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"My Twenty-Five Days" is a novella by Guy de Maupassant that recounts the author's personal experiences during a journey through the vibrant and tumultuous landscapes of France. The narrative captures a blend of travelogue and introspective musings, as Maupassant reflects on the people he encounters, the vivid scenery, and his own thoughts and emotions throughout the trip. With his signature style, he weaves themes of nature, human connection, and the passage of time, offering readers a poignant exploration of life and the fleeting moments that define it.
“So the bachelors of the village X often proved to the women of the district that they found them to their taste, and, as the cure was unable to prevent these demonstrations, as gallant as they were natural, he resolved to utilize them for the benefit of the general prosperity. So he imposed as a penance on every woman who had gone wrong that she should plant a walnut tree on the common. And every night lanterns were seen moving about like will-o'-the-wisps on the hillock, for the erring ones scarcely like to perform their penance in broad daylight. “In two years there was no longer any room on the lands belonging to the village, and to-day they calculate that there are more than three thousand trees around the belfry which rings out the services amid their foliage. These are the Sins of the Cure. “Since we have been seeking for so many ways of rewooding France, the Administration of Forests might surely enter into some arrangement with the clergy to employ a method so simple as that employed by this humble cure. “August 7th.—Treatment. “August 8th.—I am packing up my trunks and saying good-by to the charming little district so calm and silent, to the green mountain, to the quiet valleys, to the deserted Casino, from which you can see, almost veiled by its light, bluish mist, the immense plain of the Limagne. “I shall leave to-morrow.” Here the manuscript stopped. I will add nothing to it, my impressions of the country not having been exactly the same as those of my predecessor. For I did not find the two widows!
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