an interesting traveling companion, and I traveled all over Italy with him. My dear Franz, this is Maximilian Morrel. When I didn't know you, we were good friends, and soon you will know that whenever I want to talk about friendliness, wit and kindness, I will mention his name. "
Morrel hesitated for a moment. The other side is his secret enemy. It would be hypocritical if he greeted him warmly. But he remembered his promise and the present situation. He managed to hide his emotions and bowed to Franz.
"mademoiselle de villefort is very sad, isn't she?" Debray asked Franz.
"Very sad," he replied. "She was so pale this morning that I could hardly recognize her."
These seemingly simple words hurt Morrel's heart. So this man met Valentine and talked to her! The arrogant young officer used all his willpower to stop himself from breaking his promise. He took Chateau-Renaud by the arm and walked to the grave. Undertaker has carried two coffins into the grave.
"This mansion is magnificent," Beauchamp said, looking at the grave. "This is a palace suitable for both winter and summer. In the future, at the right time, you will also go in, my dear Epinay, because you will soon become a member of that family. And I, like a philosopher, like to have a small country house and build a hut under those trees. I don't want to put so many stones on myself. After my death, I will write to the French poet and playwright Peron Peron (1689- 1773). That sentence,' go to the country and finish it.' Tell it to people around you. But forget it, Franz. Anyway, it's your wife who inherits the property. "
"Beauchamp," said Franz, "you are unbearable. Politics makes you scoff at everything, and people who manipulate these things have the habit of not believing. When you are lucky enough to be with ordinary people and leave politics for a while, try to find your friendly heart. When you go to the House of Representatives or the House of Lords, you may have left it somewhere with your cane. "
"oh! Oh, my God! " Beauchamp said, "What is life? A short stay in the waiting room can lead to death. "
"I hate Beauchamp." Albert said that he took Franz aside and asked Beauchamp to end his argument with Debray.
Villefort's tomb is made of white marble. It is a square building with a height of about 20 feet. The interior is separate, belonging to the two families of San Milan and Villefort, and each room has a door communicating with the outside world. Some people's graves are like that kind of inferior chest of drawers, and the graves are piled up like drawers. The front of each tomb is engraved with a few lines, which looks like a nameplate. But Villefort's grave is not. Looking through the bronze tomb door, the first thing you see is the solemn front hall. There is a wall between the grave and the front hall. One door leads to Villefort's grave, and the other leads to San Milan's grave. There, they can vent their sadness to their heart's content. Even if boring tourists come to Father Rashid's cemetery for a picnic, even if couples come here for a tryst, they will not be disturbed.
Two coffins were carried into the grave on the right and placed on a shelf prepared in advance. Only Villefort, Franz and several close relatives went to the grave.
A religious ceremony was held in front of the tomb, and no speech was made, so the funeral crowd quickly dispersed; Chateau-Renaud, Albert and Morrel went one way, while Debray and Beauchamp went the other. Franz and M. de Villefort waited at the gate of the cemetery for a while for Morrel's excuse. When he saw Franz and M. Villefort get into a carriage together, he felt that they were going to have a secret conversation, which was an ominous sign for him. On the way back to Paris, although he sat in a carriage with Chateau-Renaud and Albert, he didn't know what they were talking about all the way.
When Franz was about to say goodbye to M. Villefort, Villefort said, "When can I see you again?"
"As long as you like, sir." Replied Franz.
"The sooner the better."
"I am at your command, Sir. Shall we go back together? "
"If that doesn't upset your plan."
"Absolutely not."
So this pair of future Weng Xu stepped into the same carriage, and Morrel was very upset when he watched them pass by. This kind of irritability is justified. Villefort and Franz returned to the Rue Saint-Honnore. Instead of visiting his wife and daughter, the prosecutor hurried into his study and sat the young man in a chair. "Mr. Epinay," he said, "allow me to remind you that although at first glance you may think this time is not appropriate, we should obey the wishes of the deceased. Madame San Milan's message from her funeral bed is that Valentine's wedding should not be postponed. As you know, all the affairs of the deceased were handled in an orderly way. In her will, she left all the property of the San Milan family to Valentine. The lawyer showed me those documents yesterday, so we can draw up the engagement in detail. The notary public is Mr. Disken of St. Honoreboft Square. "
"Sir," replied M. Epinay, "Miss Valentine is very sad now. Maybe she hasn't thought of getting married yet. Really, I'm afraid-"
"Valentine's happiest thing," interrupted M. Villefort, "is to fulfill her grandmother's last wish. I assure you, there will be no obstacles in this regard."
"In that case," replied Franz, "I won't stand in the way. I can arrange the time in the way you like. I have promised this, and I am very happy to keep my promise. "
"So," said Villefort, "everything is ready. The engagement could have been signed three days ago. Don't wait any longer, we can sign the engagement today.
"But now it's in mourning!" Franz said hesitantly.
"Please rest assured," replied Villefort. "Give up for etiquette will never neglect. During those three months of mourning, Miss Villefort can go to San Milan and live in her manor. I say "her manor" because this manor already belongs to her.
Within a week, you can get married there if you like. We don't waste money or treat guests. Madame Saint Milan hopes that her granddaughter can get married there. After the wedding, sir, you can go back to Paris, and your wife will spend her mourning period with her stepmother. "(Chapter 74)
Chapter one hundred and seventeen October 5th
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Around six o'clock in the evening; Milky white mist hangs over the blue sea; The autumn sun shines through this halo and scatters its golden light on the blue sea. The heat in the daytime has gradually subsided, and the breeze blows over the sea, like the breath exhaled by nature after waking up from a nap; A refreshing breeze blows the Mediterranean coast, spreading the fragrance of flowers and plants mixed with fresh seawater everywhere.
In this vast sea from Gibraltar to Neil and from Tunisia to Venice, a neat, beautiful and agile yacht is passing through the light fog at dusk. Like a swan spreading its wings in the wind, it glides smoothly on the water. It quickly and gracefully left a glowing water mark behind it. Gradually, the sun disappeared on the western horizon: but as if to confirm the fantasy of mythologists, the unfinished afterglow danced on the crest like a flame, which seemed to tell people that the sea god Anfei Derity held Vulcan in his arms. Although she tried to hide her lover under her big blue blanket, she could never hide it. Although the wind on the sea is not enough to blow a girl's curly hair, the yacht is very fast. On the bow stood a tall, dark-skinned man. His eyes were wide open, looking at a piece of land under pressure when they approached. This land stands in the boundless waves, like a huge Catalan conical hat.
"Is this the island of Monte Cristo?" The passenger asked in a low, depressed voice. The yacht seems to be sailing according to his orders.
"Yes, my Lord," said the captain, "here we are!"
"Here we are! The passenger repeated this sentence in an indescribable sad voice. Then he whispered, "Yes, that's the port." So he smiled more sadly than tears and fell into a series of thoughts. A few minutes later, I saw a fleeting light on the island, and a gunshot reached the yacht almost at the same time.
"My Lord," said the captain, "the signal came from the island. Do you want to answer it yourself? "
"What signal?"
The captain pointed to the island and a wisp of smoke rose from the edge of the island.
"Ah, yes," he said, as if waking up from a dream. "Give it to me."
The captain gave him a live carbine; The passenger slowly lifted it and fired a shot into the air. Ten minutes later, the sailor put away his sails and anchored 500 feet from the small port. The boat has been put on the water. There are four boatmen and a helmsman on board. The passenger got off the boat, and the stern was covered with a blue carpet as his cushion, but instead of sitting down, he put his hand on his chest. The boatmen waited, their oars half above the water, as if seabirds were drying their wings.
"Let's go," said the passenger. Eight oars were inserted into the water together without splashing a drop of water, and the boat glided forward quickly. After a while, they arrived at a naturally formed small port; The bottom of the boat touched the beach and stopped.
"My Lord, please ride on the shoulders of these two men and let them take you ashore." The young man made an indifferent gesture to this invitation and stepped into the water himself, reaching his waist.
"Ah, my Lord!" The helmsman said softly, "You shouldn't do this. The host will blame us. "
The young man continued to follow the sailor in front. After about thirty steps, they landed on land. The young man stamped his feet on the hard ground and looked around hard. He wanted someone to show him the way, because it was completely dark. Just as he turned around, a hand fell on his shoulder and a voice startled him.
"Hello, Maximilian! You are very punctual, thank you! "
"ah! Is it you, count? " Said the young man in a voice almost happy, holding Monte Cristo's hand tightly with both hands.
"Yes, you see, I also like you for the appointment. But you are still dripping, my dear friend. I have to do what Kylie Purso did to De Lemarcq. Homer's masterpiece "Odyssey": Kylie Purso is the goddess who lives on the island of Ogakia. De Lemarcq's ship was wrecked and was taken to her island after being rescued. I'm telling you, you have to change. Come on, I've prepared a place for you. You will soon forget the fatigue and cold there. "
Monte Cristo found that the young man turned around again, as if waiting for someone. Morrel was surprised that those who brought him left without saying a word. It turned out that they had returned to the yacht, and he could hear them paddling.
"Ah, yes," said the count, "are you looking for those sailors?"
"Yes, they left before I paid them."
"Leave it alone, Maximilian," said Monte Cristo with a smile. "I have reached an agreement with people in the maritime industry that all passengers coming to my island are free. In the words of civilized countries, there is an' agreement' between me and them. "
Maximilian looked at the count in surprise. "Count," he said, "you are not the same as you were in Paris."
"Why?"
"Here, you smiled."
The count's face became gloomy again. "You're right, Maximilian, you reminded me to come back to reality," he said. "It's nice to see you again, but I forgot that all happiness is fleeting."
"Oh, no, no, count!" Maximilian seized the count's hand and shouted, "Please laugh. You want to be happy, you want to be happy, and you want to prove that life is only the burden of those who suffer. Oh, how kind and kind you are! You pretend to be happy just to encourage me. "
"You are wrong, Morrel. I was really happy just now. "
"So you forgot, it doesn't matter."
"Why do you say that?"
"Yes, just as the Roman soldiers said to the Roman emperor before entering the stadium, I also want to say to you: the dead come to pay tribute to you. "
"Has your pain not eased?" Asked the count with a strange expression.
"Oh!" Morrel's eyes were full of pain. "Do you really think I can?"
"Please listen to me," said the count. "Do you understand what I mean? You can't treat me like an ordinary person, but as a person who only talks nonsense endlessly. When I asked you if you felt the pain relieved, I told you as a person who can understand people's inner secrets. Well, Morrel, let's go deep into your heart and explore. Is the pain of letting your body beat like a wounded lion still so strong? Are you still eager to vent your pain in the grave? Does the regret that forced you to lay down your life to die still exist? Is it because courage is exhausted and troubles want to suppress the light of hope? Have you lost your memory so much that you can't cry? Oh, dear friend, if you entrust everything to God, then, Maximilian, you have been freed by God. Stop complaining. "
"Count," said Morrel in a firm and calm tone, "listen to me. Although my body is still on the earth, my mind has risen to heaven. I came to you because I wanted to die in my friend's arms. There are really not many people I love in the world. I love my sister and her husband. But I need someone to open a solid arm and smile at me when I am dying. My sister will faint in tears, and I will suffer because of her pain. Emmanuel will stop my action and let the whole family know that only you, the count, are not mortal. If you have no body, I will call you a god. You can even gently and kindly lead me to the door of death, can't you? "
"My friend," said the count, "I still have some doubts-are you so proud to show off your pain because you are too weak?"
"No, really, I am calm," said Morrel, extending a hand to the count. "My pulse is neither faster nor slower than usual. No, I just feel that I have reached the end of the road and can't walk any further. You want me to wait and hope. Do you know how much you spent on me? You're an unfortunate and clever man. I waited a month, that is to say, I was tortured by pain for a month! I hope (man is a poor animal) I hope-hope what? I can't say it-a magical thing, a ridiculous thing, a miracle. Only God knows what it is. God mixes the idea of hope with our reason. Yes, I am waiting, yes, I hope, count. During this quarter of an hour of our conversation, you may not realize that you have broken my heart again and again, because everything you say proves to me that I have no hope. Oh, count! Please let me walk into the arms of death quietly and happily! " Morrel was so excited when he said these words that the count could not help shivering. "My friend," continued Morrel, "you set October 5 as the deadline, and today is October 5." He took out his pocket watch. It's nine o'clock now, and I still have three hours. "
"Well," said the count, "please follow me."
Morrel followed the count mechanically, and unconsciously, they entered a cave. He felt a carpet under his feet, a door opened, a strong fragrance surrounded him, and a brilliant light dazzled him. Morrel stopped and dared not go any further. He was afraid that what he saw would soften his will. Monte Cristo shook his hand tenderly. He said, "When the ancient Romans were sentenced to death by their emperor King Nile, they sat in front of a table full of flowers and smoked the fragrance of roses and corydalis flowers. Why don't we learn from the Romans and spend the remaining three hours like them? "
Morrel smiled. "Whatever you want," he said, "is always death, forgetfulness, rest, detachment from life and pain." He sat down, and Monte Cristo sat opposite him. In the magic restaurant we described before, the baskets on the heads of the stone statues are always full of fruits and flowers.
Morrel looked at all this blankly, perhaps seeing nothing. "Let's talk like men." He looked at the count and said.
"Please go ahead!" Replied the count.
"Count!" Morrel said, "All human knowledge is concentrated on you. You give me the impression that you come from a more progressive world than us."
"There is something in what you say," said the count with that melancholy smile that made him very handsome. "I come from a planet called pain."
"Everything you said to me, I believe, don't even ask its meaning. So, if you want me to live, I will live. You give me hope, and I almost have hope. So count, I take you as someone who died once. I venture to ask, is death painful? "
Monte Cristo looked at Morrel with indescribable feelings. "Yes," he said, "yes, of course it is very painful. Of course, it is painful for you to destroy the body that insists on survival by violence. If you stab a dagger into your flesh, if you shoot a bullet running around the window into your brain, it will be extremely painful. If you shake slightly, of course you will suffer, and you will abandon your life in an abominable way. The price of pain and despair is much better than such an expensive rest. "
"Yes," said Morrel, "I know that death, like life, has its secrets of pain and happiness. It's just that most people don't know. "
"You're right, Maximilian. Death, according to the way we deal with it, can be a friend who pats us to sleep like a nurse, or an enemy who rudely drags his soul out of the body. One day, when human beings have lived for thousands of years, when human beings can control all destructive forces in nature to benefit human beings, as you just said, when human beings have discovered the secret of death, then death will be like sleeping on a beloved person.
"If you want to die, you will die like this, won't you, count?"
"yes."
Morrel held out his hand. "Now I understand." He said, "Now I understand why you took me to this lonely island in the sea, this underground palace. Because you love me, don't you, count? Because you love me deeply, let me die sweetly and happily without any pain. Let me hold your hand and call Valentine's name and die slowly. "
"Yes, you guessed it, Morrel," said the count. "This is my intention."
"Thank you! It's sweet to think that I can stop suffering tomorrow. "
"So you don't care about anything?"
"There is nothing to worry about."
"Even I don't care?" Asked the count with great excitement.
Morrel's bright eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon regained that unusual brilliance, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"what!" The count said,' Do you still want to die when you are still worried about the world? "
"Oh, I beg you!" Morrel cried in a low and weak voice, "Stop it, count, and don't prolong my pain!"
The count thought that his determination to die was shaken, and this belief revived the terrible doubt he had overcome at Fort Yves. "I'm trying to make this man happy," he thought. "I want to make him happy to compensate for the pain I have caused him. What if my calculation is wrong? What if this person's misfortune is not serious enough to enjoy the happiness I am about to give him? Only by making him happy can I forget the pain I have caused him. " What should I do, so he said loudly, "Listen, Morrel, I think you are really in pain, but you still believe in God, and you probably don't want to risk releasing your soul." According to Christian teachings, human life is given by God, and people have no right to destroy their own lives. So people who commit suicide can't get rid of their souls. -translation]. "
Morrel smiled strangely. "Count," he said, "I won't be sentimental. My soul no longer belongs to me. "
"Maximilian, you know I don't have any relatives in this world. I have always regarded you as my son. In order to save my son, I can even sacrifice my own life, not to mention my property. "
"What do you mean?"
"I mean: you want to end your life because you don't know that you can get all the happiness with a large fortune. Morrel, my property is almost 100 million, and I will give it to you. With such a fortune, you can do whatever you want. Are you ambitious? You can do any business. Let yourself do it! Never mind-just live. "
"Count, you have promised me," said Morrel coldly. He took out his pocket watch and said, "It's already 1 1 half past one."
"Morrel, do you have the heart to stay in my house and let me watch you die?"
"Then please let me go," said Maximilian. "Otherwise, I will think that you love me, not for me but for yourself." He stood up.
"Very well," said Monte Cristo, and his face suddenly brightened. "Are you determined to die. Yes, as you said yourself, you are really in pain, and only a miracle can cure your pain. Sit down, Morrel, and wait a little longer. "
Morrel did as he said. The count stood up, opened a cupboard hanging on his gold chain and took out a beautifully carved small silver box. Four stooped women are carved on the four corners of the box, symbolizing angels who will fly to heaven. He put the silver box on the table, then opened the box and took out a small gold box. When he pressed the secret button, the lid of the box opened automatically. There is a thick jelly in the box, because the box is decorated with gold, jade, ruby and sapphire, which makes the box colorful, so the color of this jelly can't be seen clearly. The count scooped up a spoonful of this stuff with a gold-plated silver spoon and handed it to Morrel, keeping his eyes fixed on him. At this time, you can see that thing is light green.
"This is what you want," he said. "That's what I promised you."
"I thank you from my heart." Said the young man, taking the silver spoon from the count.
Monte Cristo picked up another silver spoon and dipped it into the golden box.
What are you doing, my friend? Asked morrel, seizing his hand.
"Morrel," he said with a smile, "May God forgive me! I am as tired of life as you are, since there is such an opportunity. "
"Slow down!" The young man said. "You, there are people you love in this world, and others love you. You have confidence and hope. Oh, don't be like me. It's a crime for you. Farewell, my noble and generous friend, farewell, and I will tell Valentine what you have done for me. "
So, while holding the count's hand, he slowly but without hesitation swallowed the mysterious thing that Monte Cristo gave him. Then they were both silent. A Dai Ali carefully brought a pipe and coffee, and then went out. Gradually, the lamp in the stone statue's hand gradually dimmed, and Morrel felt that the fragrance in the room seemed to be not as strong as before. Monte Cristo sat in the shadow opposite him and looked at him. Morrel only saw the count's shining eyes. A great sadness came to the young man's mind, his hands gradually relaxed, and things in the room gradually lost their shape and color. In a daze, he seemed to see the doors and curtains on the wall.
"Friend," he shouted, "I think I'm dying, thank you!" He tried to reach out his hand, but it hung feebly beside him. At this time, it seemed to him that Monte Cristo was smiling there, not the strange and terrible smile when he saw through the secrets in his heart, but the loving smile of a father to a baby. At the same time, the count became tall in his eyes, almost twice as tall as usual, appearing on the red curtain, his black hair swept back, and he stood there like an angel who would punish the wicked at the final judgment. Morrel collapsed feebly in the round-backed armchair, and a pleasant numbness permeated every blood management system. His mind presents unpredictable ideas, like patterns in a kaleidoscope. He feebly lost consciousness of external things. It seems that he went into a cold coma before he died. He wanted to hold the count's hand again, but his hand could not move at all. He wanted to say goodbye to the count for the last time, but his tongue clumsily blocked his throat, like a stone in the mouth of a statue. His tired eyes closed involuntarily. However, looking out from his drooping eyelids, he vaguely saw a figure moving. Although he thought it was dark around, he recognized the man as an earl. He just opened a door.
The room next door, to be more exact, is a magical palace, and a bright light immediately entered the door of Morrel's hall. She was pale and with a sweet smile, like a loving angel who drove away the angel of revenge. "Has the gate of heaven been opened for me?" The dying man thought, "That angel is really like the girl I lost." Monte Cristo motioned the young woman to Morrel's dying armchair. She crossed her hands and walked towards him with a smile.
"Valentine! Valentine! " Morrel shouted from the depths of his soul, but there was no sound in his mouth. All his energy seems to be focused on his inner passion. He sighed and closed his eyes. Valentine rushed at him, his lips still moving.
"He is calling you," said the count. "You put your fate on him, but death wants to tear you apart. Luckily, I was there. I defeated death. Valentine, from now on, you will never be separated in this world, because he has died bravely to find you. If it weren't for me, you'd all be dead. I reunited you two. May God put the two lives I saved on my account. "
Valentine seized the count's hand, raised it to her lips, and kissed it with an irresistible impulse of joy.
"Oh, thank me again!" The count said, "Please tell me that I have restored your happiness. You don't know how much I need to make sure of this! "
"Oh, yes, yes, I really thank you!" Valentine said, "If you doubt my sincere gratitude, go to Hyde! Ask my dear sister Hyde, who has been talking about you since we left France. Let me wait patiently for this happy day. "
"So, you love Hyde!" Asked Monte Cristo with an uncontrollable excitement.
Oh, great! I love her with all my heart. "
"Oh, then! "Listen, Valentine," said the count, "I want to ask you something."
"Me? God, can I have such an honor? "
"Yes, you just called sister Hyde. Let her really be your sister, Valentine, and give me all your gratitude. Please take good care of her with Morrel, because, "the count's voice choked with excitement," she has been lonely in this world since then. "
"A lonely man!" The one behind the counter