Book cute: The Cute Book by Aranzi Aronzo: 9781932234688

Cute and Easy-to-Make Felt Mascot by Aranzi Aronzo

After making more than half of the felties in Nelly Pailloux’s Felties I started poking around for other similar books. I located this one, took a look at it at and purchased it. By now I had the basics down so was just looking for some new patterns.

I noticed a few strange and not very cute patterns (to me) but bought it anyways for some of the cute ones. The ones I thought were strange were things such as “Kidnapper”, “Bad Guy”, and “Liar”, I think they are just the sense of humor of the creato

After making more than half of the felties in Nelly Pailloux’s Felties I started poking around for other similar books. I located this one, took a look at it at and purchased it. By now I had the basics down so was just looking for some new patterns.

I noticed a few strange and not very cute patterns (to me) but bought it anyways for some of the cute ones. The ones I thought were strange were things such as “Kidnapper”, “Bad Guy”, and “Liar”, I think they are just the sense of humor of the creators and I don’t really share that same sense of humor, I’m all about the cute not so much the weird. But no matter, the book had things such as “Striped Cat”, “Frog”, “White Sheep” and others to catch my fancy.

So far I’ve only made 5 from the 19 patterns (“Panda”, “Monkey”, “White Sheep”, “Striped Cat”, and “Frog”). A lot of the patterns are very similar with the bodies being exactly the same (arms, legs, and a dress) and only the heads being different. Eventually I think I will get to some of the others but they are so similar I haven’t really felt the need to make them yet.

Compared to Felties, The Cute Book’s directions are a little briefer but unlike Felties it has a whole section in the back about what you could do with the felties (or felt mascots as they are referred to in the book). Ideas include keychains, hair accessory, applique etc. Aranzi Aronzo also has several other books that branch off from this one that look to involve using a sewing machine so I’ve passed on those.

Overall another fun feltie book after almost exhausting Felties. Would definitely suggest Felties over this title though.

Girl of All Work Book Buddies Sticky Notes – Cute Corgis

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Use these adorable corgi sticky notes to mark your page in a book or leave yourself fun reminders. The sticky notes feature white speech bubbles for you to write notes in, as if the corgis themselves were speaking to you!


This set includes three different corgis (Toby, Rufus, and Whiskey), with 35 sticky notes of each corgi for a total of 105 sticky notes.

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Model Number GIRL OF ALL WORK GWF052
Manufacturer Girl of All Work
Number of Sheets 105
Sheet Color Brown, White
Size – Length 4.8 cm / 1.9 inches
Size – Width 4.6 cm / 1.8 inches
Weight – With Packaging 0.63 oz / 18 grams

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This Book Is Literally Just Pictures of Cute Animals That Will Make You Feel Better

This zoological and photographic odyssey documents the cutest, cuddliest, and silliest animals of all time, to brighten up the days of humans across the world.

As its name subtly suggests, this book features eighty pictures of excessively cute animals. That’s literally it. Among other gems, you can expect some cats flaunting some fabulous wigs, sloths dangling casually, otters holding hands (an actual thing that occurs in nature) and piglets wearing little rain boots for some adorable reason. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, this book is a landmark moment in the history of photojournalism.

While turning these puppy-peppered pages, your mood will literally become one of delight and tenderness. And therein lies the powerful magic of pictures of cute animals. Just simply peering into those big eyes carries with it all the gravitas of a David Attenborough nature documentary, but without having to actually watch a documentary.

The resilience of the animal kingdom is endlessly inspiring. Cast your mind to this iconic image: a kitten dangling from a tree branch, while sagely encouraging us humans to just “hang in there.” And hang in there we did–in order to own this book. This is literally exactly what our turbulent world needs right now. With its unique meow factor, this is the book that you deserve after a ruff day at work. (It should be said that, mercifully, no animal puns are included in this book.)

Smith Street Books’ editorial staff themselves undertook the arduous work of curating cute animal images for this book.

  • Publish Date: September 03, 2019
  • Format: Hardcover
  • Category: Photography – Subjects & Themes – Plants & Animals
  • Publisher: Smith Street Books
  • Trim Size: 6-1/4 x 7-1/4
  • Pages: 96
  • US Price: $14.95
  • CDN Price: $19.95
  • ISBN: 978-1-925811-18-6

Author Bookshelf: Smith Street Books

Cute Photo Books | Shutterfly

Cute Photo Books for Travel

No matter where you’re going, traveling is an adventure that you’ll want to remember long after you’ve returned home. Preserve all of the new sights, experiences, and memories that you collect during your travels in a cute photo book. Collect all of the cutest moments of your journey — pictures, tickets, postcards, and other souvenirs — to make your own personalized photo book. You’ll want to do justice to all of the gorgeous places you’ve visited by commemorating them in a cute travel photo book.

Cute Photo Books for Your Anniversary

Love is so cute. It sends hearts aflutter and brings smiles to faces everywhere. Whether you’re celebrating your 1 year anniversary or your 50th anniversary, cute photo books are an adorable way to celebrate all the wonderful memories that you and your significant other have created together since your wedding day. You’d be surprised how meaningful putting together a custom anniversary photo book with your spouse is. As you peruse through old photos, you’ll revisit all of the wonderful memories that come with each one. Before you know it, you’ll have spent a few heartwarming hours, days, or more reminiscing about the special moments that make you love and appreciate each other.

And after your cute anniversary photo book has been created, you can flip through it and reminisce all over again. Whenever you and the love of your life want to relive your favorite moments, your photo book is just an arm’s length away.

Cute Baby Photo Books

It’s hard to beat the level of cuteness that babies achieve. People love babies’ cute little noses, tiny hands, and heart-melting smiles. Capture all of the little things that make your baby cute in a personalized cute baby photo book — quickly, before they grow up too fast! In your cute baby photo book, you can document all of your baby’s fleeting first moments. Preserve their first smile, first step, first word, and any other firsts you can imagine. These exciting milestones are the beginning of your child’s story, so you’ll want to remember them. When your child grows up, they’ll be grateful you kept a record of their early moments.

Cute baby photo books also make great gifts for birthday showers. Fill your cute baby photo book with baby shower wishes and messages for the expecting parents.

Cute Photo Books for Any Occasion

Shutterfly’s endless photo book design options give you the power to create a personalized photo book for any occasion. If you’re inspired by the ideas above, you can dive right into creating a travel photo book, anniversary photo book, or baby photo book. Or if you have an idea of your own, indulge your creative side to create a cute photo book about anything you like, for anyone you like. Personalized photo books make the best gifts for birthdays, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Christmas, Hanukkah, weddings, Valentine’s Day, and any other holidays or events that involve gift-giving.

Make Your Photo Books Cute with Cute Sayings and Captions

With Shutterfly, you have complete control of your personalized cute photo book. You have the power to add, move and resize pictures and text anywhere. So it’s easy for you to integrate cute sayings for photo books as well as cute captions for photo books.

The Power of Cute | Princeton University Press

Cuteness has taken the planet by storm. Global sensations Hello Kitty and Pokémon, the works of artists Takashi Murakami and Jeff Koons, Heidi the cross-eyed opossum and E.T.—all reflect its gathering power. But what does “cute” mean, as a sensibility and style? Why is it so pervasive? Is it all infantile fluff, or is there something more uncanny and even menacing going on—in a lighthearted way? In The Power of Cute, Simon May provides nuanced and surprising answers.

We usually see the cute as merely diminutive, harmless, and helpless. May challenges this prevailing perspective, investigating everything from Mickey Mouse to Kim Jong-il to argue that cuteness is not restricted to such sweet qualities but also beguiles us by transforming or distorting them into something of playfully indeterminate power, gender, age, morality, and even species. May grapples with cuteness’s dark and unpindownable side—unnerving, artful, knowing, apprehensive—elements that have fascinated since ancient times through mythical figures, especially hybrids like the hermaphrodite and the sphinx. He argues that cuteness is an addictive antidote to today’s pressured expectations of knowing our purpose, being in charge, and appearing predictable, transparent, and sincere. Instead, it frivolously expresses the uncertainty that these norms deny: the ineliminable uncertainty of who we are; of how much we can control and know; of who, in our relations with others, really has power; indeed, of the very value and purpose of power.

The Power of Cute delves into a phenomenon that speaks with strange force to our age.

Simon May is visiting professor of philosophy at King’s College London. His books include Love: A History, Love: A New Understanding of an Ancient Emotion, a collection of his own aphorisms entitled Thinking Aloud, and Nietzsche’s Ethics and His War on “Morality. His work has been translated into ten languages.

“As a playful riposte to our self-conscious, drearily introspective age, The Power of Cute is rather more savvy than its sweetly diminutive form suggests.”—Frankie McCoy, Standpoint

“[Simon May] posits that our mania for cute can have sinister repercussions, and might even explain the rise of Donald Trump.”—Kate Wills, Evening Standard

“In The Power of Cute, Simon May explores the most fascinating effect of cuteness—namely that moment in which what seemed at first to be merely adorable and perhaps heartwarming tips over into something strange, unsettling, and alien. In May’s hands, the cute object becomes a figure that toggles back and forth between two disparate worlds, simultaneously producing anxiety and delight.”—Christy Wampole, Princeton University

“Modern taste has been shaped by new and emerging concepts poised on the borderline between moral and aesthetic judgment. One of these concepts is that of ‘the cute’ and Simon May has done a great service in subjecting this poor, sweet, and vulnerable idea to a hearty conceptual thrashing. This book will be read and enjoyed by all with a satirical interest in the world of sentimental emotions.”—Roger Scruton, author of The Soul of the World

The Power of Cute examines an acute yet virtually unnoticed part of contemporary society, the rise of cuteness. A joy to read, this book is terrifyingly brilliant and continuously surprising, filled with subtle insights and wonderful theorizing.”—Jeffrey C. Alexander, Yale University

“From powerlessness to tyranny, and from the fluffy dog in the window to Kim Jong-il’s hairstyle, ‘the cute’ raises the abysmal issue of the world’s desire for meaninglessness. Comforting and uncanny at the same time, cuteness incarnates nihilism as plenitude, infantilism as art, and desexualization as seduction. Simon May’s humorous and profound book explores the secret dimensions of a new religion, raising the question: Is cuteness an attribute of God?”—Catherine Malabou, Kingston University London

“We think we have power over cute things—but maybe the boot is on the other foot, and cute things manipulate us. The Power of Cute considers the notion that when we find things or people cute, ambivalence is in the air: on the one hand, cute things are infantile and unthreatening, on the other hand, uncanny or unsettling. This intelligent and thought-provoking book breaks new ground.”—Simon Blackburn, author of Mirror, Mirror

“In this highly readable and erudite book, Simon May develops a theory of ‘the cute.’ May probes a range of cases, particularly of artificial cuteness—Hello Kitty, Pokémon, E.T., Kewpie dolls—and gives searching reflections on what the ascendancy of cute might reflect about our broader societal values and present historical moment.”—Andrew Huddleston, Birkbeck, University of London

This cute book explains AI to children, without Terminators

Algorithm. Machine learning. Neural network. Singularity. These are the sorts of terms that make the idea of artificial intelligence tough to grok. But a new book by Matteo Loglio, cofounder of the product and interaction studio oio, aims to make AI accessible to children.

Called Many Intelligences ($22), the cute children’s book for ages six and up—which Loglio both wrote and illustrated—walks through the gradient of human, animal, and robotic intelligence. It explains how thinking generally comes from brains but still exists in starfish and even plants (both of which lack gray matter).

[Image: courtesy Corraini Edizioni]Eventually, it reaches the topic of our machines, implying that the basic sensory intelligence of a smart toaster might not be quite so different from some of the simplest life on earth.

Along the way, the book does make one claim that parents might want to flag on a read-along, that collaboration is a uniquely human trait. In fact, modern science is revealing that there’s strong evidence of thoughtful animal collaboration across the planet. Animal thinking is often shoehorned as instinctual, while human thinking is championed as something greater. In fact, our inability to understand animal intelligence may often be due to our own methodological shortcomings. What we see as species differences could actually be born from our own human prejudice.

That disclaimer aside, the book ultimately concludes that there may be a day when we give robots similar rights to human beings, and that machines may, in fact, grow to be smarter than us. It’s the sort of future that can make your stomach churn, no thanks to film franchises such as The Terminator, which imply any more intelligent robotic sentience will automatically attempt to kill us. But in Loglio’s narrative, that future doesn’t seem too bleak. Many Intelligences is a proper bedtime story for AI, not another nightmare that will keep your child up at night.

The Super Cute Book of Kawaii!

Our first book, The Super Cute Book of Kawaii was published by Pop Press/Penguin Books on 4th July 2019!

It’s filled with brand new content that you won’t find anywhere else including all the things you love about the blog. There’s character profiles, DIY crafts and recipes, outfit inspiration from our favourite kawaii people, a shopping guide to Tokyo, how to make a cute and cosy home, journaling inspiration and more, all packed inside a squishy cover!

Bookmarks are available with signed copies – see below

Here’s the official book description:

Live a bright, fun, rainbow-filled life with Kawaii

The Japanese word Kawaii means lovable or adorable. Welcoming a little kawaii into your life is like opening the window and letting a sparkling sunbeam in.

Whenever you feel a little low turn to this squishy, padded-covered book.

Find fun ideas to: make a cosy kawaii home; playful, confidence boosting styling and beauty tips; and recipes that will make your smile. This book includes 10 easy how-to projects to bring kawaii into your life.

Here, you’ll also find a host of very special kawaii mascots that will always be ready to give you a hug when you need one: The Octonauts, Smiling Bear, Hello Kitty, Gudetama, Molang, Ricemonsters, Miffy the Rabbit, the Moomins, Donutella, Unicorno, Moofia and Pusheen.

Escape into the magical world of kawaii…

You’ll find some familiar faces inside including characters like Hello Kitty, Rilakkuma and Pusheen! We also invited some of our cutest friends to help out so look out for Beauxoxo, Cakes With Faces, Little Miss Paintbrush, Julie Doll, Lynsay Loves, Messy Pink, Rainbowholic, Tofu Cute and Twinkie Chan.

There’s lots of fun, easy crafts to try too, with accessories and home decor, plus some sweet colourful recipes. At the end is a kawaii directory with our recommendations for events, shops, YouTube channels, subscription boxes and more.

Where to buy The Super Cute Book of Kawaii!

You can buy the book online now from the following sites, or ask your local bookstore to order a copy for you. Prices will vary across sites.

Signed Books & Bookplates

Signed copies are available from me at my Asking For Trouble shop. You can also buy a signed bookplate to stick in a book you bought elsewhere. Both come with a free exclusive bookmark!

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*Also available on other regional Amazon sites – check the one nearest you.

Can’t afford the book?

Follow @sckawaii on Twitter, Instagram or Facebook to find out about giveaways + events, signings and international editions. You can also request the book from your local library.

Review copies

We have some review copies available for bloggers/vloggers with a large following who regularly post about kawaii/Japan/crafts. Please contact us with your stats and information to be considered.

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Guy de Maupassant. Dear friend

PART ONE
Chapter 1

George Duroy received five francs change from the restaurant cashier and headed for the exit.
Statuesque by nature and, moreover, retaining the non-commissioned bearing, he drew himself up and, twirling his mustache with his usual dashing gesture, captured the belated visitors with that keen gaze with which a handsome man, like a hawk, looks out for prey.
The women raised their eyes to him; these were three young workers, a music teacher, middle-aged, carelessly combed, untidy dressed, wearing a dusty hat, and a dress that sat crookedly on it, and two bourgeois women with their husbands — regulars at this cheap tavern.
He stood on the sidewalk for a minute, thinking about what to do next. Today is the twenty-eighth of June; until the first day he has only three francs forty centimes left. This means: two lunches, but no breakfasts, or two breakfasts, but no dinners – to choose from.Since breakfast costs ten francs and dinner costs one and a half francs, he will get twenty francs if he refuses to eat; therefore, he reckoned, it would be possible to dine twice more with bread and sausage and drink two beers on the boulevard. And this is his biggest expense and the greatest pleasure that he allows himself in the evenings. He moved along the rue Notre Dame de Loret.
He walked in the same way as in those days when he was wearing a hussar’s uniform: thrusting out his chest and slightly spreading his legs, as if he had just got off a horse.He unceremoniously squeezed through the crowd that filled the street: he touched passers-by with his shoulder, pushed, did not give way to anyone. Shifting his worn-out top hat slightly to one side and tapping his heels, he walked with the arrogant air of a gallant soldier who found himself among civilians who despise absolutely everything: people and houses – the whole city.
Even in this cheap suit, bought for sixty francs, he managed to maintain a certain elegance – vulgar, striking, but still elegance.Tall, good figure, curly blond hair with a reddish tint, combed in a parted part, curled mustache, as if foaming on the lip, light blue eyes with pupil gimbals – everything in him reminded the seducer from a tabloid novel.
It was one of those summer evenings when there was not enough air in Paris. The city, hot as a steam room, seemed to gasp and sweat. The stench spread from the granite mouths of the sewers; from the basement floors, from the low kitchen windows, came the disgusting smell of slop and sour sauce.
The doormen, taking off their jackets, were smoking on straw chairs at the gate; passers-by walked past them, hats in hand, barely moving their legs. Having reached the boulevard, Georges Duroy again stopped in indecision. He was drawn to the Champs Elysees, to the Bois de Boulogne – to breathe fresh air among the trees. But he also felt another desire – the desire to meet a woman.
How will it happen? He did not know this, but he had been waiting for her for three months, every day, every evening. However, thanks to his happy appearance and gallant treatment, here and there it happened to snatch a little love, but he hoped for something more and better.
His pockets were empty, and meanwhile the blood was playing, and he was inflamed by every touch of street women, whispering in the corners: “Come with me, handsome!” – but did not dare to follow them, since he had nothing to pay with; moreover, he was still expecting something different, different, less accessible kisses. And yet he loved to visit places where girls of easy virtue swarmed – their balls, restaurants, streets; he loved to jostle among them, to speak with them, to address them on “you”, to breathe a sharp smell of their perfume, to feel their closeness.After all, they are women too, and women created for love.

Dear friend

Georges Duroy, the son of well-to-do peasants, owners of a tavern, at the whim of nature is endowed with a happy appearance. He is slender, tall, blond, he has a wonderful mustache … Women like him very much, and he is in Paris. But he has three francs in his pocket, and his salary will not be until two days later.He is hot, he wants a beer … Duroy wanders around Paris and waits for an opportunity, which should be presented, right? The case is most likely a woman. And so it will be. All his cases will come from women … In the meantime, he meets Forestier.

They served together in Algeria. Georges Duroy did not want to be the first in the village and tried his luck in military service. For two years he robbed and killed Arabs. During this time, he developed the habit of walking with his chest outstretched and taking what he wanted. And in Paris you can stick out your chest and push passers-by, but here it is not customary to mine gold with a revolver in hand.

And the fat Forestier succeeded: he is a journalist, he is a wealthy man, he is complacent – he treats his old friend to beer and advises him to do journalism. He invites Georges to dinner the next day and gives him two louis (forty francs) so that he can rent a decent suit.

This is how it all started. Forestier, it turns out, has a wife – an elegant, very pretty blonde. Her friend, the burning brunette Madame de Marelle, appears with her little daughter. Welcomed by Mr. Walter, deputy, rich man, publisher of the newspaper “French Life”.There is also a famous feuilletonist and also a famous poet … But Duroy does not know how to handle a fork and does not know how to deal with four glasses … But he quickly finds his bearings. And now – oh, how come in handy! – the conversation went about Algeria. Georges Duroy enters the conversation as if in cold water, but they ask him questions … He is in the spotlight, and the ladies do not take their eyes off him! And Forestier, a friend of Forestier, does not miss the moment and asks the dear patron of Mr. Walter to take Georges to work in the newspaper … Well, we’ll see that, but for now, Georges has been ordered two or three essays on Algeria.And one more thing: Georges tamed Lorina, Madame de Marel’s little daughter. He kissed the girl and rocks her on her knee, and the mother is amazed and says that Mr. Duroy is irresistible.

How happily it all started! And all because he is such a handsome man and well done … It remains only to write this damn essay and tomorrow by three o’clock bring it to Mr. Walter.

And Georges Duroy sits down to work. Diligently and beautifully, he prints the title on a blank sheet of paper: “Memories of an African Shooter.” This name was suggested by Ms. Walter.But the matter does not go further. Who knew that it was one thing to chat at the table with a glass in hand, when the ladies were not taking their eyes off you, and quite another thing to write! The devilish difference … But nothing, the morning is wiser than the evening.

But in the morning it’s not like that. Efforts are in vain. And Georges Duroy decides to ask Forestier’s friend for help. However, Forestier hurries to the newspaper, he sends Georges to his wife: she, they say, will help just as well.

Madame Forestier sat Georges at the table, listened to him, and after a quarter of an hour began to dictate the article.Luck carries it. The article is published – what a happiness! He was accepted into the chronicle department, and at last you can leave the hated office of the Northern Railway forever. Georges does everything correctly and accurately: first he received a month’s salary at the box office, and only then he cheated his boss at parting – he enjoyed it.

One thing is not good. The second article is not published. But this is not a problem – you need to take another lesson from Ms. Forestier, and this is a pleasure. Here, however, no luck: Forestier himself was at home and told Georges that, they say, he did not intend to work for him… Pig!

Duroy is angry and will make the article himself, without any help. You will see! .. And he made an article, wrote. Only it was not accepted: it was considered unsatisfactory. He redid it. Again they did not accept. After three alterations, Georges spat and went entirely into reporting.

It was then that he turned around. His sneakiness, charm and arrogance came in very handy. Mr. Walter himself is pleased with Duroy’s employee. Only one thing is bad: receiving in the newspaper twice as much as in the office, Georges felt like a rich man, but this did not last long.The more money, the more it is missing! And then: after all, he looked into the world of big people, but remained outside this world. He was lucky, he works in the newspaper, he has acquaintances and connections, he is a member of offices, but … only as a reporter. Georges Duroy is still a poor man and a day laborer. And here, next to them, in their own newspaper – here they are! – people with pockets full of gold, they have gorgeous houses and spicy wives … Why is it all with them? Why not with him? There is some kind of mystery here.

Georges Duroy does not know the solution, but he knows what his strength is.And he recalls Madame de Marelle, the one who was with her daughter at dinner at Forestier. “I am always at home until three o’clock,” she said then. Georges phoned at half past three. Of course, he was worried, but Madame de Marel is the very hospitality, the very attractive grace. And Lorina treats him like a friend … And now Georges is invited to dinner at a restaurant, where he will be with Madame de Marel and the wife of Forestier – two couples.

Lunch in a private room is sophisticated, long and spicy with casual, light chatter on the edge of obscenity.Madame de Marelle promised to get drunk and kept her promise. Georges escorts her. In the carriage, he is indecisive for a while, but it seems she moved her leg … He rushed to the attack, she surrendered. Finally he got hold of a real woman of the world!

The next day Duroy has breakfast with his beloved. He is still timid, does not know how things will go on, but she is charmingly sweet, and Georges plays in love … And this is so easy in relation to such a magnificent woman! Then Lorina enters and happily runs to him: “Ah, dear friend!” This is how Georges Duroy got his name.And Madame de Marel – her name is Clotilde – turned out to be a delightful mistress. She hired a small apartment for their dates. Georges is unhappy: he can’t afford it … No, it’s already been paid! No, he cannot allow this … She begs, more, more, and he … conceded, believing that in general it is fair. No, but how cute she is!

Georges has no money at all, but after each meeting he discovers one or two gold coins in his waistcoat pocket. He is outraged! Then he gets used to it. He keeps track of his debt to Clotilde only to calm his conscience.

It so happened that the lovers had a lot of quarrel. It looks like it’s a gap. Georges dreams – in the form of revenge – to repay Clotilde’s debt. But there is no money. And Forestier loaned ten francs to ask for money – a pitiful handout. Nothing, Georges will repay him, he will instruct the old Friend. Moreover, he now knows how simple it is.

But what is it? The attack on Madame Forestier was immediately drowned out. She is friendly and frank: she will never become Duroy’s mistress, but offers him her friendship. Perhaps it is more expensive than the horns of Forestier! And here is the first friendly advice; pay a visit to Ms. Walter.

A dear friend managed to appear to Mrs. Walter and her guests, and in less than a week, he has already been appointed head of the chronicle department and invited to the Walters for dinner. This is the price of friendly advice.

An important event happened at the Walters’ dinner, but Dear Friend does not yet know that this is an important event: he is introduced to the publisher’s two daughters – eighteen and sixteen years old (one is ugly, the other is pretty, like a doll). But Georges could not fail to notice something else, Clotilde is still seductive and sweet.They made up, and the connection was restored.

Forestier is ill, he is losing weight, coughs, and it is clear that he is not a tenant. Clotilde, by the way, says that Forestier’s wife will not hesitate to get married as soon as everything is over, and Dear Friend pondered. In the meantime, the wife took poor Forestier to the south – to be treated. At parting, Georges asks Madame Forestier to count on his friendly help.

And help was needed: Ms. Forestier asks Duroy to come to Cannes, not to leave her alone with her dying husband. A dear friend feels the space opening up in front of him.He goes to Cannes and conscientiously fulfills his companionship. Until the very end. Georges Duroy managed to show Madeleine Forestier that he was a dear friend, a wonderful and kind person.

And everything worked out! Georges marries the widow Forestier. Now he has an amazing assistant – the genius of behind-the-scenes journalism and political games … And he has a beautifully arranged house, and now he has become a nobleman: he divided his last name into syllables and took the name of his native village, he is now du Roy de Cantel.

He and his wife are friends. But friendship must also know the boundaries … Ah, why such a clever Madeleine informs Georges out of friendship that Madame Walter is crazy about him? .. And even worse: she says that if Georges were free, she would advise him marry Suzanne, Walter’s pretty daughter.

Dear friend thought again. And Madame Walter, if you look closely, there is still nothing very much … There is no plan, but Georges starts the game. This time, the object is respectable and fights desperately with itself, but Dear Friend overlaid from all sides and drives into a trap.And drove it. The hunt is over, but the hunter wants to get the prey again and again. He has other things to do. Then Mrs. Walter reveals a secret to the hunter.

Military expedition to Morocco is solved. Walter and Laroche, the foreign minister, want to cash in on this. They bought Moroccan bonds on the cheap, but their value will skyrocket. They will earn tens of millions. Georges can buy, too, before it’s too late.

Tangier – gateway to Morocco – captured. Walter has fifty million, he bought a luxurious mansion with a garden.And Durua is angry: he does not have a lot of money again. True, his wife inherited a million from a friend, and Georges chopped off half of her, but that was not that. Suzanne, Walter’s daughter, has a twenty million dowry …

Georges is tracking his wife with the vice police. She was found with Minister Laroche. A dear friend knocked down the minister with one blow and got a divorce. But Walter would never give up Suzanne for him! This also has its own trick. It was not for nothing that he seduced Madame Walter: while Georges was having dinner and breakfast with her, he became friends with Susanna, she believes him.And Dear friend took the pretty fool away. She is compromised, and the father has nowhere to go.

Georges Duroy leaves the church with his young wife. He sees the Chamber of Deputies, he sees the Bourbon Palace. He achieved everything.

But he will never be neither hot nor cold. He would never want beer so badly.

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A story about a kind Bear, who despaired of finding a friend.Upon learning of this, the most impressionable star fell from the sky and, probably, would have disappeared, and the Bear would have remained alone forever, if the cowardly but decisive Hare had not intervened in the matter.

The book is dedicated to all Bears who are waiting for their Hare home.

CHAPTER 1
Once upon a time there was a Bear

In the Fluffy Forest, where there are often fogs, mighty trees whisper old tales, and the sunset every evening of a different color, once upon a time there was a Bear.
The bear was quite a bearish bear.He lived in a cozy den, cooked raspberry jam and always washed his right paw before eating.
But most of all, Bear loved to read. And his books were visible and invisible. Apparently – because the books were scattered all over the den, but invisibly – because some volumes were hiding from Bear for weeks.
Often the Bear would take an interesting book and sit by the fireplace in an easy chair. There was another empty chair next to it. The bear dreamed that someday he would have a friend with whom he could read together.
But finding a friend was not easy.
– We are friends only with those who have straight front teeth! – said the beavers.
The bear tried very hard and pressed his teeth with his paws, but they stubbornly grew in different directions.
“And we are only friends with those who hide food behind their cheeks,” the hamsters muttered.
The bear stuffed five potatoes, cones and a head of cabbage by the cheeks, but the hamsters, seeing his swollen face, fled in horror.
“And we’re not friends with anyone,” said the magpies. – We love to fly alone.
The bear did not want to fly alone and was completely sad.
Then he decided on a desperate act: he took a small pencil with his big paw and clumsily wrote on a piece of paper:
The bear attached a note to the door, stroked it with his paw, just in case, and suddenly hurried:
– We must do everything!
He rushed into the den and slammed the door behind him. The note came off and flew away.
The den was almost clean, but Bear got down to business so zealously that it immediately became almost dirty.
He pulled up chairs to the table, laid the best strawberry tablecloth and lit a kerosene lamp.And while he was doing all this in a hurry, he accidentally broke a vase of flowers, knocked over the wardrobe and tore the curtain.
– Well, that’s how good it turned out, – Bear smiled and brewed fragrant tea with herbs. Then he took out the best jam and poured some cinnamon into a saucer.
A pleasant smell spread through the den, it became cozy. Teddy bear thought that any guest would really like it here, and they would immediately turn into bosom friends.
The clock was ticking. Minute ran after minute, hour after hour.
It grew darker and darker, the lamp went out, and the Bear waited and waited.He sat down in the very corner and fell silent, listening carefully to see if anyone was going to the den.
At this time, a piece of paper stuck to the beaver’s face on the lake, he took it off and showed it to other beavers in confusion.
– Look, the invitation! – the beavers were delighted. – We would have gone to visit, but it doesn’t say where!
The beaver threw out the note, and it was carried further through the forest, until it covered the head of the hamster hurrying home.
– I would go to visit, – judged the hamster, glancing over the sheet, – only it is not clear to whom!
The note flew around the entire forest and rose high into the sky – to where the stars began to light up.
And Bear waited until nightfall. Finally, unable to bear it, he went out the threshold and began to peer into the darkened forest.
– Will no one come to visit me? He shouted, and his voice broke.
Nobody heard him. Nobody but a small star in the middle of the sky.
She was so worried that she mixed up the rays.
– I want to visit! – the asterisk squeaked, but the voice was so thin that it got lost in the heavens, and the Bear did not hear it.
– Ooh! – the wind asked to visit, but the Bear did not know his language.
– Hir-rr, – the branches crackled in their own way, but the Bear did not pay attention to them.
The bear waved his paw and exclaimed in hearts:
– Well, okay! It seems that friendship does not exist. These are all fairy tales.
He burst into the den, stepped on the gramophone and threw the second chair out the door.
At that moment, something happened. Something awful.
The sky shuddered, and a star fell out of its very middle. Shrilly screeching and losing sparks of gold, she rushed to the ground.
But Bear didn’t see it.Sniffing angrily, he opened the book and buried his face in it. However, it was not very convenient to read. Either because of the extinguished lamp, or because the book was turned upside down.
The bear didn’t care. His thoughts were far away. He thought that he would never, never seek friendship again! Even if they beg him. Never.
CHAPTER 2
Mystery Guest

How long Bear has been reading the book upside down is unknown.
Desperate screams distracted him from his gloomy thoughts.
– Oh oh oh! – someone shouted outside the door.
– How impolite to shout under the window so late! – said Bear and covered his ears with his paws.
– Ah ah ah! – it came from outside again.
Then Bear realized: something had happened. He took a lantern, put on a scarf, a vest and left the den.
The forest swayed in the wind, and the long grass rustled around.
The bear raised the lantern high, and a yellow light spilled over the clearing.
– Hey! Who shouted so disgustingly here?
They didn’t answer him. Suddenly Teddy Bear felt like
something clung to his paw.
– Ay! – Bear shouted, and cones fell from the trees.
A gray fluffy lump stuck to the paw. The bear tried to rip it off, but then he saw that it was a hare. A fairly common hare with long ears and a plump nose.
– Hello! – The bear lit up the hare. – Why are you stuck?
– It’s me out of fear, – said the Hare and closed his eyes. – You are too big, and I am afraid of you, and your leg is soft and not scary.
“I see,” said Bear. – And you shouted it?
– I, – admitted the Hare.- You would have screamed yourself if you were in my place.
– If I were in your place, I would sit at home. With other hares.
– I can’t sit at home with hares. Firstly, I am the only Hare in our forest, and secondly, someone broke my house! Someone terrible and bright, like a walking fire! Do you know how scary? Wow! I barely escaped. I was running, I couldn’t make out the road, I stopped, I looked – and there was a black forest around. Owls scream, crows fly! I erased my paws, tugged my tail and froze completely. And I don’t even have a carrot with me.It’s good that your paw is warm, at least I’ll get warm a little.
“I don’t know what to do with you,” Bear said angrily. – Before, I would have invited you to the den, but now what to do? I don’t like guests anymore.
The hare became sad and pressed his ears:
– It’s a pity. Looks like I’m lost.
– Well, okay, – Bear sighed, – let me go until morning. Indeed, you cannot stay in the forest in such darkness. But tomorrow at dawn you will leave.
– Yeah, – the Hare nodded.
The bear lifted the Hare by the ears, twisted it this way and that, tore off the debris stuck to the fur, shook it and carried it to the den.
– I have no carrots, but I have a broken gramophone and a warm blanket.
In the den, Bear put the Hare on a bench and gave him a bowl of jam. I looked closely, and a hedgehog sits next to him and also eats from a bowl.
– Who is this? – the Bear was surprised.
– This is the Hedgehog, – said the Hare and wiped the drops of jam from the needles. – He always walks with me. Because it’s still small.
– I see, – Bear sighed again and went for the second bowl.
He returned, and the Hare is alone again.
– And where is your hedgehog? – asked Bear.
– Not yours, but ours, – said the Hare, starting to jam. – Probably went to bed.
The bear was surprised, but said nothing. You never know what oddities can be in an animal that has thorns instead of fur?
The hare ate quickly, his cheeks puffed out and deflated, and his ears shook. When the jam ended, the Hare gratefully stroked the bear’s side with his ears and said:
– You, Bear, are very kind, I dream of having such a friend.
The bear wanted to say that he did not and would not have friends, but the Hare yawned sweetly and sweetly and fell asleep right on the bench.
– That’s the way it is, the guests are not reached, then the herds come running, – Bear muttered. – If it goes on like this, fish will float towards me in schools and birds will fly in flocks, but I will not be friends with them. I do not like to change my decisions.
He covered the Hare with a blanket, wiped the drops of jam from the floor, licked the bowls clean and turned off the light.
Because he wanted to sleep too.
– Tomorrow I’ll put the Hare out the door, and everything will be as before, – decided Bear, climbing into bed.
But Bear was wrong.That night his life changed forever.
CHAPTER 3
Morning

– Get up, sloth! You won’t see anything. The bear woke up because someone was jumping on the blanket and stepping on his stomach, then on his head. It was the Hare.
– What should I see? – the Bear was frightened.
– We’re going to see what’s left of my broken house. I’m afraid without you. The bear threw the Hare to the floor and turned away, pulling the blanket up to the top of his head.
– Hey! – The hare grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it off with a jerk so that he himself rolled on the floor.But this did not upset him in the least. The hare jumped up and busily ran around the den. – Get dressed. What are you wearing there? Tights? Suspenders? Who will understand you, bears.
Things flew onto the bed: pants, a hat, skis, a bee net, an unfinished sleeveless jacket and a bumblebee costume left over from the New Year’s holiday.
The bear sat down grimly. His fur was disheveled, his eyes were swollen, and his mouth was trying to yawn.
The hare, having climbed onto his shoulders, was already combing the brown wool with a shoe brush.
– Here, you will be a neat bear.You will go with me into the forest, and everyone will say: who is this nice bear? And I will say: this is my friend Bear.
– Friend? – the Bear was surprised. – No no! I do not have friends.
– How is it not? Very much even there. It’s me. Well, Hedgehog.
“I don’t believe you,” said Bear, “you are saying that now, and then you yourself will forget me.
– Let’s not forget, – promised the Hare. – I have a good memory. And the Hedgehog is even better: he, if he has eaten where once, then goes there every day.
The bear muttered something incredulously and began to dress.He put on his check trousers, put his handkerchief in his pocket, and tied a neat bow around his neck. Then he looked at the Hare and gave him rubber boots.
– Put on something too.
The hare put on one boot and fell into it up to his ears. The bear sighed and took the Hare under his arm.
– I’ll carry you like that, otherwise there are puddles on the road.
The bear wanted to leave the den, but then something rustled behind the stove.
– Oh, – Bear almost dropped the Hare, – who is there?
– Do not be noisy. This is the Hedgehog, he made a mink there.
– This is my house! – the Bear was upset. – I do not like it when they dig holes in my house.
– Look, what a greedy man. He feels sorry for the places behind the stove, – said the Hare. – And where to play the Hedgehog?
“Okay, let him dig,” the Bear agreed reluctantly. – But only until evening. And then I will live alone again.
CHAPTER 4
Who broke the house?

The morning forest was glistening with dew, and Bear’s paws quickly got wet. He went out to the Zaitseva glade and in surprise opened his mouth so that the animals crowding nearby hid in horror.
All around was flooded with pearlescent light. In the center of the clearing lay a house turned upside down. It glowed as if the sun was hidden inside.
– What kind of magic is this? – muttered Medvezhik and dropped the Hare into the iridescent grass.
– This is the most wonderful miracle of all that I have ever seen! – The hare stuck his ears out of the grass. – And I thought that my house burned down.
– Out of the way, – pushing Bear aside, a beaver busily approached the house.
It was a very unusual beaver: unkempt, in pants torn at the knees and with a broken front tooth.
– Hey, where are you going? – the Hare was surprised.
– How where? There, – said Beaver and snapped a whole tooth. – Do not you see, what? A star has fallen on a no-man’s house!
– Star? – muttered the Hare, and his ears fluttered like the wings of a butterfly.
– Of course, a star! Can’t you see? Now everything in the house is golden. And I just need gold.
– This is not your gold, but the Hare. Because this is his house, – said Bear, but Beaver ducked through the open door and disappeared into a golden glitter.
“There’s no hare, so it’s nobody’s house,” came the voice of the Beaver.
After a moment, he jumped out, clutching a mattress glowing like a light bulb in his paws.
– This is the booty! With this wonderful thing, everyone will notice me.
The hare stretched out its paws, but the Beaver briskly walked past.
The bear was confused by such impudence, but immediately came to his senses and lifted the Hare by the ears from the grass.
– Stop! Here is the Hare! So put the mattress back.
– So he doesn’t mind! – said the Beaver.
– He also objects. – Bear let go of the Hare and snatched the mattress from the Beaver, barely opening his paws.
The beaver spat with silent fury and hid behind a tree.
The bear threw the mattress back, turned the house upside down. The house lit up the clearing like a bonfire, and the trees around it seemed yellow-orange.
– Do not be sad, Hare, we will renovate your house, and it will be as good as new.
The Hare’s nose turned white, and one eye twitched. Stretching out its paws, the Hare rushed to the house, stumbled and rolled headlong out the door.
– I didn’t even know that he wanted to go home so much … – Bear muttered.
He stood, shifting from paw to paw, and then lowered his head and walked dejectedly away.
Suddenly a crash came from the house.
– There is no! And then no! And here, too, no! – the sad cries of the Hare were heard.
The bear rushed back, opened the door and stuck his head inside. Everything in the house was golden, as if smeared with a thin layer of shiny honey. Teddy Bear’s stomach rumbled. But he was afraid to get in, because there was very little space in the house. The basket, table and stool are all things of the Hare.
In the middle of the cramped room, a Hare was sitting on the floor, clutching his head with his short paws, squealing:
– The star was stolen!
CHAPTER 5
How to find a star?

– Oh oh oh! – howled the Hare.- Poor little star! What if squirrels stole it and gnaw it instead of a nut? What if she was stolen by fish and drowned in the lake? Bear, do something. You’re kind!
The bear pulled the Hare out of the house and patted the top of his head.
– Who could have stolen it?
– No one needs your faded star. – Beaver leaned out from behind a tree. – The star faded with fright and, hiding behind a burdock, ran away.
– Oh oh! Poor star! – the Hare howled more than ever. – All alone in the black forest. What if she fell into a hole? Tangled in the thorns? Bogged down in a swamp?
– Let’s look for her! – suggested Bear and shouted: – Star! Star! Where are you?
At his cries, various animals came out of the forest and asked in surprise:
– Who are you looking for?
– We’re looking for a star.She fell from the sky, lost all her sequins and is now all alone, – explained Bear.
– We’ll find her soon! – said the chipmunks. – Summon everyone!
The beasts passed this news to each other, and each decent beast joined in the search. Even an elk – and he paced the distant meadows and called for a star.
– After all, if the star went somewhere, it would have left a golden mark. Maybe she’s somewhere nearby? – reasoned Bear.
He walked around the whole clearing, looked under the snag and shook the bushes.
The hare ran after him, saying:
– Not found! Didn’t find it again! Oh oh!
– Poor little star! Where should we look for it?
“Nowhere,” came a voice from the tree.
– Why? – asked the Hare.
– Because I hid very well.
The Hare and the Bear stared at the tree. On a branch sat a small, shaggy, whitish creature with thin legs and large eyes.
– Hey! Why are you looking at me? – shouted the Hare. – I do not know you.
– You know. I’m a star. I collapsed on your house.
– Oh, – the Hare wrinkled his nose. – Yes … It’s worse than I thought. Well, nothing, we will love you and such. The main thing is that I found you. And Bear found you.
“And the Beaver,” added the Beaver from behind the tree.
The hare jumped, tried to climb a tree, fell, kicked the trunk with his paw and finally said:
– This harmful tree throws me off. Come on, Honey Vezhik, help me …
The bear extended his paws to the Hare, but the Star suddenly jerked his foot and shouted:
– Oh no, don’t touch me!
– We want to help you!
– Nobody can help me, – Star wept.
Tears drummed down the bear’s nose.
– Is it dripping rain? – asked Bear.
– It was the Star that dripped, and along with it, I did. – The hare sobbed. – I always cry when someone is crying.
The Bear blew the Hare’s nose into a checkered handkerchief, then tilted the tree, took off the Star and blew it too.
The star was warm and soft. She frowned and glared fearfully at Bear.
“I thought the stars were cold.
“I thought all bears were smart. And they believe in miracles, – said the Star. – I fell because of you.
– Because of me? – the Bear was surprised.
– Sure! I am sitting in heaven, a candle to myself, so all tender, so beautiful, I want to be friends with everyone in the world.And then you start yelling that there is no friendship, – I was so indignant that I blurted out from the sky. Nose on the roof. She broke her nail, the gold crumbled, her voice sat down. Is it nice?
– It was necessary to lay out the roof with straw after all, – said the Hare. – Falling on the straw is not so painful.
– But the worst thing is that I stopped glowing. If there is no friendship, then why shine? Who needs me at all?
– There is friendship! – said the Hare with conviction and took the Bear by the paw. – Here we are, for example, friends.
The bear smiled uncertainly and looked at the Hare with gratitude.
“No one has ever called me friend,” he said quietly.
– This is because you did not have friends before, but now you do! It’s as easy as shelling pears! – said the Hare. – You have many friends: me, the Hedgehog and the Star!
– Truth? We are friends? – the Star was delighted. Her belly suddenly lit up, and a small ray escaped from her side.
– Wow! – the Hare was amazed. – I’ve never seen such a thing!
The bear broke into a happy smile. He felt so good, as if he ate a thousand barrels of honey at a time and hid a couple more.
Suddenly the ray went out.
The star sat down sadly right on the ground.
– Oh, I am the unfortunate Star! I will never climb to heaven now. Too high, and I do not know how to jump at all … And if I do not return to heaven, I will completely dissolve and become invisible.
– Yes, it’s a problem! – the Hare agreed. – But don’t worry, Bear will think of something.
And the Hare looked sternly at the Bear.
– What can I think of? – Beard was confused.
– You know better! – said the Hare. – You have a lot of books and your head is so big.
– Yes, I believe in you, – Star nodded timidly, – no one but you will help me.
The bear took the Hare in one paw, and the Star in the other and carried it home.
CHAPTER 6
Kite

In the den, it immediately became clear that the Hedgehog was poking around in the pantry. There were candy wrappers everywhere, Bear’s books were stuffed under the bed, there were two bowls of cereal on the table, and a puddle was glistening on the floor. The Hedgehog himself slept behind the stove in the Bear’s sock and whimpered softly.
– Why did he touch my books? Why did you put cereals on the table? What a puddle? – Beard was confused.Placing the Zvezda and the Hare on the bench, he lifted a pillow from the puddle.
– This is because the Hedgehog liked you, – explained the Hare, – so he tried. You see, I washed the floor, removed the books, cooked dinner. And you’re so rude that you don’t even want to thank him.
– For what to thank him? – the Bear was surprised. – The hedgehog just ruined everything.
– This is his taste. I’ll fix everything, – said the Hare. – Just tomorrow. And now we are going to think about how to send the Star to the sky.
The bear wiped away a puddle without a word, removed the cereal and brewed aromatic tea.
– Do you have sweets? – asked the Hare. – I don’t respect tea without sweets.
– In general, I do not respect tea, but I respect only sweets, – the Star admitted, – in our heavenly house everything is
stars eat only candy, cotton candy and sugar wedges.
The bear took out candy, waffles and oatmeal cookies. He made the guests sit at the table. The logs crackled pleasantly in the fireplace. Above the table a fringed lamp swayed slightly.
– Come on, think soon! – advised the Hare, munching. – And then the night is coming soon.Just sing first! Rumor has it that a hungry Bear can do things that I don’t want to think about.
Having drunk tea with jam so that his stomach became round, and his soul was joyful, Bear climbed under the bed, poked around there for a long time, and finally found an old shabby book.
– Here, look! – Bear opened the book and jabbed his paw into the page.
There was a painted paper kite with ribbons fluttering in the wind.
The bear removed the dishes from the table, laid out a string, sheets of colored paper, ribbons, scissors, a needle and thread, and thin slats on it.
– Do you have paint? – asked the Hare. – I like to paint.
– And I sing! – said the Star and sang in a nasty voice.
The hedgehog from behind the stove picked up a song in a dream. Disgusting and shrill.
– A-ah! – Star screamed and began to jump on the bench.
– Do not be afraid, this is the Hedgehog, – said the Hare. – He lives here too.
– And I’m not afraid, – said the Star and climbed up the back of the Bear, clinging to the fur.
The bear picked up the Star and gently sat her on his shoulder.
The hedgehog stopped singing, indistinctly demanded that he be allowed to sleep, and began to snore loudly.
– Well, where is the paint? – reminded the Hare.
Bear had no paint. But a pencil was found, which, barely hitting the Hare in the paws, broke into three parts. Accidentally.
Meanwhile, Bear made a frame out of thin slats and pasted over it with pieces of multi-colored paper.
The hare was completely mad with admiration. I ran around and helped as much as I could. He slipped plasticine to the Bear, dripped glue onto the string and measured everything with a ruler. In the end, the Hare got entangled in the string, and then glued itself to the floor and barely came off.
– Well, faster! – hurried the Hare. – Night is coming, and you have not even half done.
– Hare, if you get in the way – I’ll put you in your boot, – promised Bear. “I’ll never finish otherwise.
– Just don’t put me in your boots! – asked the Star. – I need to go to the sky. Hurry!
The bear just shook his head.
“You need to hurry slowly,” he said, “otherwise you won’t understand what.
The hare quieted down and, humming softly, began to clean the plasticine from the table. The star thought about the sky.
The bear tied a string tightly to the kite and decorated it with ribbons.
– That’s it! – said Bear and raised the finished kite.
CHAPTER 7
What if it doesn’t take off?

Only Teddy Bear made a snake, when night fell on the forest and darkness filled everything. It was like a giant raven dropped its wing to the ground.
The star, having voiced, rushed to the window, broke the glass and, together with the ringing fragments, disappeared into the darkness.
– She ran away again! – The hare climbed onto the windowsill, but the Bear managed to grab him by the tail.
– Where are you going, you scratch yourself!
The bear opened the door, and a yellow streak of light fell on the grass.
A barely discernible faded Star darted from side to side.
– Do you see it? The stars have faded! That and look, too, will fall! And all because of you!
– Why is this? – Bearish was offended.
– Who else should I blame? I fell from the sky because of you, and now other stars fell into despair. Do you know what despair is?
– These are scraps from tea, – said the Hare, – terrible disgusting.The Anteater once treated me to them.
– You yourself are a lump. Where did I go? You dense beasts! – Star snorted. Despair is like a rash. The stars worry about me, and if I don’t return to heaven, they may crumble.
– Sit down. – Teddy bear lowered the snake, but the Star recoiled.
– What are you suggesting to me? By the way, I am a heavenly body! Where are the seat belts? Where is the pillow? What if the Milky Way blocks my way? What if the serpent crashes into the firmament? I refuse to fly without a pilot.
– Actually, the Milky Way is a cluster of stars, which is called a galaxy, and the sky is not solid, – put in Bear.
– Have you been there? – asked the Star and stepped on the Bear’s paw. – No, I was not! And I was! I know better.
The hare suddenly frowned and said seriously:
– I’ll be the pilot and put you in the sky.
Star nodded:
– Desperate guy. I like that kind. – Suddenly her belly faintly lit up. – Look! A ray of hope has dawned in me! This is a good sign! Rather flew.
The hare looked up, and it seemed to him that that night the sky had risen higher than usual.
– I won’t let you go anywhere, – Bear was frightened and hid the snake behind his back. – What if you fall and bump your nose? My nose is stronger, so I’ll fly, and you hold the string. Then you will pull me back.
The star looked at Bear skeptically, but said nothing. The bear tied the snake to its back and took the Star in its paws.
– Goodbye, trees, goodbye, grass, goodbye, den, – Star howled and in a completely ordinary voice added: – And you, eared, goodbye too.
The bear patted the Hare on the shoulder, took a deep breath and fled. The kite rose above him, caught by the wind, the twine twitched.
Top-top, – the Bear stamped.
Khir-gyr, – the snake tried.
– Wave with your paws, otherwise we won’t take off! – advised the Star.
The bear ran with all his might around the den, around the trees, here and there, but he never got off the ground.
– Quickly take off, the stars are extinguished! – Star howled and began to tear out fluff from itself. – Oh, a paltry life. Furious fate.
The sky was getting darker. The stars were dim right before our eyes.
With a sigh, the bear stopped and untied the snake.
– Well, Hare, you have to fly. Looks like I’m too heavy, he said. – Just let’s go to the lake – if something happens, you will fall into the water, and it doesn’t hurt so much. And put a pot on your head just in case.
Having fastened a saucepan on the Hare and strapped two lids from frying pans to his stomach and back, the whole company went to the lake.
As they walked, the wind cleared and the forest was filled with a terrible noise.Grasshoppers grunted shrilly. The waves pounced on the shore, and some animal looked out from behind the reeds. He glared at the kite, which the Bear was carefully holding with two paws.
Clouds rushed over the lake, and a thin moon, clutching at them, rolled across the sky.
– Just look! – the Star was indignant. – We are dying out here, falling from the sky, but at least henna!
Bear and Hare were too busy preparing for the flight and did not answer.
The bear wrapped the string around the Hare, so that the snake was behind him.The hare put a Star on his shoulder and was about to make a brave speech about courage and duty, but then the serpent rushed into the sky. The hare, forgetting about all its courage, flew up with a cry.
CHAPTER 8
Up! To the stars!

The land was shrinking rapidly. The star screamed militantly, either with joy or with horror.
– Look, mountains! – she squealed in the Hare’s ear.
And the Hare saw the mountains appear behind the forest, high and ghostly. They grew up to the sky. It seemed to the hare that there, far away, on the slope, a huge someone lurked, and this someone sadly looks at them with cold eyes.
– And there is the sea! – Star shouted.
On the other side of the forest stretched the endless sea. And above him, like wings, the sails of amazing ships inflated, and the outlines of unprecedented sea monsters glided in the water.
The bear was unwinding the string so diligently that he did not notice how a Beaver with a chipped tooth was nearby. Throwing back his head, Beaver also began to look at the snake.
The serpent shone faintly from the star’s radiance, and the dark twine flowing under it was lost against the background of the gloomy sky.
– I feel sorry for you, – as if casually said Beaver.
– Why is this? – the Bear was surprised.
– Because the Star, as soon as it gets to the sky, will forget about everything. They will settle there with the Hare and take your snake. And you will be left alone. Right here in the middle of the forest.
– It can’t be! – the Bear was horrified, and the snake twitched.
“Maybe,” Beaver said cruelly. – I would have done so in his place! You’d better give me this thing, I’ll be more reliable than the Hare, I won’t run to heaven. At least today.
– I do not trust you!
Bear’s nose quivered, his heart beat, and the string slipped out of his paws imperceptibly.
The bear screamed, but it was too late.
The kite tumbled, so that everything in the Hare’s stomach turned upside down, and flew sideways, towards the forest.
– What happened? – Star frightened.
– I don’t know! – the Hare shouted in response. – It seems Bear has lost the string!
– He betrayed us! – exclaimed the Star. – That’s it, I’m going out. Goodbye Hare.
– Bear! Help! – begged the Hare.
– I don’t see the rope! – shouted Bear.
He ran along the shore of the lake and looked around, peering into the blackness of the night.Suddenly a string flashed past his muzzle. The bear stretched out his paws, but she immediately disappeared. The bear stumbled, fell, bruised his side, jumped up and rushed through the puddles for the string, but it appeared and disappeared again.
– I told you! – yelled Beaver, running after. – They fly away!
The star is completely limp. She no longer spoke, but whispered barely audibly:
– My life is over. He left us! We will crash. I will dissolve in the bustle of the earth and disappear forever.
The kite rushed away swiftly, driven by the careless wind.
The hare grabbed the star and began to shake it feverishly.
– Hey! Wake up! Look down! There he is, running after us and cannot catch the rope! You can’t see her at all!
– Can not see? – The star looked down and shone a little. “Is he really running?”
– Help him! Make a small miracle!
The star grunted angrily:
– That’s always the case! They can’t do anything without me normally! Everywhere an eye and an eye are needed.
With these words, the Star closed her eyes, strained all her little magical power, and a thin golden ray burst out of her belly.The ray touched the kite, and it sparkled like fireworks. A shining spark slid across the string, and the string glittered with gold to its very tip, dangling far below.
– Catch! – Hare shouted angrily.
The bear saw a golden thread. Ta
dragged along the grass right at the edge of the lake, striving to climb into the sky. The bear stretched out his paws, rushed after her and at the very last moment, jumping up, grabbed her as tightly as he could.
– These are my friends, and I will never abandon them! – said the Bear confidently.
The beaver crouched down from such beauty. He gazed with delight at the glowing kite and whimpered with envy.
– So that’s why you are friends! Because of the snake. If I had such a snake, everyone would be friends with me, ”Beaver muttered and clenched his fists. – We just need to take it away somehow better, and I will become the friendliest Beaver!
The beaver raised its paws menacingly and grinned. The edge of a broken tooth flashed in the darkness. With small steps, slightly wobbling, he began to get close to the Bear.
And Bear had no idea about it. He held the string tightly and stood on the very shore, looking up.
The serpent, feeling the support of strong bear paws, calmed down and gained altitude again.
The Hare and the Star flew through the damp cloud, almost colliding with the radiant month, and, jumping out from above, found themselves in the starry sky.
Silence enveloped the world …
Soft …
Fluffy …
Filled with indistinguishable sounds and silent songs …
The endless incomprehensible sky was everywhere.Not as gloomy-black as it seemed to the Hare from the ground, but mysterious and alluring, illuminated by flashes of the northern lights.
The serpent hung motionless. The hare looked around in surprise. What he saw deafened him. Shocked. The hare was so imbued with the spectacle that his tail began to freeze and his heels began to freeze.
From the piercing white month, a gentle glow spread, in it the stars shone proudly and especially tenderly. And under all this, the Earth floated, like the most beautiful and largest balloon that the Hare could think of.
And then the Hare realized how much he still loves his forest, lake, Bear, Hedgehog and even a Beaver with a chipped tooth.
CHAPTER 9
There, beyond the clouds

Suddenly, the Hare felt a heat poured over his shoulder.
The star sparkled, its fluffs turned into thin magic rays. She pushed her rays away from the Hare and swam across the sky. So beautiful and incomprehensible that it is impossible to take your eyes off.
– Goodbye! – whispered the Hare.
Then the Star turned to him, giggled and gave a loud kiss on the nose.The Hare’s nose immediately lit up.
– I’m at home! About happiness! Oh joy! – Star singed thinly. – Thank you, dear baby. Now I will look at you from the sky every night and send the best dreams. To you, Bear and all your friends!
Out of embarrassment, the Hare could not find an answer, and was even more embarrassed.
– Well, I went, goodbye, – he said and tugged on the rope. – Hey, Bear! Pull me back!
The Bear heard the distant cry of the Hare and began to reel in the sparkling twine.
The hare smoothly and solemnly descended into its native Fluffy forest, and soon the Bear caught him with his big shaggy paws.
And immediately it became warm and comfortable.
– Buddy! – said the Bear happily. – How good that you came back and did not fall!
– It’s really great, – agreed the Hare.
CHAPTER 10
Beaver with a broken tooth

The bear put the Hare on the ground and shook his paw.
– Congratulations on your return! You, Hare, well done, you saved the Star.
– Together with Bear, – said the Hare.- I would not have coped alone, but together I am always a hero!
The wind died down. They stood by the lake, contented and happy.
Suddenly the Hare yelled in fright:
– A-ah!
Something black darted nearby. A beaver with a broken tooth shouting loudly: “I need this!” – snatched a kite from Bear and ran to the water.
– This is ours! Give it back! – the Hare rushed after, but the bear caught him by the tail.
– Leave, – said the Bear in a conciliatory manner, – this Beaver is very lonely. Let him have at least something wonderful in his life.
– Well, okay, – agreed the Hare.
They sat on the grass near the shore and looked at the sky for a long time. The star waved beams at them and was reflected along with other stars and the moon in a flat water surface. And the luminous nose of the Hare attracted the night moths, and they imperceptibly covered the whole Hare from head to toe.
The bear, frightened, began to shake his friend by the ears, but the moths flew away and flew in again.
And then the unexpected happened. Dark beasts emerged from the water. They went ashore and turned out to be beavers.

The hare jumped up, and the moths rose above him in a frightened cloud.
– Don’t you dare offend my bear! What do you want? The kite has already been stolen from us.
“And we don’t want to offend anyone,” said the beavers. – We want to apologize for the bad behavior of our brother.
A Beaver with a broken tooth came out of the crowd of beavers and said dejectedly:
– Excuse me, please, I won’t be there anymore. I used to think that beavers are not friends with me because of my bad tooth. I thought that if I show them some beautiful thing, they will love me.I brought them your snake, and the beavers said that they did not like such actions, and ordered to return the snake to you. If
I behave better, they will make friends with me. And I so want to be friends!
Beaver handed the crumpled snake to Bear and, embarrassed, turned away. And his comrades chanted one louder than the other:
– This is simply outrageous!
– The Magpies spread rumors about us that we are only friends with those who have straight teeth, which is not true.
– We are friends with all good animals. And we want to be friends with you.
– So that’s it, but I almost grew beaver teeth for myself, – Bear laughed.
After that, the beavers shook their friends’ paws and in a merry crowd sailed along the night lake. For a long time, their dark backs were visible between water lilies and the reflection of the stars.
– You know, Bear, I am attached to you, – said the Hare seriously, – and decided that you cannot live without me.
“Of course I won’t,” agreed Bear. – I used to live here, but now I can’t.
– Do you really think so? – Hare’s voice faltered, and he quickly pretended to examine his paws.
– Of course. I’m going to worry about you. What if you’re scared again? And I have a soft paw to which you can always stick. Well, go and hug me!
Bunny rushed to Bear and hugged him strongly, strongly.
The Bear patted the Hare on the top of the head.
Friends sat next to each other for a long time and looked at the stars. They did not notice how soon the Hedgehog neatly squeezed between them, pressing the needles. And, smiling, fell asleep …
By morning the Hare’s nose was almost extinguished, but it glowed every time the Hare remembered this story.

CHAPTER 11
And then there was a new day

So this story ended, and the next day Bunny and Bear walked through the forest all day, holding their paws and talking … talking … talking …
The hedgehog cut strawberries from the Bear’s tablecloth and sewed them beautifully onto the curtains. He attached the kite in front of the entrance to the den, so that now the den could be found without difficulty, even at night. True, sometimes beavers and hamsters took the snake to play, but each time they returned it to its place on time.
And the Star shone from the sky every night as brightly as it could. And never fell again.

The book is over, but if you suddenly feel sad, remember: somewhere far away there is a Fluffy forest. There, in a cozy den, faithful friends are waiting for you for tea with raspberry jam.
The Bear has already lit the fireplace, the Hare has poured tea into lilac mugs, and the Hedgehog is getting underfoot …

END

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1. Once upon a time there was a Bear
CHAPTER 2. Mysterious visitor
CHAPTER 3.Morning
CHAPTER 4. Who broke the house?
CHAPTER 5. How to find a star?
CHAPTER 6. The kite
CHAPTER 7. What if it doesn’t take off?
CHAPTER 8. Up! To the stars!
CHAPTER 9. There, beyond the clouds
CHAPTER 10. Beaver with a broken tooth
CHAPTER 11. And then there was a new day

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Galya Yukhno, Borya Dmitriev,

Gena Afonin and Vadik Denisov –

is for you, in memory of our youth.

Author.

Svetlana Petrovna summoned me unexpectedly. And I was not one of those who can be called unexpectedly in English. In mathematics, physics or chemistry – please, but in English – in no case. The iron troika, received last week, seemed to provide me with a half-month respite, and here’s to you! ..

I was about to refuse right away, but August Shulin, my neighbor, frightenedly pushed me out of the table, and I, like a decent person, went to the board, nodding for prompts.And immediately someone hissed, pressing his palms to his mouth or into a rolled-up notebook with a mouthpiece, someone silently made faces, hoping that I would read everything on my lips. Vovka Spruce moved his fingers briskly, but it is good to use his fingers to represent Roman numerals, not Latin letters. Vaska Zabrovsky, like our Komsomol organizer, quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper and hung it down the side of the table, but I did not consider anything. Only Bear Zef acted openly. Lying on the back desk, he spelled out: es, hi, and … I groped in my jacket pocket my old talisman – a barrel of loto number 81, – listened, but … …Having blurted out twice inappropriately, I winced, bit my lip and fell silent. I gave up. But the class held out to the last bullet: hissed, gurgled and wheezed like a radio on short waves.

Svetlana Petrovna endured, endured, then sighed wearily and said in Russian:

– Well, that’s enough. Your efforts are useless. It seems like they haven’t opened the textbook for three days, have they, Epov?

– No, two days! – I answered in English (I knew these words well!), Not leaving the blackboard just because I hoped for forgiveness.

– Well, two, what’s the difference … It’s petty honesty, Epov. So I have to give you a two.

– Thank you! – I said, nodded to Svetlana Petrovna, her orange dress, reddish hairstyle, rounded belly – everything at once and went to the place, intercepting the surprised look of the teacher: so far I have not thanked for two marks. But then something inside me twitched, some kind of relay worked. Deuce? Very good! Perfectly!

The class has come to life.

– Svetlana Petrovna, ask him another question!

– Well, Svetlana Petrovna!

– Ep knows everything, only he is absent-minded.

– You have to ask him in the dark.

– Yes, he is corresponding with Charlie Chaplin!

I used to support these hilarious attacks when someone was on fire, but now I didn’t care. Without sitting down, I put the textbook with the notebook in the folder, “pulled up” the zipper and moved towards the exit, easily and freely.

– Ep, stop! Shulin shouted.

There was silence behind.

At the door, I turned around and, looking straight into the still surprised eyes of Svetlana Petrovna, shaded by the red hairs of her hair, kindly said:

– Goodbyte! – and, already leaving and at the same time pushing someone with the door, added through clenched teeth: – Spinsta! – which meant “old maid”, so we called Svetlana Petrovna.

There was no one in the corridor, except for an unknown girl who was holding onto the doorknob, apparently wanting to look into our classroom. In bright red trousers, a blue jacket and a knitted red cap under her arm, all in sparkles of freshly melted snowflakes, she looked at me unkindly. Having caught in her some resemblance to Svetlana Petrovna, I blurted out to her:

– Goodbye!

– Bye-bye! She answered without batting an eye.

And I walked away.

I did not want to offend Svetlana Petrovna, although I was angry with her.I don’t know whose clever head invented this ridiculous nickname “spinsta”, which did not suit our young, married and even pregnant teacher at all, but there was something cold and piercing in him, like my dislike for this foreign language, so I am happy screwed it up. What a savagery to summon a man, knowing for sure that he is not ready! This is pedagogical hooliganism! Skull Hunt! And not a lot of intelligence is needed to catch even an inveterate excellent student by surprise. In my opinion, the talent of a teacher is inversely proportional to the number of twos given by him !…. This suddenly found exact psychological formula, somehow instantly belittling all the teachers, delighted me, and I almost whistled, feeling my face shining victoriously. But when I went down to the lobby, Aunt Paul, who was on duty, asked:

– Crying, or what?

– Who am I? .. Why would!

– Yes, I really don’t know why you break down in the middle of lessons with such eyes! She showed her fist, sighed, and turned away, as though she didn’t want to have anything to do with me, but then she started again.- Whom do they require?

Small and plump, she sat on a chair by the door to the dressing room and did not give out her coat without finding out what had happened. Aunt Paul asked even those who came with a piece of paper from the teacher.

I was not experienced in these matters, but the desire to disappear, evaporate from school inspired me so much that I blurted out without batting an eye:

– Father.

“So your father has a head,” said Aunt Polya, and without further questions let me in, reasoning with herself: “It’s good that your father is a stronger hand.And rip and caress – all the stronger. And what is she, mother, except to saw. I know from myself. Look what, and I keep drinking … Spat, go, at whom? She asked as I emerged from under the crossbar, buttoning my cloak.

– No.

– Shameless. Fathers have nothing to do, just babysit with you! Shot with a rubber band?

– And it’s not, Aunt Polya.

– Shameless! .. What have you done?

I suddenly wanted to admit that I hadn’t done a thing, that they had done it to me, but when I saw Aunt Paulie’s worried face, I said briefly:

– I called the teacher.

Throwing up her hands, Aunt Polya gasped:

– Are you ashamed, or what! .. But who is it that calls the teachers names, your little head is doused? After all, a teacher for you is everything, you unlucky devils!

– Goodbyte, Aunt Paul!

– Lead, lead your father! Lead, shameless! What is your surname?

– Ep.

– Whose?

But I, casually glancing into the large vestibule mirror at my lanky, awkward figure in a beret, had already jumped out onto the porch. The slamming of the door immediately cut me off from Aunt Paulie’s grumblings, from the drowsy stuffiness, and from all the hardships of school life.

And what was being done in the yard! The thick snow tinsel was walking like a hodun. She staggered, twisted, twitched, then whispering over the steps, then sliding off them. And it was already May. In the shade of front gardens, houses and under layers of debris, the last islets of snow drifts were poured.

Near the porch, half-shaded by a blizzard, a motorcycle was firing loudly. Tolik-Java sat at the wheel, podgazovaya, from the ninth “B”, in a red helmet and glasses, waiting for someone. It’s strange, classes are going on, friends are in the class, and he rolls out, and even near the school.I got the license – so drive on the wasteland, if the joy is bursting, but why be rude? .. Although I am no better!

“Dear friend” in 10 minutes. A summary of the novel by Maupassant

Georges Duroy, the son of wealthy peasants, owners of a vegetable marrow, at the whim of nature is endowed with a happy appearance. He is slender, tall, blond, he has a wonderful mustache … Women like him very much, and he is in Paris. But he has three francs in his pocket, and his salary won’t be until two days later. He’s hot, he wants a beer… Duroy wanders around Paris and waits for a chance, which should be presented? The case is most likely a woman. And so it will be. All his cases will come from women … In the meantime, he meets Forestier.

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They served together in Algeria. Georges Duroy did not want to be the first in the village and tried his luck in military service. For two years he robbed and killed Arabs. During this time, he developed the habit of walking with his chest outstretched and taking what he wanted. And in Paris you can stick out your chest and push passers-by, but here it is not customary to mine gold with a revolver in hand.

And the fat Forestier succeeded: he is a journalist, he is a wealthy man, he is complacent – he treats his old friend to a beer and advises to do journalism. He invites Georges to dinner the next day and gives him two louis (forty francs) so that he can rent a decent suit.

This is how it all started. Forestier, it turns out, has a wife – an elegant, very pretty blonde. Her friend, the burning brunette Madame de Marelle, appears with her little daughter. Welcomed by Mr. Walter, deputy, rich man, publisher of the newspaper “French Life”.There is also a famous feuilletonist and a famous poet … But Duroy does not know how to handle a fork and does not know how to deal with four glasses … But he quickly finds his bearings. And now – oh, how come in handy! – the conversation turned to Algeria. Georges Duroy enters the conversation as if in cold water, but they ask him questions … He is in the spotlight, and the ladies do not take their eyes off him! And Forestier, Forestier’s friend, does not miss the moment and asks the dear patron, Mr. Walter, to take Georges to work in the newspaper … Well, we’ll see that, but for now, Georges has been ordered two or three essays on Algeria.And one more thing: Georges tamed Lorina, the little daughter of Madame de Marel. He kissed the girl and shakes her on her knee, and the mother is amazed and says that Mr. Duroy is irresistible.

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How happily it all started! And all because he is such a handsome man and well done … It remains only to write this damn essay and tomorrow by three o’clock bring it to Mr. Walter.

And Georges Duroy sits down to work. Diligently and beautifully, he prints the title on a blank sheet of paper: “Memories of an African Shooter.”This name was suggested by Ms. Walter. But the matter does not go further. Who knew that it was one thing to chat at the table with a glass in hand, when the ladies did not take their eyes off you, and quite another thing to write! The devilish difference … But nothing, the morning is wiser than the evening.

But in the morning it’s not like that. Efforts are in vain. And Georges Duroy decides to ask Forestier’s friend for help. However, Forestier hurries to the newspaper, he sends Georges to his wife: she, they say, will help just as well.

Madame Forestier sat Georges at the table, listened to him, and after a quarter of an hour began to dictate the article.Luck carries it. The article is published – what a happiness! He was accepted into the chronicle department, and at last you can leave the hated office of the Northern Railway forever. Georges does everything correctly and accurately: first he received a month’s salary at the box office, and only then he cheated his boss at parting – he enjoyed it.

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One is not good. The second article is not published. But this is not a problem either – you need to take another lesson from Ms. Forestier, and this is a pleasure. Here, however, no luck: Forestier himself was at home and told Georges that, they say, he did not intend to work for him… Pig!

Duroy is angry and will make the article himself, without any help. You will see! .. And he made an article, wrote it. Only it was not accepted: it was considered unsatisfactory. He redid it. Again they did not accept. After three alterations, Georges spat and completely went into reporting.

It was then that he turned around. His sneakiness, charm and arrogance came in very handy. Mr. Walter himself is pleased with Duroy’s employee. Only one thing is bad: receiving in the newspaper twice as much as in the office, Georges felt like a rich man, but this did not last long.The more money, the more it is missing! And then: after all, he looked into the world of big people, but remained outside this world. He was lucky, he works in a newspaper, he has acquaintances and connections, he is a member of offices, but … only as a reporter. Georges Duroy is still a poor man and a day laborer. And here, next to them, in their own newspaper – here they are! – people with pockets full of gold, they have gorgeous houses and spicy wives … Why is it all with them? Why not with him? There is some kind of mystery here.

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Georges Duroy does not know the answer, but he knows what his strength is.And he recalls Madame de Marelle, the one who was with her daughter at dinner at Forestier. “I’m always at home until three o’clock,” she said then. Georges phoned at half past three. Of course, he was worried, but Madame de Marel is the very hospitality, the very attractive grace. And Lorina treats him as a friend … And now Georges is invited to dinner at a restaurant, where he will be with Madame de Marel and the wife of Forestier – two couples.

Lunch in a separate study is sophisticated, lengthy and spicy with casual, light chatter on the edge of obscenity.Madame de Marel promised to get drunk and kept her promise. Georges escorts her. In the carriage, he is indecisive for a while, but it seems she moved her leg … He rushed to the attack, she surrendered. Finally he got hold of a real woman of the world!

The next day Duroy has breakfast with his beloved. He is still timid, does not know how the matter will go on, but she is charmingly sweet, and Georges plays falling in love … And this is so easy in relation to such a magnificent woman! Then Lorina enters and happily runs to him: “Ah, dear friend!” This is how Georges Duroy got his name.And Madame de Marel – her name is Clotilde – turned out to be a delightful mistress. She hired a small apartment for their dates. Georges is unhappy: he can’t afford it … No, it’s already been paid! No, he cannot allow this … She begs, more, more, and he … yielded, believing that in general it is fair. No, but how cute she is!

Georges has no money at all, but after each meeting he discovers one or two gold coins in his waistcoat pocket. He is outraged! Then he gets used to it. Only to calm his conscience, he keeps an account of his debt to Clotilde.

It so happened that the lovers had a lot of quarrel. It looks like it’s a gap. Georges dreams – in the form of revenge – to repay Clotilde’s debt. But there is no money. And Forestier loaned ten francs to ask for money – a pitiful handout. Nothing, Georges will repay him, he will instruct the old Friend. Moreover, he now knows how simple it is.

But what is it? The attack on Madame Forestier was immediately drowned out. She is friendly and frank: she will never become Duroy’s mistress, but offers him her friendship. Perhaps it is more expensive than the horns of Forestier! And here is the first friendly advice; pay a visit to Ms. Walter.

A dear friend managed to appear to Mrs. Walter and her guests, and in less than a week, he has already been appointed head of the chronicle department and invited to the Walters for dinner. This is the price of friendly advice.

An important event happened at the Walters’ dinner, but Dear Friend does not yet know that this is an important event: he is presented to the publisher’s two daughters – eighteen and sixteen years old (one is ugly, the other is pretty, like a doll). But Georges could not fail to notice something else, Clotilde is still seductive and sweet.They made up, and the connection was restored.

Forestier is ill, he is losing weight, coughs, and it is clear that he is not a tenant. Clotilde, by the way, says that Forestier’s wife will not hesitate to get married as soon as everything is over, and Dear Friend pondered. In the meantime, the wife took poor Forestier to the south – to be treated. At parting, Georges asks Madame Forestier to count on his friendly help.

And help was needed: Ms. Forestier asks Duroy to come to Cannes, not to leave her alone with her dying husband. A dear friend feels the space opening up in front of him.He goes to Cannes and conscientiously fulfills his companionship. Until the very end. Georges Duroy managed to show Madeleine Forestier that he was a dear friend, a wonderful and kind person.

And everything worked out! Georges marries the widow Forestier. Now he has an amazing assistant – the genius of behind-the-scenes journalism and political games … And he has a beautifully arranged house, and now he has become a nobleman: he divided his last name into syllables and took the name of his native village, he is now du Roy de Cantel.

He and his wife are friends. But friendship should also know the boundaries … Oh, why such a clever Madeleine tells Georges out of friendship that Madame Walter is crazy about him? .. And even worse: she says that if Georges were free, she would advise him marry Suzanne, Walter’s pretty daughter.

Dear friend thought again. And Madame Walter, if you look closely, there is still nothing very much … There is no plan, but Georges starts the game. This time, the object is respectable and fights desperately with itself, but Dear Friend overlaid from all sides and drives into a trap.And drove it. The hunt is over, but the hunter wants to get the prey again and again. He has other things to do. Then Mrs. Walter reveals a secret to the hunter.

Military expedition to Morocco is solved. Walter and Laroche, the foreign minister, want to cash in on this. They bought Moroccan bonds at a cheap price, but their value will soon skyrocket. They will earn tens of millions. Georges can buy, too, before it’s too late.

Tangier – gateway to Morocco – captured. Walter has fifty million, he bought a luxurious mansion with a garden.And Durua is angry: he does not have a lot of money again. True, his wife inherited a million from a friend, and Georges chopped off half of her, but this is not that. Suzanne, Walter’s daughter, has a twenty million dowry …

Georges is tracking his wife with the vice police. She was found with Minister Laroche. A dear friend knocked down the minister with one blow and got a divorce. But Walter would never give up Suzanne for him! This also has its own trick. It was not for nothing that he seduced Madame Walter: while Georges was having lunch and breakfast with her, he became friends with Susanna, she believes him.And Dear friend took the pretty fool away. She is compromised, and the father has nowhere to go.

Georges Duroy leaves the church with his young wife. He sees the Chamber of Deputies, he sees the Bourbon Palace. He achieved everything.

But he will never be neither hot nor cold. He would never want beer so badly.

Book: Dear Ep – Gennady Mikhasenko

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