Character: Claude Frollo. Page 2

But every bad idea is clamoring for their implementation. And what I thought of as Almighty, the rock was stronger than me. Alas! This rock possessed you and threw you under the terrible wheels of the machine, which I artfully made!

- Oh girl, have mercy on me! - continued the priest. - You think you're miserable! Alas! You do not know what misfortune! Oh! To love a woman! To be a priest. To be hated! Love her to the depths, to feel the shadow of her smile you would give your blood, your soul, your good name, your salvation, immortality, eternity, earthly life and the afterlife; regret that you're no king, no genius, not the Emperor, not the Archangel, not God, to plunge to her feet greatest of the slave; day and night to nurture her in their dreams, in their thoughts - and to see that she is in love with a soldier uniform! And not have anything in return, except a bad priest robe, which causes her fear and disgust! Exhausted from jealousy and rage, to be a witness of how she lavishes cheesy, slow-witted bouncer treasures of his love and beauty. To see this body, whose form the harness, this chest, so beautiful, this skin tremble and turn pink under the kisses of another! Oh heavens! To love her foot, her pen, her shoulders; tormented all night on the stone floor of the cells, painful dream of her blue veins, of her brown skin - and to see that all the affection that you wanted to give her was torture, what did you just lay it on the leather bed! Oh, this is truly a pliers, heated in the flames of hell!

What I saw, and saw more than just me, and yet the sight of it was not created for the human eye. There, in the middle of the square, it was noon, the sun was high, - dancing girl. The creation of such wondrous beauty that God would have preferred her to the virgin and would be chosen by a mother to her, he would have wished to be born from her, if she had lived, when he was incarnated into a human! She had shiny black eyes, her dark hair when they penetrated the sun lit up the Golden thread. In a swift dance you could not see her legs - they flashed like the spokes of a wheel spinning. Around the head, her black braids shone in the sun metal badges like the starry crown overshadowed her forehead. Her blue dress, dotted with sequins, sparkled, as if laced with a myriad of Golden dots summer night. Her slender brown hands were intertwined and were again undone around her waist, like two of the scarf. The lines of her body were wonderfully beautiful! About shining image whose radiance is not faded even in the sun! Girl, that was you! Dazed, intoxicated, charmed, I gave myself the will to look at you. I have so far looked at you, until suddenly did not flinch from the horror I felt under the spell!

And after death I will not find peace,
I soul to the devil and will sell for a night with you.

You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it's still a prison. One step out that door and you're mine!

That suit people, upsetting circumstances.

When doing evil, do it to the end.

Come on, I'll make you run - we will leave somewhere we'll find a place on earth where the sun is brighter, the trees greener and the sky is blue.