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Margaret turned out to be a poor country girl, and after coming to Paris, she began her career as a comedian. Because of his beauty, the aristocratic sons in Paris rushed to chase after him and became the "social stars" of the moment. She always wears a bouquet of camellias with her, and is called "La Traviata".

La Traviata suffered from lung disease. While receiving spa treatment, there was a noble lady in the sanatorium. Her figure and appearance were similar to Margaret's, but the lung disease had reached the third stage and she died soon. The young lady's father, Duke Morialon, happened to find Margaret very much like his daughter, so he took her as his adopted daughter. Margaret told her story, and the duke promised to pay all her daily expenses as long as she could change her past life. But Margaret couldn't do it completely, so the duke cut the money by half. Margaret couldn't make ends meet, and now she has owed tens of thousands of francs.

One night 10 minutes, after Margaret came back, a group of guests visited. Neighbor Brutus brought two young people, one of whom was Armand Dewar, the son of Mr. Dewar, the director of taxation. He was madly in love with La Traviata.

A year ago, during Margaret's illness, Armand came to inquire about her illness every day, but refused to leave his name. Bruce told Margaret about Armand's infatuation, and she was very moved. When Margaret was dancing with her friends, her illness suddenly broke out. Armand was very concerned to persuade her not to hurt herself like this and to declare her love to Margaret. He told La Traviata that he still treasures the buttons she lost six months ago. Margaret's already weak heart moved her true feelings again. She gave Armand a camellias, promising her heart.

Armand's sincere love inspired Margaret's longing for life. She decided to get rid of the boring life in Paris and live in the country with Armand for a while. She was going to plan a sum of money alone, so she asked Armand to leave her for one night. When Armand went out, he happened to meet Margaret's former lover and was suddenly jealous. He wrote a strongly worded letter to Margaret, saying that he didn't want to be the object of ridicule and that he would leave Paris.

But he didn't leave. Margaret was his whole hope and life. He knelt down and asked Margaret to forgive him. Margaret told Armand, "You are the one I called for in my troubled lonely life."

After hard work, Margaret and Armand rented a house outside Paris. When the duke knew about it, he cut off Margaret's financial resources. She pawned her gold and silver jewelry and cart to pay for her living expenses. When Amand learned about it, he decided to transfer an inheritance left by his mother to pay off Margaret's debts. The agent asked him to sign, and he left Margaret for Paris.

The letter was originally written by Armand's father, Mr. Dewar. He wanted to trick Armand into leaving and then go to Margaret. Tell Margaret that his daughter is in love with a decent teenager. After hearing about the relationship between Armand and Margaret, the family said: If Armand doesn't break up with Margaret, he will break off his marriage. Margaret painfully begged Mr. Dewar that if she wanted to sever ties with Armand, it would kill her, but Mr. Dewar never gave in. For Armand and his family, she had to make sacrifices and swear to break up with Armand.

Margaret wrote a dear John letter to Armand very sadly, and then returned to Paris to start her absurd life again. She accepted the pursuit of Baron Valville, who helped her pay off all her debts and redeemed her jewelry and carriage. Armand also returned to his hometown with his father in pain.

Armando still deeply missed Margaret, and he came to Paris again. He is determined to get back at Margaret for her betrayal. He found Margaret and embarrassed her everywhere. Call her a heartless, heartless whore who sells love as a commodity. In the face of Armand's misunderstanding, Margaret sadly advised him to forget himself and never meet again. Armand wants her to escape from Paris with herself, to a place where no one knows them, and to hold on to their love. Margaret said she couldn't do that, because she had taken an oath. Armand mistakenly thought that she and the baron had made a vow of eternal love, so he angrily pushed Margaret down, threw a pile of money on her and turned away. Margaret let out a cry and fainted.

Margaret suffered from this stimulus and couldn't afford to get sick. The baron was injured in a duel with Armand, who went abroad. As the New Year is coming, Margaret's illness is getting worse and she looks pale. No one has come to visit her, and she feels particularly lonely. Mr. Dewar wrote to tell her that he thanked Margaret for keeping her promise and had written to tell Armand the truth. Now Margaret's only hope is to see Armand again.

Before she died, the creditors came, with IOUs, forcing her to pay her debts. The executive was ordered to execute the judgment, seized all her property, and auctioned it only after her death. On her deathbed, she kept shouting Amand's name, "Silent tears flowed from her eyes". She never saw her beloved again.

After her death, only a kind neighbor, Millie, was buried for her. When Armand returned to Paris, she gave her a diary of Margaret. From the diary, Amand knew her noble heart. "Besides your insult is evidence that you always love me, I seem to think that the more you torture me, the more noble I will be in your eyes when you know the truth."

With infinite regret and melancholy, Armand moved her grave for burial, and filled her grave with white camellias.

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Abstract: However, I have seen some contradictory phenomena. I have often heard that Margaret's love is like a commodity, and the price fluctuates with the seasons.

But on the other hand, we saw that she resolutely refused the request of the young count we met in her house. How can this matter be related to her reputation? Maybe you will tell me that because she doesn't like him, besides, she is now supported by the duke and has a very rich life. If she wants to find another lover, of course, she must find a man who likes her. Then why didn't she want Gaston, who is beautiful, smart and rich, but like me, who made her feel ridiculous when I met her for the first time?

Indeed, sometimes a clever thing that happens in one minute is more useful than a whole year's hard pursuit.

Among those who ate supper, I was the only one who was upset to see her leave. I was too excited to follow her. I kissed her hand in tears. All this, together with the fact that I went to inquire about her illness every day during her two months of illness, made her feel that I was really different. Maybe she was thinking that for a person who expressed her love in this way, she could do things as usual. She had done it so many times in the past, and this kind of thing was too indifferent to her.

You can see that all these ideas are completely possible, but no matter what the reason is, one thing is certain, that is, she has agreed.

I've always loved Margaret, and now I'm going to get her. I can't ask anything more of her. But I repeat to you, although she is a prostitute, I always thought-maybe I poeticized her-that this love was hopeless, so that the more the moment when it seemed that hope was about to be satisfied approached, the more I doubted.

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

I'm out of my mind, like a fool. Suddenly I feel that I am not beautiful enough, rich enough, and handsome enough to possess such a woman; For a moment, I was smug and proud that I could have her. Then I was worried that Margaret was just taking part in accidental amusement, and her enthusiasm for me was only a few days. I had a hunch that this relationship would end soon and there would be no good ending. I thought to myself that it would be better not to go to her house at night, and I would write to her about my doubts and leave her. Then, I had infinite hope and incomparable confidence. I had some incredible dreams about the future. I want to heal this girl's physical and mental wounds in my heart, and I want to live with her forever. Her love will make me happier than the purest love.

In a word, my thoughts are so numerous and confused that I really can't describe all the thoughts in my mind to you at that time. At dawn, I fell asleep in a daze, and these thoughts disappeared in a blur.

I woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon. The weather is very good. I think life has never been so beautiful and happy. In my mind, I clearly saw the scene of last night, and then I had a sweet dream tonight. I quickly get dressed, I am satisfied, and I can do anything beautiful. My heart is pounding with joy and love from time to time, and a sweet passion makes me uneasy. Those thoughts that made me toss and turn last night disappeared. All I saw was my success, and all I thought about was the moment when I met Margaret.

I can't stay at home any longer. I feel that my room seems too small to hold my happiness. I need to tell my heart to the whole nature.

I went outside.

I walked through the rue d 'Antin. Margaret's carriage stopped at the door waiting for her; I walked to the Champs Elysé es. I feel kind to all the pedestrians I meet, even those I don't know!

How beautiful love makes everything!

I wandered back and forth for an hour between the Marley stone horse statue and the circular square. I saw Margaret's car far away. I didn't recognize it, but guessed it.

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(1) The stone horse statue was originally in Marley, near Paris. It was the masterpiece of the famous sculptor Gusteau, and later moved to the Place de la Concorde at the entrance to the Champs Elysé es.

At the corner of the Champs Elysé es, she stopped the car. A tall young man left a group of people who were talking with him and stepped forward to talk to her.

They talked for a while; The young man went back to his friends. As the carriage went on, I approached the crowd and recognized that the man talking to Margaret was Count G. I had seen his portrait before, and Prudence told me that he was the cause of Margaret's status today.

He's the man Margaret told me to stop the car the night before. I guess she just stopped the car to explain why she didn't let him in last night. I hope she can find another excuse to ask him not to come tonight.

I can't remember how I spent the rest of the day at all; I walked, smoked and chatted with people, but by ten o'clock in the evening, I couldn't remember who I met or what I said that night.

All I can remember is that I went home and dressed up for three hours. I looked at my clock and watch hundreds of times, but unfortunately they all walked equally slowly.

It rang at 10: 30, and I think it's time to go to the appointment!

I lived in Provence Street at that time. I walked along Mont Blanc Street, crossed the boulevard, passed through Louis the Great Street and Port Mahon Street, and finally came to Antoine Street. I looked at Margaret's window.

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(1) Provence Street: This street was in a high-grade residential area at that time; Famous people such as Rossini, Chopin, george sand, talma, Bicai and Dumas lived in this street.

There are lights inside.

I rang the doorbell.

I asked Miss Gautier, the doorman, if she was at home.

He replied that Miss Gautier never came back before eleven o'clock or a quarter past eleven.

I looked at my watch.

I thought I was walking slowly, but in fact it only took me five minutes to walk from Provence Street to Margaret's house!

So, I wandered back and forth in this deserted street without shops.

Margaret came in half an hour later. She got off the carriage and looked around as if looking for someone.

The car drove away slowly, because the stable and carport were not in the house. Margaret was about to ring the doorbell when I went up to her and said:

"Good night!"

"oh! Is it you? " She told me as if she was not very happy to see me here.

"Didn't you promise to come and see you today?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot."

This sentence swept away my fantasies in the morning and my hopes during the day. However, I have begun to get used to her attitude, so I didn't turn away. In the past, I would definitely walk away.

We went into the house.

Nanina has opened the door in advance.

"Is Prudence back?" Margaret asked.

"Not yet, madam."

"Tell her to come here as soon as she comes back, and put out the lights in the living room first. If anyone comes, just say that I haven't come back and I won't come back today."

Obviously, this woman has something on her mind, or she may hate someone who is ignorant. I was at a loss what to say. Margaret walked to her bedroom, and I stayed where I was.

"Come on," she said to me.

She took off her hat and velvet coat, threw them all on the bed, and then lay down in a big armchair next to the stove. The fire in this stove was ordered to last until late spring and early summer. She said to me while playing with her watch chain:

"Hey, what news do you have to talk to me about?"

"Nothing, but I shouldn't come tonight."

"Why?"

"Because you seem to be in a bad mood, you probably hate me."

"I don't hate you, but I'm not feeling well. I've been feeling bad all day. I didn't sleep well last night, and I have a terrible headache today."

"Then I'll leave and let you sleep, okay?"

"oh! You can stay here. If I want to sleep, I can sleep here. "

Someone rang the bell at this moment.

"Who else will come?" She said with an impatient gesture.

After a while, the bell rang again.

"It seems that no one is going to open the door. I have to open it myself."

Sure enough, she stood up and said to me:

"You stay here."

She crossed the room and went outside. I heard the door open and I listened quietly.

The man Margaret let in came into the dining room and stopped. As soon as someone spoke, I recognized the voice of the young Count N..

"How are you this evening?" He asked.

"No," Margaret replied stiffly.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"Maybe." (Chapter 1 1)

② Verdi's Opera La Traviata

La Traviata (Chinese)

The Lady of the Camellias (English)

La dame aux Camélias (French)

La Traviata is the representative work of Alexandre Dumas (1July 27th, 824-18951Kloc-0/July 27th), who is called Dumas (FILS) in order to distinguish himself from his father who is also a writer. He is a French playwright and novelist himself. La Traviata is the masterpiece of Dumas.

La traviata is also a four-act opera composed by Giuseppe Verdi. The Italian script was written by Francesco Maria Piave and adapted from alexandre dumasfils's novel La dame aux Camélias published in 1848. The opera premiered at Teatro la Fenice in Venice on March 6th, 853. The title of the work "La traviata" is interpreted as "wandering woman" or "lost person".

The original novel of the story was also made into the movie "Camille" (1936). Moulin Rouge (Moulin Rouge! ) (200 1) is also adapted from La Traviata.

3. Movies

La Traviata _ Romance

[Movie Name]: La Traviata

[Movie genre]: Romantic movies

[Directing]: George Chuk

[Main Actor]: Greta Garbo, Robert Taylor, Lionel barrymore

Margaret, a prostitute in Paris, made an appointment with Baron Warville, but she met young Armand. After the two met in the bookstore, Ma learned that Armand sent flowers to visit the sick every day and was deeply moved to invite him to a birthday party. Armand saw that she forced a smile and felt more pity, so he showed his love to her. That night, when the Baron came back, Armand was shut out. When he regretted it, he scolded her for being heartless and asked his father to help him travel abroad. Emma rushed to see him and exchanged ideas. Emma agreed to break up with the baron and go to the countryside to recuperate with him. Amand's father advised Ma to give up Amand. Because Ma really loved Amand, for his sake, he tricked Amand into breaking up with him. A few months later, Armand met the Baron and Emma in the casino. Unexpectedly, Armand won a big victory and told Emma to go with him. Emma refused, and Armand insulted him in a rage, and duel with the Baron. The Baron was injured, and Armand fled for fear of sin. Ma loved Armand deeply, but refused any funding, and her condition worsened. When Armand learned the truth, Ma died.

This is one of the most famous classic romantic films produced by MGM, directed by George Cook. A senior social butterfly was moved by a pure-hearted young man, fell in love with him and finally died in his arms. Greta Garbo, a mysterious girl, brought the La Traviata written by Dumas to life. Although the story of this film is a bit conventional, it is quite ingenious and still entertaining from today's perspective.