Pierre et Jean

Classic from the year 2009 in the subject French Studies - Literature language: English abstract: Chapter 1Tschah! exclaimed old Roland suddenly after he had remained motionless for a quarter of an hour his eyes fixed on the water while now and again he very slightly lifted his line sunk in the sea.Mme. Roland dozing in the stern by the side of Mme. Rosémilly who had been invited to join the fishing-party woke up and turning her head to look at her husband said:Well well! Gerome.And the old fellow replied in a fury:They do not bite at all. I have taken nothing since noon. Only men should ever go fishing. Women always delay the start till it is too late.His two sons Pierre and Jean who each held a line twisted round his forefinger one to port and one to starboard both began to laugh and Jean remarked:You are not very polite to our guest father.M. Roland was abashed and apologized.I beg your pardon Mme. Rosémilly but that is just like me. I invite ladies because I like to be with them and then as soon as I feel the water beneath me I think of nothing but the fish.Mme. Roland was now quite awake and gazing with a softened look at the wide horizon of cliff and sea.You have had good sport all the same she murmured.But her husband shook his head in denial though at the same time he glanced complacently at the basket where the fish caught by the three men were still breathing spasmodically with a low rustle of clammy scales and struggling fins and dull ineffectual efforts gasping in the fatal air. Old Roland took the basket between his knees and tilted it up making the silver heap of creatures slide to the edge that he might see those lying at the bottom and their death-throes became more convulsive while the strong smell of their bodies a wholesome reek of brine came up from the full depths of the creel. The old fisherman sniffed it eagerly as we smell at roses and exclaimed:Cristi! But they