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"Two Friends" is a poignant short story by Guy de Maupassant that explores the themes of friendship, war, and moral dilemmas. Set during the Franco-Prussian War, it follows two lifelong friends, Morissot and Sauvage, who enjoy fishing together in peace. Their camaraderie is tested when they find themselves caught in the upheaval of war. As tensions rise, they face a harrowing choice that ultimately underscores the sacrifice and tragedy that accompany conflict. Maupassant masterfully captures the complexities of friendship amid the backdrop of violence and loss, leaving readers to reflect on the human cost of war.
“They are at it again!” he said. Morissot, who was anxiously watching his float bobbing up and down, was suddenly seized with the angry impatience of a peaceful man toward the madmen who were firing thus, and remarked indignantly: “What fools they are to kill one another like that!” “They're worse than animals,” replied Monsieur Sauvage. And Morissot, who had just caught a bleak, declared: “And to think that it will be just the same so long as there are governments!” “The Republic would not have declared war,” interposed Monsieur Sauvage. Morissot interrupted him: “Under a king we have foreign wars; under a republic we have civil war.” And the two began placidly discussing political problems with the sound common sense of peaceful, matter-of-fact citizens—agreeing on one point: that they would never be free. And Mont-Valerien thundered ceaselessly, demolishing the houses of the French with its cannon balls, grinding lives of men to powder, destroying many a dream, many a cherished hope, many a prospective happiness; ruthlessly causing endless woe and suffering in the hearts of wives, of daughters, of mothers, in other lands. “Such is life!” declared Monsieur Sauvage. “Say, rather, such is death!” replied Morissot, laughing. But they suddenly trembled with alarm at the sound of footsteps behind them, and, turning round, they perceived close at hand four tall, bearded men, dressed after the manner of livery servants and wearing flat caps on their heads. They were covering the two anglers with their rifles. The rods slipped from their owners' grasp and floated away down the river. In the space of a few seconds they were seized, bound, thrown into a boat, and taken across to the Ile Marante. And behind the house they had thought deserted were about a score of German soldiers. A shaggy-looking giant, who was bestriding a chair and smoking a long clay pipe, addressed them in excellent French with the words: “Well, gentlemen, have you had good luck with your fishing?” Then a soldier deposited at the officer's feet the bag full of fish, which he had taken care to bring away. The Prussian smiled. “Not bad, I see. But we have something else to talk about. Listen to me, and don't be alarmed: “You must know that, in my eyes, you are two spies sent to reconnoitre me and my movements. Naturally, I capture you and I shoot you. You pretended to be fishing, the better to disguise your real errand. You have fallen into my hands, and must take the consequences. Such is war. “But as you came here through the outposts you must have a password for your return. Tell me that password and I will let you go.” The two friends, pale as death, stood silently side by side, a slight fluttering of the hands alone betraying their emotion. “No one will ever know,” continued the officer. “You will return peacefully to your homes, and the secret will disappear with you. If you refuse, it means death-instant death. Choose!” They stood motionless, and did not open their lips. The Prussian, perfectly calm, went on, with hand outstretched toward the river: “Just think that in five minutes you will be at the bottom of that water. In five minutes! You have relations, I presume?” Mont-Valerien still thundered. The two fishermen remained silent. The German turned and gave an order in his own language. Then he moved his chair a little way off, that he might not be so near the prisoners, and a dozen men stepped forward, rifle in hand, and took up a position, twenty paces off. “I give you one minute,” said the officer; “not a second longer.” Then he rose quickly, went over to the two Frenchmen, took Morissot by the arm, led him a short distance off, and said in a low voice: “Quick! the password! Your friend will know nothing. I will pretend to relent.” Morissot answered not a word. Then the Prussian took Monsieur Sauvage aside in like manner, and made him the same proposal. Monsieur Sauvage made no reply. Again they stood side by side. The officer issued his orders; the soldiers raised their rifles. Then by chance Morissot's eyes fell on the bag full of gudgeon lying in the grass a few feet from him. A ray of sunlight made the still quivering fish glisten like silver. And Morissot's heart sank. Despite his efforts at self-control his eyes filled with tears. “Good-by, Monsieur Sauvage,” he faltered. “Good-by, Monsieur Morissot,” replied Sauvage. They shook hands, trembling from head to foot with a dread beyond their mastery. The officer cried: “Fire!” The twelve shots were as one. Monsieur Sauvage fell forward instantaneously. Morissot, being the taller, swayed slightly and fell across his friend with face turned skyward and blood oozing from a rent in the breast of his coat. The German issued fresh orders. His men dispersed, and presently returned with ropes and large stones, which they attached to the feet of the two friends; then they carried them to the river bank. Mont-Valerien, its summit now enshrouded in smoke, still continued to thunder. Two soldiers took Morissot by the head and the feet; two others did the same with Sauvage. The bodies, swung lustily by strong hands, were cast to a distance, and, describing a curve, fell feet foremost into the stream. The water splashed high, foamed, eddied, then grew calm; tiny waves lapped the shore. A few streaks of blood flecked the surface of the river. The officer, calm throughout, remarked, with grim humor: “It's the fishes' turn now!” Then he retraced his way to the house. Suddenly he caught sight of the net full of gudgeons, lying forgotten in the grass. He picked it up, examined it, smiled, and called: “Wilhelm!” A white-aproned soldier responded to the summons, and the Prussian, tossing him the catch of the two murdered men, said: “Have these fish fried for me at once, while they are still alive; they'll make a tasty dish.” Then he resumed his pipe.
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