认真读完一本名著后，大家心中一定有很多感想，记录下来很重要哦，一起来写一篇读后感吧。你想好怎么写读后感了吗？
If a woman has even a tiny sense of dignity, she must shoulder any number of sacrifices rather than have her love varnished with venal character by asking for money from her lover. Extravagances, luxury as well as all other empery pleasures are valuelein front of love. As long as you love me, I ask for nothing else.
-------Marguerite（La Dame Aux Camellias）
Whenever I lingered over the magnificant story, I cannot help deeply touched by the bitterly sweet love, which struck the world as gentle as an April shower, as pure as a blowing snow, as heady as an old wine. It condensed a paradise into a kept womans heart, which caught and held us transfixed against prejudice in mind and greed in nature, ， and provided a journey that brought home to us a comprehensive understanding of love.
Marguerite, as a kept woman,did not undergo the usual penalty of confronting wrinkles appeared under her eyes, the first death of a courtesans, but was endowed enough fortune to enjoy an unselfish and gorgeous love during her ephemeral life, witch came as a wonderful oasis to lead supply a new prospect in a disparate desert, appeared as a miracle medication to heal her wound in the sinful life, figured as a brisk spring to refresh and revitalize her lonely heart, and emerged as a great beacon of courage to kill all her bad habits in the past and make a firm determination to seek for a peaceful but fantastic life with her loved one.
Lingering between the words, we could completely feel how kind and dignified she was. She refused Armond although she knew he was really loved her with his soul. because of her gloomy despair of life, she did not turn up in his life as a figure who was sad, ill, gay with a giant sadder than grief, besides witch, who spit blood and spent a hundred thousand francs in a year. Touching this words, how can we avoid our zealous sympathy for her? She bickered with the marquis and drove him away from her family, because she hated and refused to be treated as merchandise. Touching her deeds, how could we deny our high respect for her? At last, she renounced all her hope and life just because another womans name. What she e although you may get hurt, but it is the only way you can live absolutely. But what she experienced, what she faced and what she did made her a real sublime angle and an eternal ideal woman in people heart.
However, no matter what devout wish, no matter what gorgeous love, or no matter what strong struggle, the society was so stone stubborn that it would never show any mercy for a kept woman. Just as Armond said, when God allow a kept woman to accept a real love, it is indeed a grant comfort, but also remorselepunishment, for the man holds the cruel authority to say to his lover, “ Your love is just a kind of commodity”， though the woman had devoted all her heart and spirits to her loves. It cannot denied that it was Marguerites joyous fortune to have Armond in her poor destiny, but at the same time, it is also have to be admitted that what a hopeletorture she tolerated and what a disappointed suffering she endured at the last part of her life. It was really too much to her. We even cannot tell what kind our feeling soared inside our bosom, but just happy with her, sad with her, waiting with her, wishing with her, and disappointed with her……
shall we criticize Armond for his foolish and brute deed to Marguerite as he got the same hurt by his horrible vengeance? Shall we condemn Armond, father for his selfish monologue which destroys the kind womans dream? Shall we judge the motionlemerchant and policemens actions before the dying woman?
Through the whole story, we could feel that Maguerite pardon all of them. After tearing running down faces countless, and respect rising high in heart and soul, the conclusion seems so obvious: what ruined Marguerite is not Armond, and he never betrayed Marguerite, but the society. There was a slim chance for a kept woman to gain happineat that epoch; they had to come to the same end in different ways.
To every woman, life is not all roses. In spite of bias, despoilment or hardship, love itself is universal. Marguerite really lives an abundant life, for she really appreciated a comprehensive love in her limited life journey.
So, love srongly and passionately, although you may get deeply hurt, but it is the only way that you live completely.
Best wishes for love, and best wishes for loved ones.
我合上书，望着灰白的天空。窗外的雨浠浠沥沥地下着，似乎也在为这名不幸去世的女子的悲惨命运垂泪。我闷闷地叹了口气。
可怜的玛格丽特！你既然选择了茶花作你最钟爱的花，却为何不能像它一样坚强、自爱地活呢？那些穷奢极侈，骨子里却空无一物的人戏称你“茶花女”，是因为你贫寒的出身，还是因为他们自以为有资格将你看作一个卑贱的人？如果是前者，难道你不该活得像朵惊艳不俗的茶花，让他们自惭形秽吗？如果是后者，难道你不该跳出这种寄人篱下，供人寻欢作乐的不堪生活，重新寻找自己的幸福天地吗？
可是你没有。面对自己的沉沦，你只是偶尔抱着希望，更多的时候却是听之任之。我不懂，我真的不懂。既然周遭人都如此不堪，为何你要为了他们的眼光和议论放弃了自己的真爱？你放浪的外表下是如此淳厚善良的心，为何面对世俗的丑恶和现实的无理，你不能挺起脊梁，义正严辞一些？你为何宁愿受黑暗社会的蒙蔽，认定自己是污秽不堪不可救药的，为何心甘情愿做封建门弟等级观念的牺牲品呢？我不懂，我真的不懂！
阿芒*杜瓦，你这个懦夫！我不禁也要为你叹声“可怜”，因为你生来的身份带给你的遭遇，但更因为你寻到自己的幸福，却没有用坚定的信心和勇气去牢牢把握！
玛格丽特正如她所爱的茶花，既顽强坚韧有脆弱无助。她可以在满身负债时断然拒绝瓦尔维勒以存款生息为诱的求婚；可是爱人诋毁她的一句话，却又可以彻底将她击溃。
可是你从未想过这些，阿芒！我敢说你没有。否则，你不 这种可怜建筑在你的懦弱上；而你的懦弱，又建立在这个腐朽不堪的饿社会赋予人们的扭曲的伦理、价值观念上。是的，尽管你曾拼尽气力要冲破这些阻碍，但一个人的呐喊，在一千、一万个人的唏嘘揶揄声中是那么渺小。你终究敌不过这个畸形的社会形态——况且在这样的社会中成长起来，自己本身就注定不可避免地带有这种畸变。所以，你对玛格丽特的爱是深切真挚的，却又无法不是浅薄浮躁的。
如果说玛格丽特是冬季饱受风霜，奄奄一息的茶花，那么阿芒就是她久违的和熙春光。这束生命的阳光穿破一路雨雪要为她倾泻，却最终钻不透那层厚重的乌云，只能与她隔世相望。而茶花也在渺茫的希望和凛冽的寒风中逐渐枯败、死去。
我再次仰望窗外的雨和灰白的天，深深吸了口气，又重重地吐了出来。愿这匆忙的世间，能随人的吐纳尽卸虚伪功利，不再重演悲剧。
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Today, I really appreciate this world classics brings shock my heart still shaking in reflection for a long time.I don't know how many people for hundreds of years it makes sympathy and falling tears sadly but it does make me sad for a long time continuously and sympathy.
There is no doubt that this is a moving and tragic sad let a person sympathize with of good love, especially in the mid-nineteenth century early bourgeois society the fickleness of the world naked money relations in the society more let a person gasp in admiration.
No fancy words but the sincere feelings dialogue let each people had love experience immersive gradually fusing the hero with his to be able to put themselves in the interests of their love for their happy and relaxed heavy for their tragedy.
La dame aux camelias describing a prostitute love tragedy originated from the true story of a famous prostitute in Paris at that time.According to research the prostitute named al FengXiNa, lacey.Because of poor fifteen flee Paris because she talented tariffs began in Paris the floor became the rich rich man, constantly chauffeured by looks and body after hooking up the mouth of the meat for life of luxury to enjoy.Eventually the excessive boozing, carnival and day and night of sensual and dyed a phthisis vomiting blood and die prematurely passed away at age 23.The hero of the novel, Margaret is a poor country girl do for a living came to Paris unfortunate fall into dust, the prostitutes picked up a bad habit of spending money.She frantically flings paralysis but hate the heart empty life.This remains a pure mind was later reduced women's desire for real love life a bona fides armand heart touched each other deeply love each other in the countryside, far from Paris have the idyllic life of happy too.Margaret traumatized heart also begin to heal and resolution to get rid of the habit of the past and forever armand to enjoy a normal woman's real life.Unfortunately armand father appeared shattered her dream his hypocrisy, selfish again pushed the Margaret into disaster.She was forced to leave his armand under armand is unknown the truth after a variety of insults and injuries in a week ended.
Margaret a blend with fireworks LiuHang prostitutes in Paris a body very ill status of women a bounded spoil the life of women seems to be not there should be a true love.He seems to be only there should be a business relationship and should not extricate themselves to gain true love soul comfort.And, once granted an seem to herald the beginning of a tragedy.They such people usually only drunk drunken in the gold paper fans in the material life of trying to hide and escape from the feelings of the once the home to return to true love will resolutely pursue for.Margaret is such a woman.
If a woman has even a tiny sense of dignity, she must shoulder any number of sacrifices rather than have her love varnished with venal character by asking for money from her lover. Extravagances, luxury as well as all other empery pleasures are valuelein front of love. As long as you love me, I ask for nothing else.
Whenever I lingered over the magnificant story, I cannot help deeply touched by the bitterly sweet love, which struck the world as gentle as an April shower, as pure as a blowing snow, as heady as an old wine. It condensed a paradise into a kept woman’s heart, which caught and held us transfixed against prejudice in mind and greed in nature, , and provided a journey that brought home to us a comprehensive understanding of love.
Marguerite, as a kept woman,did not undergo the usual penalty of confronting wrinkles appeared under her eyes, the first death of a courtesans, but was endowed enough fortune to enjoy an unselfish and gorgeous love during her ephemeral life, witch came as a wonderful oasis to lead supply a new prospect in a disparate desert, appeared as a miracle medication to heal her wound in the sinful life, figured as a brisk spring to refresh and revitalize her lonely heart, and emerged as a great beacon of courage to kill all her bad habits in the past and make a firm determination to seek for a peaceful but fantastic life with her loved one.
Lingering between the words, we could completely feel how kind and dignified she was. She refused Armond although she knew he was really loved her with his soul. because of her gloomy despair of life, she did not turn up in his life as a figure who was sad, ill, gay with a giant sadder than grief, besides witch, who spit blood and spent a hundred thousand francs in a year. Touching this words, how can we avoid our zealous sympathy for her? She bickered with the marquis and drove him away from her family, because she hated and refused to be treated as merchandise. Touching her deeds, how could we deny our high respect for her? At last, she renounced all her hope and life just because another woman’s name. What she e although you may get hurt, but it is the only way you can live absolutely. But what she experienced, what she faced and what she did made her a real sublime angle and an eternal ideal woman in people’ heart.
However, no matter what devout wish, no matter what gorgeous love, or no matter what strong struggle, the society was so stone stubborn that it would never show any mercy for a kept woman. Just as Armond said, when God allow a kept woman to accept a real love, it is indeed a grant comfort, but also remorselepunishment, for the man holds the cruel authority to say to his lover, “ Your love is just a kind of commodity”, though the woman had devoted all her heart and spirits to her loves. It cannot denied that it was Marguerite’s joyous fortune to have Armond in her poor destiny, but at the same time, it is also have to be admitted that what a hopeletorture she tolerated and what a disappointed suffering she endured at the last part of her life. It was really too much to her. We even cannot tell what kind our feeling soared inside our bosom, but just happy with her, sad with her, waiting with her, wishing with her, and disappointed with her……
shall we criticize Armond for his foolish and brute deed to Marguerite as he got the same hurt by his horrible vengeance? Shall we condemn Armond, father for his selfish monologue which destroys the kind woman’s dream? Shall we judge the motionlemerchant and policemen’s actions before the dying woman?
Through the whole story, we could feel that Maguerite pardon all of them. After tearing running down faces countless, and respect rising high in heart and soul, the conclusion seems so obvious: what ruined Marguerite is not Armond, and he never betrayed Marguerite, but the society. There was a slim chance for a kept woman to gain happineat that epoch; they had to come to the same end in different ways.
To every woman, life is not all roses. In spite of bias, despoilment or hardship, love itself is universal. Marguerite really lives an abundant life, for she really appreciated a comprehensive love in her limited life journey.
So, love srongly and passionately, although you may get deeply hurt, but it is the only way that you live completely.
Best wishes for love, and best wishes for loved ones.
---Book Review: “Camille”
I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas， fils， is the story of Marguerite Gautier， a young courtesan， or kept woman， in Paris in the mid 1800s， and how she falls in love with a young man， Armand Duval， and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately， it es back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that life and dies painfully and alone， but with the knowledge that she was a noble woman at heart. When I first began to read the book， I did not care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle， but as I got further into the narrative， I realized that her saucy attitude was a front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She felt used， abused and unloved， until the gentle Armand Duval came into her life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not for what she could do for him. It must have taken great co
urage for Marguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long， knowing all along that it was probably too good to be true and would not last indefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really loved Armand Duval for she could even change herself for him.
However， happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval， Armands father， came to her， pleading for her to leave Armand to save both Armands reputation and that of his younger innocent sister， Marguerite saw a way to bee pure of heart， if not in body. She felt that it was her duty， because she loved Armand so much， to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life， knowing that some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly， she died in debt and basically alone， except for her one female friend， Julie Duprat， who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death， explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumass last few lines about Marguerite being the exception， not the rule were quite true， and I also agreed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned， we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless， while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young， and try to redeem themselves， but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives， even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact， which exists in the whole society.
As far as the other characters in the book， I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her， but only wanted something from her， the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course， the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared， he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly， Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.
Last morning， when tiding my bookshelf， I took this book out of the shelf， and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue， very transparent， with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue， very transparent， with thin fine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. The soft breeze carried it away.Camille is just like the camellia， she could never escape from the destiny of withering. But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism and the hideousness of that society.
Suddenly， I remembered a saying: “Women are like the flowers”。 Those pretty women are like those beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feel they are the miracle of life. However， even the God envies their beauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings. As we are normal persons， even we can see the hideousness of humanity that results in their fate of withering， we can at most ask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone? Where have they gone?
最近读了法国著名作家小仲马的代表作：《茶花女》，连读两遍，意悠未尽。我被书中男女主人公的爱情故事而感动，读到伤心之处，未免掉泪。
Recently read on behalf of the famous French writer Alexandre Dumas's work: "La Traviata", read two times, will you not. I was touched by the book of love stories, read the sad place, it tears.
现代人都想得到真挚的爱情，都想得到异性的真爱，也时刻在讨论什么是爱？是否有真正的爱情？《茶花女》给了我们一个正确的答案：男女之间的'情爱，是一种奉献、是一种给予、是一种忠诚，是牺牲、是无私，不是索取，更不是骗取；真心实意的为对方着想，为对方去做事任可牺牲自己的一切，能使对方幸福做为自己最大的快乐和满足。
The modern people want to get true love, want to get specific moments in the discussion of love, but also what is love? If there is true love? "La Traviata" gives us a correct answer: between men and women in love, is a kind of dedication, is a given, is a kind of loyalty, sacrifice, selfless, not to take, but not to cheat; have a genuine and sincere desire for the sake of each other, each other to do any sacrifice everything, can to make each other happy as his greatest pleasure and satisfaction.
我想每个人在通读小说，在为男女主人公悲欢离合而高兴、而担心、而落泪的同时，检讨一下自己在情感方面的得与失，才能更加珍惜自己的爱情，善待亲情和友情。
I think everyone to read novels, and happy, in grief at separation and joy in Union for the hero and heroine and worry, and tears at the same time, to review their own in the emotional aspects of the gain and loss, to cherish their love, treat affection and friendship.
I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of Marguerite Gautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid 1800's, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval, and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately, it comes back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that life and dies painfully and alone, but with the knowledge that she was a noble woman at heart. When I first began to read the book, I did not care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle, but as I got further into the narrative, I realized that her saucy attitude was a front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She felt used, abused and unloved, until the gentle Armand Duval came into her life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not for what she could do for him. It must have taken great courage for Marguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long, knowing all along that it was probably too good to be true and would not last indefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really loved Armand Duval for she could even change herself for him.
However, happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval, Armand's father, came to her, pleading for her to leave Armand to save both Armand's reputation and that of his younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure of heart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because she loved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life, knowing that some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly, she died in debt and basically alone, except for her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death, explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumas's last few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rule were quite true, and I also agreed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless, while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives, even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists in the whole society.
As far as the other characters in the book, I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared, he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.
Last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, I took this book out of the shelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. The soft breeze carried it away. Camille is just like the camellia, she could never escape from the destiny of withering. But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism and the hideousness of that society.
Suddenly, I remembered a saying: “Women are like the flowers”。 Those pretty women are like those beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feel they are the miracle of life. However, even the God envies their beauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings. As we are normal persons, even we can see the hideousness of humanity that results in their fate of withering, we can at most ask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone? Where have they gone?
However, happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval, Armand’s father, came to her, pleading for her to lea一ve Armand to sa一ve both Armand’s reputation and that of his younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure of heart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because she loved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life, knowing that some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly, she died in deb一t and basically alone, except for her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death, explaining why she had made the choices she had.
I think Dumas’s last few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rule were quite true, and I also aGREed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless, while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives, even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists in the whole society.
If a woman has even a tiny sense of dignity, she must shoulder any number of sacrifices rather than have her love varnished with venal character by asking for money from her lover. Extravagances, luxury as well as all other empery pleasures are valuelein front of love. As long as you love me, I ask for nothing else.xzhufu
-------Marguerite(La Dame Aux Camellias)
Whenever I lingered over the magnificant story, I cannot help deeply touched by the bitterly sweet love, which struck the world as gentle as an April shower, as pure as a blowing snow, as heady as an old wine. It condensed a paradise into a kept woman’s heart, which caught and held us transfixed against prejudice in mind and greed in nature, , and provided a journey that brought home to us a comprehensive understanding of love.
Marguerite, as a kept woman,did not undergo the usual penalty of confronting wrinkles appeared under her eyes, the first death of a courtesans, but was endowed enough fortune to enjoy an unselfish and gorgeous love during her ephemeral life, witch came as a wonderful oasis to lead supply a new prospect in a disparate desert, appeared as a miracle medication to heal her wound in the sinful life, figured as a brisk spring to refresh and revitalize her lonely heart, and emerged as a great beacon of courage to kill all her bad habits in the past and make a firm determination to seek for a peaceful but fantastic life with her loved one.
Lingering between the words, we could completely feel how kind and dignified she was. She refused Armond although she knew he was really loved her with his soul. because of her gloomy despair of life, she did not turn up in his life as a figure who was sad, ill, gay with a giant sadder than grief, besides witch, who spit blood and spent a hundred thousand francs in a year. Touching this words, how can we avoid our zealous sympathy for her? She bickered with the marquis and drove him away from her family, because she hated and refused to be treated as merchandise. Touching her deeds, how could we deny our high respect for her? At last, she renounced all her hope and life just because another woman’s name. What she e although you may get hurt, but it is the only way you can live absolutely. But what she experienced, what she faced and what she did made her a real sublime angle and an eternal ideal woman in people’ heart.
However, no matter what devout wish, no matter what gorgeous love, or no matter what strong struggle, the society was so stone stubborn that it would never show any mercy for a kept woman. Just as Armond said, when God allow a kept woman to accept a real love, it is indeed a grant comfort, but also remorselepunishment, for the man holds the cruel authority to say to his lover, “ Your love is just a kind of commodity”, though the woman had devoted all her heart and spirits to her loves. It cannot denied that it was Marguerite’s joyous fortune to have Armond in her poor destiny, but at the same time, it is also have to be admitted that what a hopeletorture she tolerated and what a disappointed suffering she endured at the last part of her life. It was really too much to her. We even cannot tell what kind our feeling soared inside our bosom, but just happy with her, sad with her, waiting with her, wishing with her, and disappointed with her……
shall we criticize Armond for his foolish and brute deed to Marguerite as he got the same hurt by his horrible vengeance? Shall we condemn Armond, father for his selfish monologue which destroys the kind woman’s dream? Shall we judge the motionlemerchant and policemen’s actions before the dying woman?
Through the whole story, we could feel that Maguerite pardon all of them. After tearing running down faces countless, and respect rising high in heart and soul, the conclusion seems so obvious: what ruined Marguerite is not Armond, and he never betrayed Marguerite, but the society. There was a slim chance for a kept woman to gain happineat that epoch; they had to come to the same end in different ways.
To every woman, life is not all roses. In spite of bias, despoilment or hardship, love itself is universal. Marguerite really lives an abundant life, for she really appreciated a comprehensive love in her limited life journey.
So, love srongly and passionately, although you may get deeply hurt, but it is the only way that you live completely.
Best wishes for love, and best wishes for loved ones.
Those Beautiful Flowers
---Book Review: “Camille” I read the Chinese version of“Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by themain character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of theCamellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of MargueriteGautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid1800s, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval,and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately,it comes back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that lifeand dies painfully and alone, but with the knowledge that she was anoble woman at heart.
When I first began to read the book, I didnot care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle, but as I gotfurther into the narrative, I realized that her saucy attitude wasa front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She feltused, abused and unloved, until the gentle Armand Duval came intoher life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not forwhat she could do for him. It must have taken great courage forMarguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long, knowing allalong that it was probably too good to be true and would not lastindefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really lovedArmand Duval for she could even change herself for him. However, happiness didn’t lastfor long.
When M. Duval, Armands father, came to her, pleading forher to leave Armand to save both Armands reputation and that ofhis younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure ofheart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because sheloved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up herown happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantlyreturned to her former life, knowing that some day Armand wouldforgive her. Sadly, she died in debt and basically alone, exceptfor her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during herillness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death,explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumasslast few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rulewere quite true, and I also agreed with his view that while herlifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all ofthese type of women are cold and heartless, while this may notalways be the case.
A person can make the wrong choices in lifewhen they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimespast situations prevent them from changing their lives, even thoughthey desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and womenin many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime;drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems;poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists inthe whole society. As far as the other charactersin the book, I think Marguerite was right in saying that no onetruly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the onlyexceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte deG. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The Duke neededto “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could neverreplace his dead daughter.
If he truly cared, he could have helpedher leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly,Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worsethan the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact thatMarguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone trulyloved her.Last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, I took this book out of theshelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was paleblue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flewaway from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thinfine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. Thesoft breeze carried it away. Camille is just likethe camellia, she could never escape from the destiny of withering.But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism andthe hideousness of that society.
Suddenly, I remembered asaying: “Women are like the flowers”。 Those pretty women are likethose beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feelthey are the miracle of life. However, even the God envies theirbeauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings.As we are normal persons, even we can see the hideousness ofhumanity that results in their fate of withering, we can at mostask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone?Where have they gone?
The Lady of the Camellias is a classic book that written by famous author called Alexandre Dumas. The story set in Paris. There are two main characters in this book， Marguerite Gautier and Armand Duval. Marguerite is a pretty and young courtesan， or kept woman.A courtesan ca39;thave the true love. But she falls love with a young man， Armand. She tries to get away from her questionable past and lives with Armand forever. But when Arman39;sfather， Madame Duval knows that his son is falling love with a courtesan， he separates them. After Armand finds that his father lied him， he goes back to Paris， but Marguerite dies painfully and alone.
I really enjoy this when i was reading it. Marguerite taught me a lot. To love someone is just let him or her be happy.Marguerite throws out the lord who can repays her all debts and lives with Armand.But when Arman39;sfather reminds her that she is just a courtesan， she realized she ca39;tbe recognized in Arman39;sfamily， she will stain Arman39;sreputation. So she leaves him. Marguerit39;slove is unselfish. Her self-sacrifice saved Arman39;sreputation.