stranger
Hello!
When you read this letter, maybe I'm still struggling, or maybe I'm dead. But either state, it can be described as "terrible".
At the moment, I was living in an apartment called Voguet on the rue de Saint-Jean- Vincent, a smelly, dirty and dilapidated old-fashioned house that provided accommodation for the inferior. I never imagined that I would one day fall to this point and live here until I died, but it was. scold! Think about it, it's really a creation!
I have a headache now, and my whole body is shaking badly, but I have too much bitterness in my heart, too much resentment, too much hatred, no one to say, nowhere to complain. I'm afraid that if I don't say it again, I won't have a chance, so I have to insist on finishing this letter.
In this letter, I want to tell you how brilliant and miserable my life has been, I want to tell you how much I love my two daughters, and how cold-blooded and ruthless they have been to me, I want to tell you... Although you and I do not know each other, if you have the opportunity to see this letter, I beg you to read it as a trace of mercy for my dying man.
My name is Gaullio, and people here call me Tall Old Man, and I have to start my life before the Revolution.
Before the Revolution, I worked in a noodle factory in the town. At that time, I was very poor, and I had nothing but strength, but fortunately, I was diligent and hard-working. The owner appreciated me and quickly promoted me to noodle director.
In 1789, after the first great riot, the owner's shop was ruined, valuable things were looted, and the owner was devastated by the blow. I was optimistic about the future prospects of the noodle market, so I took out all the belongings I had saved in the past few years and ordered this shop.
Under my management, the business of the shop gradually improved, especially in the era of the Great Famine, when food was scarce, prices soared, and my noodle business was even more prosperous.
Then I continued to invest the money I earned into the business, expand the scale, expand the market, monopolize the price, in short, as long as it can help buy and sell profitable things, I am eager to try. I calculated like a conspirator, and killed decisively like a military man, and for a time, the whole region was the only one. Everybody knew I—Gorio—was a famous noodle merchant—and I was not yet 30 years old.
Young, strong, rich, intelligent, and without bragging rights, I am the dream marriage partner of many women, but I have only a crush on the only daughter of a rich peasant in the La Blairi region. She was born delicate and firm, beautiful and affectionate, and I loved her, sincerely, deep into the marrow.
We got married, and then we had two daughters, the eldest daughter named Naqi and the younger daughter named Danferna. Both daughters looked as pure and lovely as angels, and our family was as warm and happy as living in a fairy tale world.
Maybe a person who is too happy is easily jealous, so even God has red eyes, so in the seventh year of my marriage, he hurriedly took my wife.
When my wife died, I suddenly lost the meaning of life, and once wanted to go with her, but looking at the two daughters in front of me who were waiting to be fed, my heart softened again. Yeah, I can't die, I have to live well for them.
Death took my wife, so I transferred all my love for my wife to my two daughters. I want to love them more than my mother, because they are my wife's last and most precious gift.
When my daughter was very young, I equipped each of them with a luxurious carriage and let the coachman take them around all day. I buy them whatever they like, clothes, toys, snacks, piles of it all over the house.
Not only that, but I also hired the best teachers to cultivate all the talents possessed by their noble ladies. Although we are not nobles, I feel that my daughters should be treated the same as noble ladies, even more than they have, and better.
I raised my two daughters like a mistress, gave them the greatest freedom, and even allowed them to choose their husbands as they pleased in life events such as marriage. The eldest daughter, Nazi, wanted to be a noblewoman, so she married an earl, and the younger daughter, Danffina, liked money, so she married a banker. But no matter what they choose, as long as they feel happy, I am happy for them. When my daughters got married, I gave them a generous dowry and gave each of them 800,000 francs of belongings.
Do you know how much 800,000 francs is, for many ordinary families with an annual income of less than 3,000 francs, 800,000 francs is a huge amount of money that they cannot earn in their lifetimes.
I divided most of my family property among my two daughters, leaving only about 10,000 yuan a year. Some people think that I shouldn't give all the money to my daughter, but I think I can't spend much money as an old man, and don't I have two daughters when I'm old, I'm their father, and they won't let their dearest father go hungry.
But I was wrong, very wrong!
Not only are they unfilial, they are also ungrateful, I thought they were angels, white lotuses, I was wrong, in fact they were vampires, white-eyed wolves, executioners, murderers.
When I had money, they gathered around me all day long, affectionately shouting Daddy, Daddy. They scrambled for me to go to their house and allow me to live as long as I wanted. They changed their tricks to make me food, and kept picking vegetables for me when eating, saying that Dad ate this, this is delicious, Dad tasted that, that is not bad. At that time, they showed off that I was their father, and their husbands were respectful to me.
But slowly, when the money in my hand was almost gone, everything changed.
They no longer invited me to their house, they stopped chattering around me, they hated me for being a bad old man, they stopped recognizing me as their father, and their husbands always called me dead. They lived in large mansions, clothes to reach out, food to open their mouths, and a casual piece of clothing for thousands of francs, but who would have thought that their father would be driven to the fuguet apartment, and the annual cost of food and lodging would not add up to a thousand francs of inferior places. They rarely came to see me, and they came to see me a few times, either to help my lover pay off their debts, or because they had a crush on a certain piece of clothing and had no money to buy it.
I know that they never love me, they only love my money; I know that they don't really want to see me, just to nibble away at the little flesh and blood left on my old bones; I know that I should refuse their unreasonable demands and leave them to fend for themselves. But I still can't do it, I can't help it, they, they are my daughters, it's my heart, my life, my everything.
I was still afraid that they would be wronged, I still wanted to do everything to make them happy, for them I sold all my gold and silver utensils, withdrew all my lifelong annuities in advance, reduced my living expenses, moved from the best room in the fugue apartment to the worst room, no more fires in winter, and even sick people died alone.
But even so, my daughter was reluctant to let me go. They ran up to me crying, getting angry, forcing me to give them money. However, where I still have money, I am anxious and worried, and the blood instantly rushes to the top of my head and I faint.
The doctor said that I had a cerebral hemorrhage, and if I had money for treatment, my condition might improve, but I didn't have any money now, so my illness couldn't get better, and I already felt the breath of death coming.
To be honest, I'm not afraid to die, not at all, but I don't want to die alone like this. I wished I could look at my Nazi and Danfera again before I died, but no matter how many times they sent someone to invite them, none of the sisters came.
They won't come, and I should have died a long time ago. My daughters, all that's left in their eyes is money, what kind of affection, parents, all of them are dispensable.
They had long forgotten my love for them, and I was so stupid that I shouldn't have given them any money. If I had money, they would have come and probably cried in the dark at my bedside.
However, it was too late, and I didn't know what my daughter was until now. No, the daughter is not a thing, money is a good thing, money can buy everything, money can buy the daughter.
Cough cough, I can't write anymore, my head hurts so much... It hurts, it... It was about to crack.
I felt so dark in front of my eyes, I was so tired, I wanted to sleep for a while.
Daddy, Daddy, look at my rag doll Daddy, Daddy, look at my new dress ……
I seemed to hear the little girl's voice, it was Naqi, my Naqi, and Danfina, my Danfina.
Are you coming, I seem to see you, how are you still six or seven years old?
Oh, it turns out that my Naqi, but Fina has not grown up, not grown up well, not grown up well...