Book: The lady of the camellias. Page 4

These luminaries rising and setting without gloss. When they die young, their death will know all their lovers at the same time, because in Paris almost all the lovers of the famous cocottes live one life. They exchange memories and continue life on, not spilling a single tear.

How noisy the lives of these women, so quiet in their death.

In her circle of friends are well when all is going well.

How sad to see the old age of Vice, especially in woman! There is no dignity, and it does not cause any sympathy.

Flattering whispers followed her all the way, and even those who knew her, bowing before her; as always, calm and contemptuously closed, she took this enthusiasm for granted.

Unhappy, she needed privacy... and was always surrounded by people. She needed silence... and took my tired ear continuously and infinitely the same words. She wanted peace... she was drawn to the festival and into the crowd. She wanted to be loved... she said she was good!

She, the sinner, surrounded by adoration and worship of youth, was bored, and this boredom was her excuse, as an atonement for soon a transient prosperity.

At the sight of broken affections, conscious of the need to conclude a fleeting connection and go from one love to another - alas! - not knowing why, muffling the nascent and burgeoning sense of tenderness, she became indifferent to everything, have forgotten yesterday's love and thinking about love today as much as tomorrow passion.

However, she, as always, calm and contemptuously dismissed, took these honors for granted. She was not surprised that stepping on the carpets, which went to the Queen herself! Not one Prince stopped to look at her, and those looks speak louder than words, so well understand women: I find you beautiful, but, alas, I have removed! That evening it was led by the arm by another stranger, who had not seen the blond as a German, as cool as an Englishman, well-dressed, very reserved, very starchy, and by his demeanor it was clear that in this moment he realized that he was committing an unheard-of madness, regrets to the end of his days.