This is the album of family of the Countess

The Nouettes It is that it is not! It is a special school! "As soon as the neighbouring Hamlet, I was warned. Forcing the porch of an "educational Institute" even the ex-château of an institutional educator But large people have their suspension, and I'm to trample the gravel that foula donkey Cadichon fiercely holding the hand of my alibi: a girl named... Sophie mine.

It is in this manor to square towers lived Sofya Fedorovna Rostopchine (1799-1874), become bad marriage, Countess of Ségur. The sand plaster is underlined of brick, as it should in key countries, this garden streams and hedges split between the Orne and Eure. To keep juvenile references, the Nouettes have tunes of Marlinspike Hall. And to cut the whistle in the Castafiore Emerald, it is precisely on the piano for the show that Gounod composed his "Oh, I laughed to see me so beautiful in the mirror...". "Inspired by who I give you in miles: by the same Marguerite that "Holiday (Sophie)", his grandmother, the Countess, had, like his other twenty grandchildren, slipped into his novels.

The piano has disappeared; with the 7,000 books from the library. But on the lawn, the table always stands such a dolmen. On his back of pierre, the Countess wrote the pink library database, then for the stations waiting rooms. A "piston", it can be said: Mr de Ségur presided over the railways of East. In half a century, the heavy slab bore crumbs and the orangeades of thousands of four-hours, and perhaps the "misfortune of Sophie" tea: dog water sweet chalk. At the bottom of the Park, it is also the farm where the girl lampa a bowl of this cream, without which one Norman Cook is only a facilitator of the Weight Watchers .

The Nouettes were a gift from papa Rostopchine, the Moscow incendiary, which allowed Napoleon with a blaze also as devouring the Berezina would be frigid. The Countess is leaking the home of the rue de Varenne, and a husband who preferred the outdoors of the Orne sighs of its dancers. It is the birch trees of the park that the Countess intended location. They recalled him Voronov, the fief of Muscovy that saw him grow up.

At first glance, there is little the Slavic Soul of these Prairie cut streams, that shade the cows to camembert and Apple Cider. These timber-framed houses enguirlandées Bocage have little to do with the low izbas log, to say nothing of these bodies of farm where impatiently Thoroughbred to particles a nothing apache: Jackpot of the relay, the Acres Phiphi, Minos the Goutier... it amounts to an another Normandy: that of Deauville.

A large Truckin'

Mis sorbiers, forest ornaise of the Second Empire was so far from those of the tsars Great Truckin', Countess earned walking the woods of Saint-Evroult cachèrent Cadichon to one of his running away, and those of Moulins-la-Marche where Camille and Madeleine went hazelnut and strawberry. Look good, you find again, just as the animals rescued from the pen of the Countess: Bee decapitated and in collier, drowned hedgehogs, squirrels crushed by a balloon, muée turtle in pressure cooker... "Marguerite: and this poor Toad we have on an anthill". Jacques: And this small bird that I had found, and who died because I had too tight in my hands Oh, that we are going to us! "("Vacation"). To justify these complacent massacres, the Countess slips in the woodland of the country of Ouche a worrying bestiary: "the dog came down on the Wolf at the time where he captured the petticoat of Sophie".

Indeed, under Napoleon III, the black beast of our stories gave white hair in 90 of the prefects, including that of Alençon, where the head of the predator was still being priced before war. However, the episode of the "misfortunes" is only a memory of childhood: the encounter with a monster not identified in the thicket of Voronov.

Old exile, the Countess is Queen for transplantation, this mania of encryption if not of the verlan: Jacques de Traypi vaguely recalled his nephew, Jacques de Pitray; the Rugès family somewhat evokes the Ségur. On this Ms de Fleurville "Little girls", and its circular namesake, Ms. de Rosbourg: the two names are not layers of this MS Tsvetchin, ("Lafleur" in Russian), which arranged the wedding disaster of Sofya with son Ségur And this "nutty General", we have appointed General Dourakine A caricature of his brother, Andrei, so obvious that he broke with it at the exit of the novel. A true Cluedo, in valleys where flows the Risle.

Bathed by the River, the Eagle is the capital of the country of Ouche. "Men are not required to know everything that know the asses, you probably don't know you who read this book, which is known to all donkeys, my friends: is that every Tuesday there is in the town of L'Aigle a market." He survived the disorders that is sema Cadichon and stands still on the same day. Ranked third in France, he kept the corporatism of 100 years ago: cheese and butchers officiate place Saint-Martin. Mercières and vendors of sweaters Bob Marley adossent to the Gothic bell tower. Beyond declaim the merchant of four seasons, and place de Verdun, the caquet and the gurgle of poultry headlong into their cages. Three kilometres to stall, and a concentrate of Normandy in his dialect that alternates dragging and double snag: "' are riin beautiful my rabbits, say." It is-i as è 'wants the Tet' s with

Coronation still Hall to cattle, on the road to Falaise. Eight hours under the canopies and the enclosure of galvanized barriers, climbs the long and stormy cry of mixed beasts, under the expert eye and flexible Gaul from unskilled to caps. At ten o'clock, everything is played; at the end of horse-trading also unsuspected as an appointment of spies, 1,000 beasts, "the wave, the viau and the tauriau", changed owners.

"Located 6 km from the Eagle", Loumigny is missing from the dictionary of the Commons. This is however that Dourakine was waiting for the care of Bagnoles-de-l'Orne. But this same distance is dawn, pretty village-street whose houses mixed brick and Flint. Coincidentally, Cadichon is its Street, and his statue, happily ride by Sophie, if radiant under its umbrella. By chance, the Nouettes are in the municipal cadastre: the loop is buckled. At the height of its staircase, the touching Church was restored by Gaston, eldest son of the Ségur, with the part of legacy bequeathed by his father. Under the grass of the forecourt is Marguerite, died before his four years.

Family album

The presbytery became Museum. This is the album of family of the Countess. We learn is that it was of Tatar descent, that the slaughter of the Hurel father, who offered the cider to models girls, still exists, l'Auberge de l'Ange Gardien was throw, where stands a 1910 House. We also learn that the Countess placed its offspring in institutions refusing to corporal punishment. Because all his life, the Countess heard the screams of a moujik, killed by her mother, dives into the salt yards.

"Raw beasts who don't understand, you are so different from these coarse Russians!" says Dourakine friend Dérigny, name Norman is. The Countess had a complex about her country of origin. Born goddaughter of Czar Paul I and Orthodox, she will die Catholic, with a daughter Lady of honour of Eugénie de Montijo. She began writing in 1857, when the Russians were tumbles in the Crimea; She stopped in 1871, before that Bismarck administers its déculottée to Napoleon III. His career therefore coincides with this grand colonial delirium who persuaded the French around the world dream to sing "From the Syria" (but anthem of the Second Empire). Despite this, the Countess continued to manage the Nouettes boyard woman, there was important agricultural us from the fringes of the Urals, surrounded her children of any Slavic tenderness the Ségur felt "worthy of a Milliner.

To be designated by a title alone has more than plume that the title itself. The Countess share this privilege with the Ingeniere (Ferrari), the General (De Gaulle), not to mention a and divine Marquis... Roland Barthes was too talk on Interline sado-maso of the female author the most read of France. Because you can gut which Hugo, Rabelais and Molière is the French Shakespeare; get off at the level of the short pants and everyone will agree: the Countess is the French counterpart of this good Barrie offering its Captain Hook crocodile of Collodi which transforms his Pinocchio in ass to entrust it to a Tanner of hides and skins of drum, without forgetting the "Pierre the Ebouriffé" of the good Doktor Hoffmann, with his tailor cutting the fingers of the nozzle-of-thumb. Both the cruelty is the common place of child fame.