Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary (№ 280324)

However, she was waiting for something to happen. Like the sailors, victims of the crash, she's desperate gaze was cast his lonely life and all eyes will not flicker or white sail on the misty horizon. She was not aware of what it will be the case, what wind would bring it up to her what then she will beat up her boat, or three-Decker ship, and does it fit with the sorrows or the hatches will be loaded with pleasures. But, waking up in the morning, she was hoping that would happen today, listened to every sound, stood up and, to my amazement, convinced that everything the old way, and when the sun was going down, she was always sad and wanted to quickly come tomorrow.