Shy and forced to my father, I found the ease and contentment than from my sister Amelie. A soft line mood and tastes bound me closely to that sister, she was a little older than me. We loved to climb the hills together, sailing on the lake, the woods to go to the Falling Leaves: walks whose memory still fills my soul with delight .[...]
Sometimes we walked in silence, paying the 'deaf ear to the roar of the fall or the sound of dried leaves that sadly we dragged our feet, sometimes, innocent in our games, we continue swallows in the meadow, the rainbow rainy skies over the hills ...
Chateaubriand, René , 1802.
During the wars of the Empire, while husbands and brothers were in Germany, anxious mothers had given birth to a generation eager, pale and nervous. Designed between battles, reared in the colleges to drum rolls, thousands of children were watching them from a dark eye, trying their puny muscles. From time to time their fathers bloody appeared, raised on their chests gaudy gold, then posed down and went back on horseback.
One man was alive when in Europe and the rest of the people tried to fill their lungs with air he breathed.
Musset The Confession of a Child of the Century , 1835.
Photo: Castle Combourg for all these young Breton who do not know Brittany, where lived Chateaubriand and his sister, Amelia (actually Lucile), to see a little better about this mythical site: http://maisonsecrivains.canalblog.com/archives/chateaubriand_francois_rene_de___chateau_de_combourg/index.html
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