The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse Los Cuatro Jinetes Del Apocalipsis

Author : Vicente Blasco Ibáñez
Publisher :
ISBN 13 : 9781461129561
Total Pages : 344 pages
Book Rating : 4.1/5 (295 download)

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Download or read book The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse written by Vicente Blasco Ibáñez and published by . This book was released on 2011-04-27 with total page 344 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: They were to have met in the garden of the Chapelle Expiatoire at five o'clock in the afternoon, but Julio Desnoyers with the impatience of a lover who hopes to advance the moment of meeting by presenting himself before the appointed time, arrived an half hour earlier. The change of the seasons was at this time greatly confused in his mind, and evidently demanded some readjustment.Five months had passed since their last interview in this square had afforded the wandering lovers the refuge of a damp, depressing calmness near a boulevard of continual movement close to a great railroad station. The hour of the appointment was always five and Julio was accustomed to see his beloved approaching by the reflection of the recently lit street lamps, her figure enveloped in furs, and holding her muff before her face as if it were a half-mask. Her sweet voice, greeting him, had breathed forth a cloud of vapor, white and tenuous, congealed by the cold. After various hesitating interviews, they had abandoned the garden. Their love had acquired the majestic importance of acknowledged fact, and from five to seven had taken refuge in the fifth floor of the rue de la Pompe where Julio had an artist's studio. The curtains well drawn over the double glass windows, the cosy hearth-fire sending forth its ruddy flame as the only light of the room, the monotonous song of the samovar bubbling near the cups of tea-all the seclusion of life isolated by an idolizing love-had dulled their perceptions to the fact that the afternoons were growing longer, that outside the sun was shining later and later into the pearl-covered depths of the clouds, and that a timid and pallid Spring was beginning to show its green finger tips in the buds of the branches suffering the last nips of Winter-that wild, black boar who so often turned on his tracks...