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Original Short Stories Vol.4 - Guy de Maupassant

Original Short Stories Vol.4 - Guy de Maupassant

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Original Short Stories of Maupassant,Volume 4, by Guy de Maupassant This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it awayor re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg Licenseincluded with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Original Short Stories, Volume 4 (of 13) Author: Guy de Maupassant  Last Updated: February 12, 2009 Release Date: August 16, 2006 [EBook #3080] Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MAUPASSANT SHORT STORIES *** Produced by David Widger 
ORIGINAL SHORTSTORIESVOLUME 4 (of 13)By Guy de Maupassant
 
THE MORIBUND
The warm autumn sun was beating down on the farmyard. Under the grass, which had beencropped close by the cows, the earth soaked by recent rains, was soft and sank in under the feetwith a soggy noise, and the apple trees, loaded with apples, were dropping their pale greenfruit in the dark green grass.Four young heifers, tied in a line, were grazing and at times looking toward the house andlowing. The fowls made a colored patch on the dung-heap before the stable, scratching,moving about and cackling, while two roosters crowed continually, digging worms for theirhens, whom they were calling with a loud clucking.The wooden gate opened and a man entered. He might have been forty years old, but helooked at least sixty, wrinkled, bent, walking slowly, impeded by the weight of heavy woodenshoes full of straw. His long arms hung down on both sides of his body. When he got near thefarm a yellow cur, tied at the foot of an enormous pear tree, beside a barrel which served as hiskennel, began at first to wag his tail and then to bark for joy. The man cried:"Down, Finot!"The dog was quiet.A peasant woman came out of the house. Her large, flat, bony body was outlined under a longwoollen jacket drawn in at the waist. A gray skirt, too short, fell to the middle of her legs,which were encased in blue stockings. She, too, wore wooden shoes, filled with straw. Thewhite cap, turned yellow, covered a few hairs which were plastered to the scalp, and herbrown, thin, ugly, toothless face had that wild, animal expression which is often to be found onthe faces of the peasants.The man asked:"How is he gettin' along?"The woman answered:"The priest said it's the end
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that he will never live through the night."Both of them went into the house.

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