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The Siege of Berlin

While we walked back along the Elysée Pastoral Avenue with Dr. Wei, we looked at the walls that were riddled with shells and riddled with machine gun fire. Uneven Sidewalks explores the history of the siege of Paris. When we were approaching the Star Square, the doctor stopped, pointed to one of the magnificent high-rise buildings surrounding the Arc de Triomphe, and said to me:

"You see the closed door on that balcony?" Four windows? At the beginning of August, that terrible August full of storms and disasters, I was called to treat a patient who had suffered a sudden stroke. He was Colonel Joupe, a soldier of the Napoleonic Empire, who had served in honor. He is a stubborn old man in terms of patriotism. As soon as the war started, he moved to the Elysée and lived in a room with a balcony. Guess why? It turned out to be to watch the triumphal return ceremony of our troops... This poor thing Old man! He was leaving the dinner table when the news of the tragic defeat of Wissembourg reached his home. When he read Napoleon's name under the battle report announcing the defeat, he fell to the ground as if he was struck by lightning.

"When I got there, the old soldier was lying upright on the carpet in the room, his face red and his expression dull, as if he had just been hit in the head. If he stood up, he would be very tall; now lying down, he still looks very tall. He has regular and beautiful features, beautiful teeth, and curly white hair. He looks only sixty years old when he is eighty years old... His granddaughter knelt beside him, with tears streaming down her face. She looks a lot like him, and looking at them together, it can be said that they are like two ancient Greek coins cast from the same mold, except that one is very old, stained with dirt, and has worn edges, while the other is dazzling and clean. Bright, completely retaining the color and smoothness of new casting.

"I was deeply moved by the pain of this girl. She was a soldier two generations later, her father served on the staff of Marshal MacMahon. The image of this burly old man lying in front of her, There was always another, equally terrible thought of her father. I tried my best to comfort her, but I didn't have much hope that what we were dealing with was a serious case of hemiplegia. This disease was contracted at the age of eighty, and it was completely incurable. As a matter of fact, for three days, the patient was unconscious and motionless... Within these few days, Lei She came again. You must still remember how the news came. Until that evening, we thought we had won a great victory, annihilated 20,000 Prussian troops, and captured the Prussian Crown Prince... I don't know. Due to some miracle and some electric current, the joyous sound of the whole country spread to our poor deaf and mute patient, and penetrated into his paralytic hallucinations. In short, that night, when I approached him. When I was at the bedside, I saw that he was no longer the same patient. His eyes were brighter and his tongue was no longer stiff. He actually smiled at me and stammered twice:

"The battle... was won...!

"Yes, Colonel, a great victory was won!'

"I gave the details of Marshal Mike Mahon's glorious victory When I told him, I noticed that his eyebrows relaxed and the expression on his face became brighter.

"As soon as I walked out of the room, the young girl was standing by the door waiting for me. She was pale and sobbing.

"'He is no longer in danger of life. !’ I held her hands and comforted her.

"The poor girl almost didn't have the courage to answer me. It turned out that the true situation of the Battle of Reshefen had just been announced. Marshal MacMahon escaped and the entire army was annihilated... She and I exchanged frightened Look. She was worried about her father, and I was worried about my grandfather's condition.

There is no doubt that he can no longer bear this new blow... So, what to do? ...You can only make him happy and keep him alive with this fantasy of resurrecting him...But then you have to lie to him...

"'Okay, I'll lie to him !’ the brave girl volunteered to tell me, wiping away her tears, pretending to be beaming, and walked into her grandfather’s room.

“This is a very difficult task for her. The first few days were easy to deal with. This good old man's mind is not very sound, and he is like a child who is being coaxed. However, as his health gradually recovered, his thinking became increasingly clear. This requires explaining to him clearly the activities of the armies on both sides and preparing daily battle reports for him. This beautiful little girl looked really pitiable. She lay on the map of Germany day and night, inserting some small flags here and there, trying to fabricate a glorious battle; one moment it was Marshal Bazin marching towards Berlin, At one moment, General Froissart invaded Bavaria, and at another moment, Marshal MacMahon advanced into the Baltic Sea coast. In order to make the fabrication come alive, she always asked for my advice, and I helped her as much as possible. However, in this fictional offensive, the person who helped us the most was the old grandfather himself. You know, he had fought in Germany so many times during the Napoleonic Empire! He knew in advance any military actions of the other party: 'Now, they are going to advance here... You see, they are going to act like this... 'As a result, his predictions were all realized without exception, which of course inevitably made him a little proud.

"Unfortunately, although we conquered many cities and fought many victories, we could never keep up with his appetite. This old man was simply greedy... Every day when I arrived at his house, You will definitely hear about a new military victory:

"'Doctor, we have captured Mayans again!" The young girl said to me with a wry smile on her face. As I opened the door, I heard a cheerful voice in the room shouting to me:

"'Very good, very good... We will enter Berlin in eight days!'

"Actually, the Prussian army is only eight days away from Paris... At first we discussed moving him to the provinces; but as soon as he went out, the real situation in France would make everything clear to him. I think he was too weak physically and mentally from the severe stroke caused by the stroke to allow him to understand what was really going on. So we decided to let him stay in Paris.

“On the first day of the siege of Paris, I went to his house. I remember that I was very excited that day and felt very anxious. At that time, all the gates of Paris were closed, the enemy was approaching, and the national borders were closed. Zooming into the suburbs, everyone was panicking. When I entered, this good old man was sitting on his bed and said to me happily:

"'Hey! The siege has finally begun!'

"I looked at him in astonishment:

"'What, Colonel, you know? ...'

"His granddaughter quickly turned to me and said:

"'Yes! Doctor...this is good news, the siege of Berlin has begun!'

"She was doing needlework while saying this, and her movements were so calm and calm... How could the old man be suspicious? He couldn't hear the sound of the massacre cannon. The world was turned upside down and the disaster was profound. The unfortunate city of Paris was invisible to him. All he could see from his bed was a glimpse of the Arc de Triomphe, and around him in his room were a host of dilapidated relics from the Napoleonic Empire, effectively maintaining His fantasies.

Portraits of Napoleon's marshals, woodcuts depicting battles, pictures of the Roman king as a baby; and a tall long table inlaid with carved copper ornaments, on which were displayed the relics of the empire, such as coats of arms and small bronze statues. The rocks on the island of St. Helena are under a glass dome, and there are some small portraits of the same lady with curly hair and lively eyebrows. She is wearing a dancing dress and a yellow robe. Big sleeves and tight cuffs - all of it, the long case, the Roman kings, the marshals, the lady in yellow, that tall, high-belted lady in yellow with the dignity so beloved in 1806 Madame... created an atmosphere of victory and conquest, more powerful than the lies we told him, the good colonel, who so naively believed that French troops were laying siege to Berlin.

The Siege of Berlin (2)

“From this day on, our military operations have been greatly simplified. It is only a matter of time to capture Berlin. After some time, as long as The old man was getting impatient, so we read him a letter from his son. Of course, the letter was a forgery, because Paris was already besieged and, after the defeat of Sedan, Marshal Mac Mahon The staff had been captured and taken to a certain fortress in Germany. You can imagine how painful this poor girl was. She didn't get any news from her father. She only knew that he had been captured and deprived of everything. She was still ill, but she had to pretend to be in his tone and write cheerful letters; of course, the letters were short, and a soldier who was marching victoriously in a conquered country could only write such short letters. At that time, she couldn't hold on any longer, so there was no letter for several weeks. The old man was anxious and couldn't sleep, so soon another letter came from Germany. She came to his bedside and couldn't bear it. Tears, the old man listened solemnly, smiled understandingly, nodded in approval, criticized, and explained to us the unclear parts of the letter. His special nobility is reflected in his reply to his son: 'You must never forget that you are French...be lenient to those poor people and do not make them feel that our occupation is offensive. Unbearable...' The letter is full of endless instructions, about protecting private property, respecting women, and a lot of admirable words. In short, it is a book specially prepared for conquerors. A true manual of military honor. Sometimes, he also included some general views on politics and the conditions for peace in his letters. On this issue, I should say, his conditions were not harsh: "As long as war reparations are paid, nothing else." They don't want anything... What's the use of cutting off their provinces? Can we turn Germany into France?...'

" When he dictated these words, his tone was very firm. , you can feel that his words are full of innocent feelings, and his noble patriotism cannot help but make people deeply moved.