When I was just able to walk, my mother’s name was Versailles Liji, which means loyalty. This young woman proudly held her head up and said that my mother took my hand and first poured all our money into the purse and put on a veil, and then went to the prisoners to raise money. All the way, she said that whoever gave money to the poor was equivalent to paying the debt to the Lord. When our purse was full, we would go back to the palace and send a word to my father to the monastery to distribute to the prisoners.
How old were you then?
I was three years old, Haide said.
So did you remember so many things at the age of three?
Albert said
Remember everything.
Count Albert said to Monte Cristo, "Allow my lady to tell me something about her life. You forbid me to name my father to her, but maybe she will unconsciously recognize him in the process of recalling the past. You can’t imagine how happy I will be from two beautiful lips."
Monte Cristo turned to Haide’s face, and she was very careful. Greek said, tell us what happened to your father, but don’t say the name of the man who sold you, and don’t tell him how he sold you.
What are you telling her about Morcerf’s novels?
I woke up again, and she once said that you were a friend, and she didn’t have to hide anything from you.
So Albert talked about prisoner welfare, and this religious tour is the first thing in your memory. What is the second?
Oh, it’s like yesterday when I recall these things. I remember sitting by a lake, the shade of flowers and trees quivered, and the branches and leaves were reflected in the water as if in a mirror. My father was sitting on the pillow, my mother was sitting at his feet, and I was naughty. I was playing with his white beard hanging down to my chest or the handle with a diamond machete hanging on his belt. From time to time, an Albanian came up to him and said something. I didn’t pay attention to those things, but he always answered a word of killing or forgiveness in the same tone.
It’s not acting or telling a novel, Albert said, but it’s amazing that I heard these things from a young girl. Since your eyes are used to that magical sight, what’s your impression of France?
I think this is a very good place, Haide said, and I see France as it is, because I am an adult woman who looks at it, but I can judge it from my childish memory, as if it is always shrouded in a hazy atmosphere, brilliant and gloomy, depending on whether my eyes look at my beautiful hometown or my suffering place.
At such a young age, don’t you already know the meaning of pain besides its concept? Albert accepted vulgar views
Haide tur her eyes to that count of Monte Cristo and said something with an almost imperceptible sigh.
My childhood memories are the most impressive in my mind, except that I just told you about the past. My childhood memories are all sad.
Go ahead, go ahead, madam. Albert said, I promise to listen to you
Haide answered this sentence with a depressed smile, so do you want me to continue to describe my other past events, she said
I implore you to do so, replied Albert
Well, when I was just four years old, I suddenly woke up with my mother one night. We were living in Janina Palace. She picked me up from my bed. When I opened my eyes, I saw that her eyes were full of tears. When I saw her crying, I started to cry with her. Don’t be a child. She said that at other times, no matter how much my mother loved or threatened me, I always cried like a child and would not give up until my sadness or anger was exhausted. But this time, I heard such a strong sense of terror from my mother’s voice that I stopped crying at once. She hugged me in a hurry. I didn’t see us walking down a wide staircase until then. In front of us was my mother. The servants were carrying boxes, parcels, jewelry and bags of gold coins. They all rushed from that staircase and followed the women. A group of twenty guards were all wearing long guns and pistols. When Greece was founded, you knew that kind of outfit in France. As you can imagine, something terrible and unfortunate must have happened. Haide shook her head and turned pale when she thought about that scene. Half awake and less awake, I look like this because I don’t even know what’s going on. The stairs and walls reflect huge shadows one by one, dancing in the beating fire of pine branches and torches, as if jumping all the way to the dome roof.
At the end of the corridor, there was a sound that made everyone bow their heads, just like the wind blowing through a Katahirata. I heard the sound and shook. It was my father’s voice. He wore a gorgeous robe behind the house and held the carbine that your emperor gave him. He held his beloved pet Selim’s shoulder and drove us in front of him like a shepherd boy driving his scattered sheep. My father was a famous figure in Europe. Haide held his head high and said that everyone knew that the governor of Janina, Ali Tiebeilin, was a Turk.
The tone of these words was so solemn that Albert was startled. He seemed to feel a very gloomy expression in Haide’s bright eyes. Alitiebeilin’s tragic death was a sensation in Europe, and now she called the bloody ghost again like an evocation witch.
It didn’t take long for Haide to say that we stopped going forward and found that we had reached a lake. My mother held me tightly in her panting chest. Not far away, I saw my father. He anxiously looked around the shore of the lake. Four steps of large stone terraces led to the waterside terrace. A small boat floated on the water. Looking from where we were, I could see a mass of dark things in the middle of the lake. It seemed to me that we were going to the water village. Perhaps it was because it was dark at night that we couldn’t see anything clearly. We stepped on the boat. I remember clearly that the paddle hit the water at all, and I didn’t look for it on my side. Only then did I see that the paddle was wrapped around our guard’s belt. Except for the boatman, the boat woman, my father and mother Celim, my guard still stayed by the lake to cover our retreat. They knelt on the top step of the big stone steps, and when they were pursued, they could use the other three steps as fortifications. Why did our boat go so fast when we were flying with the wind? I asked my mother, shh, don’t be a child. Where are we running for our lives? I don’t understand why my It was someone else who ran away from him. He often said that they hated me, but they were also afraid of me. But this time it was really my father who was on the run. I heard that the defenders of Janina City were exhausted from the long war.
At this point, Haide glanced at Monte Cristo with a meaningful look, and Monte Cristo’s eyes never left her face during her narrative.
The young girl went on talking, but slowly, as if a historical person had fabricated or glossed over some facts.
Mrs. Albert said that he was very careful about this passage. You just mentioned that the defenders of Janina City were exhausted from the long war.
At that time, Ali Tiebeilin sent a French officer who he trusted very much to see Sudan and decided to retreat to the refuge he had already prepared.
The French officer Albert asked, do you remember his name, madam?
Monte Cristo quickly changed the young girl’s eyes, which Albert did not notice at all.
No, she said I can’t remember it now, but I’ll tell you when I remember it.
Albert almost told his father’s name, but Monte Cristo slowly raised a finger to express his dissatisfaction, indicating that the young man was silent when he remembered his promise.
We rowed towards this water village at that time. All we could see was a two-story building with Arabic patterns carved on its walls. The terrace was half submerged in the lake, but there was a deep and big cave on the ground. My mother and my maids were all led there. There were 60,000 cloth bags, 200 wooden barrels, 25 million gold ocean barrels, and 30,000 pounds of gunpowder.
Beside these barrels stood my father’s favorite, Selim, the man I just told you about. He was guarding a gun day and night with a burning matchlock tied to the tip of his gun. He had been ordered to send a signal to my father and he would blow everything up. I remember clearly that those slaves kept praying and moaning day and night because they knew that their lives were at stake. For me, I will never forget the pale and gloomy eyes of that young soldier no matter when death comes in the future. Call me to another world. I’m sure he looks just like slim. I can tell you how long we have been in this state. At that time, I don’t even know when it really means. Of course, this kind of opportunity is rare. My father will come and call my mother to the terrace. Whenever that time, I am very happy because I can’t see anything in that gloomy cave except the slaves’ sad faces and slim muskets. My father is sitting in front of a big hole, staring at the distant horizon and concentrating. Carefully observe every black spot on the lake. My mother leaned against him with her head resting on his shoulder blade, while I was playing at his feet. I watched with naive curiosity the white corners of Mount Bintes, which stood tall on the horizon, rising from the blue lake. The vast dark green of Fort Janina was attached to rock moss from a distance, but it was actually a tall fir tree Myrtle.
One morning, my father sent someone to call us over. We saw that he was calm, but his face was paler and braver than usual. Versailles Liji said that the emperor’s imperial palace arrived today, and my fate was about to be decided. If I can get a full pardon, we can go back to Janina with dignity. The situation is unfavorable. We must escape tonight, but our enemies won’t allow us to escape. My mother said, Oh, don’t worry about this. Ali Tiebeilin smiled and said that Silim would give them his muskets. They would like to see me die, but they wouldn’t. These comforting words don’t come from my father’s heart. My mother sighed after listening to it. She mixed him with ice water. Since he came to Shuizhai, he has had high fever one after another. She smeared his white beard with sesame oil. When he lit a long pipe, he would smoke it for hours, quietly watching the smoke ring. Ran Ran rose into a spiral cloud, and the surrounding gas slowly mixed together. Suddenly, he made a expect the unexpected, which startled me. Then he kept his eyes fixed to attract his attention and asked people to look far away. Give him the mirror. My mother handed him the telescope. When she did this, her face looked whiter than her face toward the big stone pillar. I saw my father’s hands shaking. My father whispered four in a boat. So he got up and grabbed his weapon and prepared his pistol. Versailles told my mother that it was almost half an hour before we knew that the emperor had answered and took Haidee to the cave. I don’t want to leave your master. Versailles said that you would die, so I will die with you at Silim. My father shouted goodbye to his master. My mother said obediently that she bowed to him as if she had seen death.
All of us forgot me in the chaos. I ran to Alitiebeilin, and when he saw me with my arms open to him, he leaned over. His mouth kissed me on the forehead. Oh, how clearly I remember that kiss. It was the last kiss he gave me. I feel that when my forehead seems to be still a warm hole, we have more and more clearly identified several ships from the fence. At first, they looked like small black spots. Now they are like birds flying on the water. At this time, they are at my father’s feet in the water village. Twenty guards were sent to hide in a corner, anxiously watching the arrival of the ships. They were all carrying silver spears and a large number of ammunition boxes scattered on the ground. My father looked at his watch and walked back and forth in great pain. This was the scene that came into my eyes after my father gave me his last kiss. My mother crossed the dark narrow road leading to the cave, and slim still guarded his post. When we went in, he smiled sadly at us. We brought our cushions from the cave and sat next to slim. Friends always trusted each other closely when disaster struck.
Albert often heard about the situation when Governor Janina was dying, not from his father, who never talked about it.
He had read several different stories before his death, and the young girl’s voice and expression gave this period of history a new life. He felt lovely and terrible, but for Haide, these terrible memories seemed to have overwhelmed her for the time being, because she no longer told her that her head was leaning on her hand and the same beautiful flower fell in the storm. Her eyes looked at her motionless, and her mind seemed to be dreaming. The blue lake of Bintes Mountain, the top of Janina Lake and Janina Lake were still in a magic mirror in her fantasy. She just painted that horrible picture as if it were clear.
Go ahead, dear count. Modern Greek says