The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2Maupassant, Guy de
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The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2
Maupassant, Guy de
French fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, French -- Translations into English
When she had finished her work, wiped down the table, dusted the
mantel-piece, and put the plates onto the high dresser, close to the
wooden clock, with its enormous _tic-tac_, she drew a long breath, as
she felt rather oppressed, without exactly knowing why. She looked at
the black clay walls, the rafters that were blackened with smoke, from
which spiders' webs were hanging, amid pickled herrings and strings of
onions, and then she sat down, rather overcome by the stale emanations
which the floor, onto which so many things had been continually spilt,
gave out. With this, there was mingled the pungent smell of the pans of
milk, which were set out to raise the cream in the adjoining dairy.
She wanted to sew, as usual, but she did not feel strong enough for it,
and so she went to get a mouthful of fresh air at the door, which seemed
to do her good.
The fowls were lying on the smoking dung-hill; some of them were
scratching with one claw in search of worms, while the cock stood up
proudly among them. Every moment he selected one of them, and walked
round her with a slight cluck of amorous invitation. The hen got up in a
careless way as she received his attentions, and only supported herself
on her legs and spread out her wings; then she shook her feathers to
shake out the dust, and stretched herself out on the dung-hill again,
while he crowed, in sign of triumph, and the cocks in all the
neighboring farmyards replied to him, as if they were uttering amorous
challenges from farm to farm.
The girl looked at them without thinking, and then she raised her eyes
and was almost dazzled at the sight of the apple-trees in blossom, which
looked almost like powdered heads. But just then, a colt, full of life
and friskiness, galloped past her. Twice he jumped over the ditches, and
then stopped suddenly, as if surprised at being alone.
She also felt inclined to run; she felt inclined to move and to stretch
her limbs, and to repose in the warm, breathless air. She took a few
undecided steps, and closed her eyes, for she was seized with a feeling
of animal comfort; and then she went to look for the eggs in the hen
loft. There were thirteen of them, which she took in and put into the
store-room; but the smell from the kitchen incommoded her again, and
she went out to sit on the grass for a time.
The farmyard, which was surrounded by trees, seemed to be asleep. The
tall grass, among which the tall yellow dandelions rose up like streaks
of yellow light, was of a vivid green, fresh spring green. The
apple-trees threw their shade all round them, and the thatched houses,
on which the blue and yellow iris flowers with their swordlike leaves
grew, smoked as if the moisture of the stables and barns were coming
through the straw.
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