Ursule Rouet Love Story
Four - Eyes finally gave us one of his many forbidden books as gratitude to us carrying his sixty kilos of rice hod; the slim volume entitled Ursule Mirouet written by “Ba-er-zar-ke” (pg. 52). As soon as we were settled in our beds, Luo commenced reading until the rose - pink colour of dawn appeared. As soon as he had finished reading, I grabbed the book vigorously from him as I had been waiting to read it all night. Staying in bed until nightfall completely bundled up in the French story of love and miracles definitely quenched my thirst, which first sparked when Luo and I questioned Four - Eyes’s suitcase.
Reading relentlessly in awe had me realize the subjects that had been hidden from me such as “awakening desires, passion, impulsive
action, love...” (pg. 53) and to think that a boy of nineteen would be informed about them. “Ursule’s story rang as true as if it had been about my neighbours” (pg. 53) which made the events increasingly enthralling with a ring of truth. Astonishment consumed me, pressuring me to write my favourite chapter about Ursule somnambulating inside my coat against the flawed leather, redolent of peer pressure. “It was the first time in my life I had felt any desire to copy sentences from a book.” (pg. 54). Initially, I planned on copying my favourite chapter on paper. However, having ransacked the room, I decided I would write in my sheepskin coat. (It was a gift from the villagers when I first arrived).
Earlier than that, I had an emotion which never struck me before. As I was thinking about the Little Seamstress’s radiant face, I felt an acrid stab of jealousy that perplexed my heart. Was I in love with the Little Seamstress? Was I jealous that Luo stole the heart of a precious innocent princess? All these new emotions that came to me finally made me comprehend that my desire to be with the Little Seamstress instead of Luo grew increasingly tenacious. “We made love there, against the trunk” were the words that made my heart feel somewhat sick. I strained to imagine it when Luo told me but words failed me. I should’ve expressed my admiration to the Little seamstress as soon as I had a chance but sometimes in life, a situation will keep on repeating itself until you learn a lesson; my lesson being that I should make use of my opportunities.
Reading relentlessly in awe had me realize the subjects that had been hidden from me such as “awakening desires, passion, impulsive
action, love...” (pg. 53) and to think that a boy of nineteen would be informed about them. “Ursule’s story rang as true as if it had been about my neighbours” (pg. 53) which made the events increasingly enthralling with a ring of truth. Astonishment consumed me, pressuring me to write my favourite chapter about Ursule somnambulating inside my coat against the flawed leather, redolent of peer pressure. “It was the first time in my life I had felt any desire to copy sentences from a book.” (pg. 54). Initially, I planned on copying my favourite chapter on paper. However, having ransacked the room, I decided I would write in my sheepskin coat. (It was a gift from the villagers when I first arrived).
Earlier than that, I had an emotion which never struck me before. As I was thinking about the Little Seamstress’s radiant face, I felt an acrid stab of jealousy that perplexed my heart. Was I in love with the Little Seamstress? Was I jealous that Luo stole the heart of a precious innocent princess? All these new emotions that came to me finally made me comprehend that my desire to be with the Little Seamstress instead of Luo grew increasingly tenacious. “We made love there, against the trunk” were the words that made my heart feel somewhat sick. I strained to imagine it when Luo told me but words failed me. I should’ve expressed my admiration to the Little seamstress as soon as I had a chance but sometimes in life, a situation will keep on repeating itself until you learn a lesson; my lesson being that I should make use of my opportunities.