Memories of My Life: Being My Personal, Professional, and Social Recollections as Woman and ArtistBernhardt, Sarah
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Memories of My Life: Being My Personal, Professional, and Social Recollections as Woman and Artist
Bernhardt, Sarah
Actors -- Biography; Bernhardt, Sarah, 1844-1923; Women -- Biography
I spent two years at the _pension_. I was taught reading, writing, and
reckoning. I also learned a hundred new games. I learned to sing
rondeaus and to embroider handkerchiefs for my mother. I was relatively
happy there, as we always went out somewhere on Thursdays and Sundays,
and this gave me the sensation of liberty. The very ground in the street
seemed to me quite different from the ground of the large garden
belonging to the _pension_. Besides, there were little festivities at
Mme. Fressard’s which used to send me into raptures. Mlle. Stella Colas,
who had just made her début at the Théâtre Français, came sometimes on
Thursdays and recited poetry to us. I could never sleep a wink the night
before, and in the morning I used to comb my hair carefully and get
ready, my heart beating fast with excitement, in order to listen to
something I did not understand at all, but which, nevertheless, left me
spellbound. Then, too, there was quite a legend attached to this pretty
girl. She had flung herself almost under the horses’ feet as the Emperor
was driving along, in order to attract his attention and obtain the
pardon of her brother who had conspired against his sovereign.
Mlle. Stella Colas had a sister at Mme. Fressard’s, and this sister,
Clothilde, is now the wife of M. Pierre Merlon, Under-Secretary of State
in the Treasury Department. Stella was slight and fair, with blue eyes
that were rather hard, but expressive. She had a deep voice and when
this pale, fragile girl began to recite “Athalie’s Dream” it thrilled me
through and through. How many times, seated on my child’s bed, did I
practice saying in a low voice: “_Tremble, fille digne de moi._” I used
to twist my head in my shoulders, swell out my cheeks and commence:
“_Tremble—trem-ble—trem-em-em—ble——_”
But it always ended badly and I would begin again very quietly in a
stifled voice and then unconsciously speak louder, and my companions,
roused by the noise, were amused at my attempts and roared with
laughter. I would then rush about to the right and left, giving them
kicks and blows which they returned with interest.
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