The Guy de Maupassant MEGAPACK ®. Guy de Maupassant

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СКАЧАТЬ on the way to milk her cow, the only cow in the neighborhood which was sent out to pasture.

      Soon they would see the girl, coming through the fields, and it pleased them to watch the sparkling sunbeams reflected from her shining pail. They never spoke of her. They were just glad to see her, without understanding why.

      She was a tall, strapping girl, freckled and tanned by the open air—a girl typical of the Parisian suburbs.

      Once, on noticing that they were always sitting in the same place, she said to them:

      “Do you always come here?”

      Luc Le Ganidec, more daring than his friend, stammered:

      “Yes, we come here for our rest.”

      That was all. But the following Sunday, on seeing them, she smiled with the kindly smile of a woman who understood their shyness, and she asked:

      “What are you doing here? Are you watching the grass grow?”

      Luc, cheered up, smiled: “P’raps.”

      She continued: “It’s not growing fast, is it?”

      He answered, still laughing: “Not exactly.”

      She went on. But when she came back with her pail full of milk, she stopped before them and said:

      “Want some? It will remind you of home.”

      She had, perhaps instinctively, guessed and touched the right spot.

      Both were moved. Then not without difficulty, she poured some milk into the bottle in which they had brought their wine. Luc started to drink, carefully watching lest he should take more than his share. Then he passed the bottle to Jean. She stood before them, her hands on her hips, her pail at her feet, enjoying the pleasure that she was giving them. Then she went on, saying: “Well, bye-bye until next Sunday!”

      For a long time they watched her tall form as it receded in the distance, blending with the background, and finally disappeared.

      The following week as they left the barracks, Jean said to Luc:

      “Don’t you think we ought to buy her something good?”

      They were sorely perplexed by the problem of choosing something to bring to the dairy maid. Luc was in favor of bringing her some chitterlings; but Jean, who had a sweet tooth, thought that candy would be the best thing. He won, and so they went to a grocery to buy two sous’ worth, of red and white candies.

      This time they ate more quickly than usual, excited by anticipation.

      Jean was the first one to notice her. “There she is,” he said; and Luc answered: “Yes, there she is.”

      She smiled when she saw them, and cried:

      “Well, how are you today?”

      They both answered together:

      “All right! How’s everything with you?”

      Then she started to talk of simple things which might interest them; of the weather, of the crops, of her masters.

      They didn’t dare to offer their candies, which were slowly melting in Jean’s pocket. Finally Luc, growing bolder, murmured:

      “We have brought you something.”

      She asked: “Let’s see it.”

      Then Jean, blushing to the tips of his ears, reached in his pocket, and drawing out the little paper bag, handed it to her.

      She began to eat the little sweet dainties. The two soldiers sat in front of her, moved and delighted.

      At last she went to do her milking, and when she came back she again gave them some milk.

      They thought of her all through the week and often spoke of her: The following Sunday she sat beside them for a longer time.

      The three of them sat there, side by side, their eyes looking far away in the distance, their hands clasped over their knees, and they told each other little incidents and little details of the villages where they were born, while the cow, waiting to be milked, stretched her heavy head toward the girl and mooed.

      Soon the girl consented to eat with them and to take a sip of wine. Often she brought them plums pocket for plums were now ripe. Her presence enlivened the little Breton soldiers, who chattered away like two birds.

      One Tuesday something unusual happened to Luc Le Ganidec; he asked for leave and did not return until ten o’clock at night.

      Jean, worried and racked his brain to account for his friend’s having obtained leave.

      The following Friday, Luc borrowed ten sons from one of his friends, and once more asked and obtained leave for several hours.

      When he started out with Jean on Sunday he seemed queer, disturbed, changed. Kerderen did not understand; he vaguely suspected something, but he could not guess what it might be.

      They went straight to the usual place, and lunched slowly. Neither was hungry.

      Soon the girl appeared. They watched her approach as they always did. When she was near, Luc arose and went towards her. She placed her pail on the ground and kissed him. She kissed him passionately, throwing her arms around his neck, without paying attention to Jean, without even noticing that he was there.

      Poor Jean was dazed, so dazed that he could not understand. His mind was upset and his heart broken, without his even realizing why.

      Then the girl sat down beside Luc, and they started to chat.

      Jean was not looking at them. He understood now why his friend had gone out twice during the week. He felt the pain and the sting which treachery and deceit leave in their wake.

      Luc and the girl went together to attend to the cow.

      Jean followed them with his eyes. He saw them disappear side by side, the red trousers of his friend making a scarlet spot against the white road. It was Luc who sank the stake to which the cow was tethered. The girl stooped down to milk the cow, while he absent-mindedly stroked the animal’s glossy neck. Then they left the pail in the grass and disappeared in the woods.

      Jean could no longer see anything but the wall of leaves through which they had passed. He was unmanned so that he did not have strength to stand. He stayed there, motionless, bewildered and grieving—simple, passionate grief. He wanted to weep, to run away, to hide somewhere, never to see anyone again.

      Then he saw them coming back again. They were walking slowly, hand in hand, as village lovers do. Luc was carrying the pail.

      After kissing him again, the girl went on, nodding carelessly to Jean. She did not offer him any milk that day.

      The two little soldiers sat side by side, motionless as always, silent and quiet, their calm faces in no way betraying the trouble in their hearts. The sun shone down on them. From time to time they could hear the plaintive lowing of the cow. At the usual time they arose to return.

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