Confession of a woman: Guy Maupassant

The excretion of the Parisian life was set from the first story, from the departure of shopkeepers out of town once a year – to eat on the grass, to hear the nightingale, to copulate at the call of the flesh. And that’s all. If a natural feeling flashes in these stories, then as a green summer grass for citizens – half a day, and enough. But these half a day can become a revelation – albeit terrible – for which a person is alive.
For the worst of all is not deadly jealousy, and not even a shocking discovery that the next keeper turned out to be your daughter from a long -term connection. In total, the words of the curious provincial: “I wanted to know the vice … nothing interesting.” To this abyss – “nothing interesting” – leads the reader Maupassant. Will he get the courage to look?

Author
Maupassant Guy de
Editor
Nazarova E.
Translator
Rachinsky G.A., Chebotarevskaya Anastasia, Brook E.
Publisher
Eksmo, 2011
Series
About passions and vices