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Une Partie de Campagne
Les ouvrages de Maupassant ont tenté maints cinéastes. Ils y ont trouvé l'occasion d'illustrer des tranches de vie ou de raconter des destins pittoresques ou pathétiques, susceptibles, par leur valeur humaine, d'intéresser un vaste public.
Une partie de campagne est une oeuvre particulièrement intéressante à cet égard : cette nouvelle, d'une sobriété toute classique, figure parmi les meilleures de l'écrivain. Et il se trouve qu'elle a été adaptée par l'un de nos plus grands cinéastes, Jean Renoir. Cette heureuse rencontre a donné naissance à un film remarquable. La présente édition propose une mise en parallèle des deux oeuvres qui permet de mieux comprendre la spécificité de ces arts majeurs que sont la littérature et le cinéma. En outre, elle éclaire le lecteur sur les problèmes complexes de l'adaptation filmique des oeuvres écrites.
Le scénario du film est ici présenté avec le découpage en plans.
Présentation et notes de Henry Gidel.
Une partie de campagne est une oeuvre particulièrement intéressante à cet égard : cette nouvelle, d'une sobriété toute classique, figure parmi les meilleures de l'écrivain. Et il se trouve qu'elle a été adaptée par l'un de nos plus grands cinéastes, Jean Renoir. Cette heureuse rencontre a donné naissance à un film remarquable. La présente édition propose une mise en parallèle des deux oeuvres qui permet de mieux comprendre la spécificité de ces arts majeurs que sont la littérature et le cinéma. En outre, elle éclaire le lecteur sur les problèmes complexes de l'adaptation filmique des oeuvres écrites.
Le scénario du film est ici présenté avec le découpage en plans.
Présentation et notes de Henry Gidel.
96 pages, Pocket Book
First published January 1, 1881
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About the author
Guy de Maupassant
7,464 books3,034 followersHenri René Albert Guy de Maupassant was a popular 19th-century French writer. He is one of the fathers of the modern short story. A protege of Flaubert, Maupassant's short stories are characterized by their economy of style and their efficient effortless dénouement. He also wrote six short novels. A number of his stories often denote the futility of war and the innocent civilians who get crushed in it - many are set during the Franco-Prussian War of the 1870s.
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February 10, 2025
This is a charming love story in just 24 short pages. Quite an accomplishment, in my opinion, for any author.
November 20, 2015
A very beautiful story, that has took me in!
Henriette is described as a beautiful and smart girl, that you immediately develop sympathies for her, Maupassant also describes the behavior of the Nightingale very well, which is perfectly consistent to the scene!
Henriette is described as a beautiful and smart girl, that you immediately develop sympathies for her, Maupassant also describes the behavior of the Nightingale very well, which is perfectly consistent to the scene!
February 17, 2023
Guy de Maupassant's "A Country Excursion" is the short story about longing and romance that is subdued, and wondering about marriage in general. This Maupassant story seemed to be a kind of travelogue until the 50% point, which I like but others might not care for this style, I mention only to read until the end to decide.
Story in short- Both Madame Dufour and her daughter have an adventure on their family outing.
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For five months they had been talking of going to take luncheon in one of the country suburbs of Paris on Madame Dufour’s birthday, and as they were looking forward very impatiently to the outing, they rose very early that morning. Monsieur Dufour had borrowed the milkman’s wagon and drove himself. It was a very tidy, two-wheeled conveyance, with a cover supported by four iron rods, with curtains that had been drawn up, except the one at the back, which floated out like a sail. Madame Dufour, resplendent in a wonderful, cherry colored silk dress, sat by the side of her husband. The old grandmother and a girl sat behind them on two chairs, and a boy with yellow hair was lying at the bottom of the wagon, with nothing to be seen of him except his head.
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When they reached the bridge of Neuilly, Monsieur Dufour said: “Here we are in the country at last!” and at that signal his wife grew sentimental about the beauties of nature. When they got to the crossroads at Courbevoie they were seized with admiration for the distant landscape. On the right was Argenteuil with its bell tower, and above it rose the hills of Sannois and the mill of Orgemont, while on the left the aqueduct of Marly stood out against the clear morning sky, and in the distance they could see
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the terrace of Saint-Germain; and opposite them, at the end of a low chain of hills, the new fort of Cormeilles. Quite in the distance; a very long way off, beyond the plains and village, one could see the sombre green of the forests. The sun was beginning to burn their faces, the dust got into their eyes, and on either side of the road there stretched an interminable tract of bare, ugly country with an unpleasant odor. One might have thought that it had been ravaged by a pestilence, which had even attacked the buildings, for skeletons of dilapidated and deserted houses, or small cottages, which were left in an unfinished state, because the contractors had not been paid, reared their four roofless walls on each side. Here and there tall factory chimneys rose up from the barren soil. The only vegetation on that putrid land, where the spring breezes wafted an odor of petroleum and slate, blended with another odor that was even less agreeable. At last, however, they crossed the Seine a
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second time, and the bridge was a delight. The river sparkled in the sun, and they had a feeling of quiet enjoyment, felt refreshed as they drank in the purer air that was not impregnated by the black smoke of factories nor by the miasma from the deposits of night soil. A man whom they met told them that the name of the place was Bezons. Monsieur Dufour pulled up and read the attractive announcement outside an eating house: Restaurant Poulin, matelottes and fried fish, private rooms, arbors, and swings.
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The Dufours go to the country, they work in the city all year around. Mademoiselle Dufour and her mother go on a boat ride but they go on separate boats with different gentlemen. It seems Madame Dufour has a little or more intimate, brief liaison with her accompaniment. Mademoiselle Dufour's gentleman kissed her and it seems like nothing more but why did she marry 2 months later someone she seemed not to love. Did more happen? They meeting later seemed to say, they care for each other still. Will they meet later without her husband knowing?
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“Well, Madame Dufour, will this suit you? Will you make up your mind at last?” She read the announcement in her turn and then looked at the house for some time. It was a white country inn, built by the roadside, and through the open door she could see the bright zinc of the counter, at which sat two workmen in their Sunday clothes. At last she made up her mind and said: “Yes, this will do; and, besides, there is a view.”
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They drove into a large field behind the inn, separated from the river by the towing path, and dismounted. The husband sprang out first and then held out his arms for his wife, and as the step was very high Madame Dufour, in order to reach him, had to show the lower part of her limbs, whose former slenderness had disappeared in fat, and Monsieur Dufour, who was already getting excited by the country air, pinched her calf, and then, taking her in his arms, he set her on the ground, as if she had been some
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enormous bundle. She shook the dust out of the silk dress and then looked round to see in what sort of a place she was. She was a stout woman, of about thirty-six, full-blown, and delightful to look at. She could hardly breathe, as her corsets were laced too tightly, and their pressure forced her superabundant bosom up to her double chin. Next the girl placed her hand on her father’s shoulder and jumped down lightly. The boy with the yellow hair had got down by stepping on the wheel,
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and he helped Monsieur Dufour to lift his grandmother out. Then they unharnessed the horse, which they had tied to a tree, and the carriage fell back, with both shafts in the air. The men took off their coats and washed their hands in a pail of water and then went and joined the ladies, who had already taken possession of the swings. Mademoiselle Dufour was trying to swing herself standing up, but she could not succeed in getting a start. She was a pretty girl of about eighteen, one of those women who
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suddenly excite your desire when you meet them in the street and who leave you with a vague feeling of uneasiness and of excited senses. She was tall, had a small waist and large hips, with a dark skin, very large eyes and very black hair. Her dress clearly marked the outlines of her firm, full figure, which was accentuated by the motion of her hips as she tried to swing herself higher. Her arms were stretched upward to hold the rope, so that her bosom rose at every movement she made. Her hat, which a gust of wind had
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blown off, was hanging behind her, and as the swing gradually rose higher and higher, she showed her delicate limbs up to the knees each time, and the breeze from her flying skirts, which was more heady than the fumes of wine, blew into the faces of the two men, who were looking at her and smiling. Sitting in the other swing, Madame Dufour kept saying in a monotonous voice: “Cyprian, come and swing me; do come and swing me, Cyprian!”
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At last he went, and turning up his shirt sleeves, as if undertaking a hard piece of work, with much difficulty he set his wife in motion. She clutched the two ropes and held her legs out straight, so as not to touch the ground. She enjoyed feeling dizzy at the motion of the swing, and her whole figure shook like a jelly on a dish, but as she went higher and higher; she became too giddy and was frightened. Each time the swing came down she uttered a piercing scream, which made all the little urchins
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in the neighborhood come round, and down below, beneath the garden hedge, she vaguely saw a row of mischievous heads making various grimaces as they laughed. When a servant girl came out they ordered luncheon. “Some fried fish, a rabbit saute, salad and dessert,” Madame Dufour said, with an important air. “Bring two quarts of beer and a bottle of claret,” her husband said. “We will have lunch on the grass,” the girl added.
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The grandmother, who had an affection for cats, had been running after one that belonged to the house, trying to coax it to come to her for the last ten minutes. The animal, who was no doubt secretly flattered by her attentions, kept close to the good woman, but just out of reach of her hand, and quietly walked round the trees, against which she rubbed herself, with her tail up, purring with pleasure. “Hello!” suddenly exclaimed the young man with the yellow hair, who was wandering about. “Here
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are two swell boats!” They all went to look at them and saw two beautiful canoes in a wooden shed; they were as beautifully finished as if they had been ornamental furniture. They hung side by side, like two tall, slender girls, in their narrow shining length, and made one wish to float in them on warm summer mornings and evenings along the flower-covered banks of the river, where the trees dip their branches into the water, where the rushes are continually rustling in the breeze and where the swift kingfishers dart about like flashes of blue lightning. The whole family looked at them with great respect. “Oh, they are indeed swell boats!” Monsieur Dufour repeated gravely, as he examined them like a connoiseur. He had been in the habit of rowing in his younger days, he said, and when he had spat in his hands — and he went through the action of pulling the oars — he did not care a fig for anybody. He had beaten more than one Englishman formerly at the Joinville regattas.
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He grew quite excited at last and offered to make a bet that in a boat like that he could row six leagues an hour without exerting himself. “Luncheon is ready,” the waitress said, appearing at the entrance to the boathouse, and they all hurried off. But two young men had taken the very seats that Madame Dufour had selected and were eating their luncheon. No doubt they were the owners of the sculls, for they were in boating costume. They were stretched out, almost lying on the chairs; they were sun-browned
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and their thin cotton jerseys, with short sleeves, showed their bare arms, which were as strong as a blacksmith’s. They were two strong, athletic fellows, who showed in all their movements that elasticity and grace of limb which can only be acquired by exercise and which is so different to the deformity with which monotonous heavy work stamps the mechanic. They exchanged a rapid smile when they saw the mother and then a glance on seeing the daughter.
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“Let us give up our place,” one of them said; “it will make us acquainted with them.” The other got up immediately, and holding his black and red boating cap in his hand, he politely offered the ladies the only shady place in the garden. With many excuses they accepted, and that it might be more rural, they sat on the grass, without either tables or chairs. The two young men took their plates, knives, forks, etc., to a table a little way off and began to eat again,
Story in short- Both Madame Dufour and her daughter have an adventure on their family outing.
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For five months they had been talking of going to take luncheon in one of the country suburbs of Paris on Madame Dufour’s birthday, and as they were looking forward very impatiently to the outing, they rose very early that morning. Monsieur Dufour had borrowed the milkman’s wagon and drove himself. It was a very tidy, two-wheeled conveyance, with a cover supported by four iron rods, with curtains that had been drawn up, except the one at the back, which floated out like a sail. Madame Dufour, resplendent in a wonderful, cherry colored silk dress, sat by the side of her husband. The old grandmother and a girl sat behind them on two chairs, and a boy with yellow hair was lying at the bottom of the wagon, with nothing to be seen of him except his head.
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When they reached the bridge of Neuilly, Monsieur Dufour said: “Here we are in the country at last!” and at that signal his wife grew sentimental about the beauties of nature. When they got to the crossroads at Courbevoie they were seized with admiration for the distant landscape. On the right was Argenteuil with its bell tower, and above it rose the hills of Sannois and the mill of Orgemont, while on the left the aqueduct of Marly stood out against the clear morning sky, and in the distance they could see
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the terrace of Saint-Germain; and opposite them, at the end of a low chain of hills, the new fort of Cormeilles. Quite in the distance; a very long way off, beyond the plains and village, one could see the sombre green of the forests. The sun was beginning to burn their faces, the dust got into their eyes, and on either side of the road there stretched an interminable tract of bare, ugly country with an unpleasant odor. One might have thought that it had been ravaged by a pestilence, which had even attacked the buildings, for skeletons of dilapidated and deserted houses, or small cottages, which were left in an unfinished state, because the contractors had not been paid, reared their four roofless walls on each side. Here and there tall factory chimneys rose up from the barren soil. The only vegetation on that putrid land, where the spring breezes wafted an odor of petroleum and slate, blended with another odor that was even less agreeable. At last, however, they crossed the Seine a
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second time, and the bridge was a delight. The river sparkled in the sun, and they had a feeling of quiet enjoyment, felt refreshed as they drank in the purer air that was not impregnated by the black smoke of factories nor by the miasma from the deposits of night soil. A man whom they met told them that the name of the place was Bezons. Monsieur Dufour pulled up and read the attractive announcement outside an eating house: Restaurant Poulin, matelottes and fried fish, private rooms, arbors, and swings.
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The Dufours go to the country, they work in the city all year around. Mademoiselle Dufour and her mother go on a boat ride but they go on separate boats with different gentlemen. It seems Madame Dufour has a little or more intimate, brief liaison with her accompaniment. Mademoiselle Dufour's gentleman kissed her and it seems like nothing more but why did she marry 2 months later someone she seemed not to love. Did more happen? They meeting later seemed to say, they care for each other still. Will they meet later without her husband knowing?
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“Well, Madame Dufour, will this suit you? Will you make up your mind at last?” She read the announcement in her turn and then looked at the house for some time. It was a white country inn, built by the roadside, and through the open door she could see the bright zinc of the counter, at which sat two workmen in their Sunday clothes. At last she made up her mind and said: “Yes, this will do; and, besides, there is a view.”
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They drove into a large field behind the inn, separated from the river by the towing path, and dismounted. The husband sprang out first and then held out his arms for his wife, and as the step was very high Madame Dufour, in order to reach him, had to show the lower part of her limbs, whose former slenderness had disappeared in fat, and Monsieur Dufour, who was already getting excited by the country air, pinched her calf, and then, taking her in his arms, he set her on the ground, as if she had been some
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enormous bundle. She shook the dust out of the silk dress and then looked round to see in what sort of a place she was. She was a stout woman, of about thirty-six, full-blown, and delightful to look at. She could hardly breathe, as her corsets were laced too tightly, and their pressure forced her superabundant bosom up to her double chin. Next the girl placed her hand on her father’s shoulder and jumped down lightly. The boy with the yellow hair had got down by stepping on the wheel,
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and he helped Monsieur Dufour to lift his grandmother out. Then they unharnessed the horse, which they had tied to a tree, and the carriage fell back, with both shafts in the air. The men took off their coats and washed their hands in a pail of water and then went and joined the ladies, who had already taken possession of the swings. Mademoiselle Dufour was trying to swing herself standing up, but she could not succeed in getting a start. She was a pretty girl of about eighteen, one of those women who
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suddenly excite your desire when you meet them in the street and who leave you with a vague feeling of uneasiness and of excited senses. She was tall, had a small waist and large hips, with a dark skin, very large eyes and very black hair. Her dress clearly marked the outlines of her firm, full figure, which was accentuated by the motion of her hips as she tried to swing herself higher. Her arms were stretched upward to hold the rope, so that her bosom rose at every movement she made. Her hat, which a gust of wind had
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blown off, was hanging behind her, and as the swing gradually rose higher and higher, she showed her delicate limbs up to the knees each time, and the breeze from her flying skirts, which was more heady than the fumes of wine, blew into the faces of the two men, who were looking at her and smiling. Sitting in the other swing, Madame Dufour kept saying in a monotonous voice: “Cyprian, come and swing me; do come and swing me, Cyprian!”
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At last he went, and turning up his shirt sleeves, as if undertaking a hard piece of work, with much difficulty he set his wife in motion. She clutched the two ropes and held her legs out straight, so as not to touch the ground. She enjoyed feeling dizzy at the motion of the swing, and her whole figure shook like a jelly on a dish, but as she went higher and higher; she became too giddy and was frightened. Each time the swing came down she uttered a piercing scream, which made all the little urchins
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in the neighborhood come round, and down below, beneath the garden hedge, she vaguely saw a row of mischievous heads making various grimaces as they laughed. When a servant girl came out they ordered luncheon. “Some fried fish, a rabbit saute, salad and dessert,” Madame Dufour said, with an important air. “Bring two quarts of beer and a bottle of claret,” her husband said. “We will have lunch on the grass,” the girl added.
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The grandmother, who had an affection for cats, had been running after one that belonged to the house, trying to coax it to come to her for the last ten minutes. The animal, who was no doubt secretly flattered by her attentions, kept close to the good woman, but just out of reach of her hand, and quietly walked round the trees, against which she rubbed herself, with her tail up, purring with pleasure. “Hello!” suddenly exclaimed the young man with the yellow hair, who was wandering about. “Here
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are two swell boats!” They all went to look at them and saw two beautiful canoes in a wooden shed; they were as beautifully finished as if they had been ornamental furniture. They hung side by side, like two tall, slender girls, in their narrow shining length, and made one wish to float in them on warm summer mornings and evenings along the flower-covered banks of the river, where the trees dip their branches into the water, where the rushes are continually rustling in the breeze and where the swift kingfishers dart about like flashes of blue lightning. The whole family looked at them with great respect. “Oh, they are indeed swell boats!” Monsieur Dufour repeated gravely, as he examined them like a connoiseur. He had been in the habit of rowing in his younger days, he said, and when he had spat in his hands — and he went through the action of pulling the oars — he did not care a fig for anybody. He had beaten more than one Englishman formerly at the Joinville regattas.
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He grew quite excited at last and offered to make a bet that in a boat like that he could row six leagues an hour without exerting himself. “Luncheon is ready,” the waitress said, appearing at the entrance to the boathouse, and they all hurried off. But two young men had taken the very seats that Madame Dufour had selected and were eating their luncheon. No doubt they were the owners of the sculls, for they were in boating costume. They were stretched out, almost lying on the chairs; they were sun-browned
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and their thin cotton jerseys, with short sleeves, showed their bare arms, which were as strong as a blacksmith’s. They were two strong, athletic fellows, who showed in all their movements that elasticity and grace of limb which can only be acquired by exercise and which is so different to the deformity with which monotonous heavy work stamps the mechanic. They exchanged a rapid smile when they saw the mother and then a glance on seeing the daughter.
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“Let us give up our place,” one of them said; “it will make us acquainted with them.” The other got up immediately, and holding his black and red boating cap in his hand, he politely offered the ladies the only shady place in the garden. With many excuses they accepted, and that it might be more rural, they sat on the grass, without either tables or chairs. The two young men took their plates, knives, forks, etc., to a table a little way off and began to eat again,
August 16, 2024
Mysig kortnovell med genuina karaktärer. Utspelar sig en sommardag, beskriven så att man verkligen kan känna den omkring sig, då man får följa med en familj ut på födelsedagsfrukost. Vågad och ”feministisk” för sin tid med tanke på den okomplicerade kvinnosynen i novellen.
September 26, 2024
Välskriven
Men gillar inte att läsa om straight sex, det får mig att rysa
Big time
Men gillar inte att läsa om straight sex, det får mig att rysa
Big time
June 17, 2025
A quaint little story though my translation felt as if it were done by AI
July 20, 2023
2,5 stjärnor
Otroligt vackert språk, särskilt i de partier som beskriver den tryckande värmen som gör berättelsens karaktärer yra samt när näktergalens sång beskrivs. Ogillade dock verkligen hur samtycke hanterades i novellen. Förstår såklart att synen på samtycke förändrats otroligt mycket sedan 1800-talet, att unga flickor på den tiden troligen lärde sig att trycka undan deras begär och stå emot närmanden som de egentligen önskar, men jag kan inte finna det romantiskt när en man kastar sig över en kvinna och tvingar sig på henne tills hon ger efter.
Tyckte också synd om fru Dufour som genom hela novellen definieras helt av det faktum att hon är tjock och hur hennes fett beskrivs som groteskt på flera olika sätt. Är helt enkelt mycket med novellen som inte åldrats särskilt bra.
Otroligt vackert språk, särskilt i de partier som beskriver den tryckande värmen som gör berättelsens karaktärer yra samt när näktergalens sång beskrivs. Ogillade dock verkligen hur samtycke hanterades i novellen. Förstår såklart att synen på samtycke förändrats otroligt mycket sedan 1800-talet, att unga flickor på den tiden troligen lärde sig att trycka undan deras begär och stå emot närmanden som de egentligen önskar, men jag kan inte finna det romantiskt när en man kastar sig över en kvinna och tvingar sig på henne tills hon ger efter.
Tyckte också synd om fru Dufour som genom hela novellen definieras helt av det faktum att hon är tjock och hur hennes fett beskrivs som groteskt på flera olika sätt. Är helt enkelt mycket med novellen som inte åldrats särskilt bra.
November 21, 2023
REVIEW IN: SPANISH - FRENCH - ENGLISH
ES: Esta historia me recuerda a otro relato corto escrito por el inglés E.M. Forster, que en su momento me gustó mucho. En aquel, "El monolito" creo que se titulaba, dos marineros se encuentran con un matrimonio que también va a dar un paseo por el campo, en este caso para visitar un antiguo monolito. Los marineros se las arreglan para separar los e irse cada uno con un miembro de la pareja. La historia sigue al marinero que se va con la mujer con la que acaba teniendo relaciones. Pero al final de la historia nos damos cuenta de que el otro marinero también las ha tenido con el marido, como habían planeado desde el principio.
Ahora que veo que el relato de Forster está muy probablemente basado en este, me gusta un poco menos y este de Maupassant mucho más.
FR: Cette histoire me rappelle une autre nouvelle écrite par l'Anglais E.M. Forster, que j'ai beaucoup apprécié, à l'époque; "Le Monolithe", je crois. Dans cette nouvelle-là, deux marins rencontrent un couple marié qui, comme dans l'histoire de Maupassant, se promène aussi à la campagne, en l'occurrence pour visiter un ancien monolithe. Les marins parviennent à les séparer et partent chacun avec l'un des membres du couple. L'histoire suit le marin qui part avec la femme avec laquelle il finit par avoir un rapport sexuel. Mais, à la fin de l'histoire, on comprend que l'autre marin a également couché avec le mari, comme ils l'avaient prévu depuis le début.
Maintenant que je vois que l'histoire de Forster est très probablement basée sur celle-ci, je l'aime un peu moins et celle de Maupassant beaucoup plus.
EN: This tale reminds me of another short story written by E.M. Forster, which I liked a lot at the time: "The Monolith", I think. In that story, two sailors meet a married couple who, as in Maupassant's story, are also visiting the countryside, in this case in the search for an ancient monolith. The sailors manage to drive them apart and each leaves with one of the members of the couple. The story follows the sailor who walks with the woman with whom he ends up having sex. At the end of the story, however, it becomes clear that the other sailor has also slept with the husband, as they had planned all along.
Now that I see that Forster's story is very probably based on this one, I like it a little less and Maupassant's a lot more.
ES: Esta historia me recuerda a otro relato corto escrito por el inglés E.M. Forster, que en su momento me gustó mucho. En aquel, "El monolito" creo que se titulaba, dos marineros se encuentran con un matrimonio que también va a dar un paseo por el campo, en este caso para visitar un antiguo monolito. Los marineros se las arreglan para separar los e irse cada uno con un miembro de la pareja. La historia sigue al marinero que se va con la mujer con la que acaba teniendo relaciones. Pero al final de la historia nos damos cuenta de que el otro marinero también las ha tenido con el marido, como habían planeado desde el principio.
Ahora que veo que el relato de Forster está muy probablemente basado en este, me gusta un poco menos y este de Maupassant mucho más.
FR: Cette histoire me rappelle une autre nouvelle écrite par l'Anglais E.M. Forster, que j'ai beaucoup apprécié, à l'époque; "Le Monolithe", je crois. Dans cette nouvelle-là, deux marins rencontrent un couple marié qui, comme dans l'histoire de Maupassant, se promène aussi à la campagne, en l'occurrence pour visiter un ancien monolithe. Les marins parviennent à les séparer et partent chacun avec l'un des membres du couple. L'histoire suit le marin qui part avec la femme avec laquelle il finit par avoir un rapport sexuel. Mais, à la fin de l'histoire, on comprend que l'autre marin a également couché avec le mari, comme ils l'avaient prévu depuis le début.
Maintenant que je vois que l'histoire de Forster est très probablement basée sur celle-ci, je l'aime un peu moins et celle de Maupassant beaucoup plus.
EN: This tale reminds me of another short story written by E.M. Forster, which I liked a lot at the time: "The Monolith", I think. In that story, two sailors meet a married couple who, as in Maupassant's story, are also visiting the countryside, in this case in the search for an ancient monolith. The sailors manage to drive them apart and each leaves with one of the members of the couple. The story follows the sailor who walks with the woman with whom he ends up having sex. At the end of the story, however, it becomes clear that the other sailor has also slept with the husband, as they had planned all along.
Now that I see that Forster's story is very probably based on this one, I like it a little less and Maupassant's a lot more.
February 6, 2024
this story was a lot easier for me to get into because of the more modern french to read and the bigger font ngl so i gave an extra one star 😭💀 so sorry but in terms of story, it was a bit ? interesting to read i feel as if the characters lack depth to them (ofc it’s a short ass story) and i wanted to know more especially of the women’s thoughts here, who are so significant to the story but we don’t get too much other than their actions when it came to love. the scene with henri and henrietta is really tough to read, makes me wonder if it really is romance or rape??!! it’s written too vaguely to really tell imo cause she refuses him then she does it after like.. grah … and then like his/her resistance disappear? not really sure what to make.. i did enjoy the ending though of the unexpected twist of henri finding out henrietta is with someone else now. thought it was written very beautifully.
also monsieur duford fat shaming his wife the entire time is crazy 😭💀
the nature descriptions are really pretty tho and a lot of literary devices to analyze just im ? hmm a lot of these i feel like i need more time to read and digest (but also after reading other ppls reviews i wonder if i’m being influenced or my take is wrong)
also monsieur duford fat shaming his wife the entire time is crazy 😭💀
the nature descriptions are really pretty tho and a lot of literary devices to analyze just im ? hmm a lot of these i feel like i need more time to read and digest (but also after reading other ppls reviews i wonder if i’m being influenced or my take is wrong)
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January 12, 2025
4.25⭐
AKA: An Outing in the Countryside; A Day in the Country; Une partie de campagne [A Part of the Countryside]
A Parisian family of shopkeepers who lived in an industrialized neighborhood goes on an excursion for the mother's birthday to the countryside where they have lunch at an inn Restaurant Poulin in Bezons on the picturesque Seine River.
Monsieur Dufour, having borrowed the milkman's carriage, drove the family himself.
Once there and after eating lunch the ladies, one being Madame Petronilla Dufour the very plump thirty sixish mother and the other Henriette her eighteen-year-old daughter both accept the invitation of two athletic young men also lunching there to go for a boat ride with them. One of the young men sacrifices himself by taking the mother on his boat, and other one shows the daughter his favorite grove on an island in the river where a nightingale is warbling its mating serenade.
AKA: An Outing in the Countryside; A Day in the Country; Une partie de campagne [A Part of the Countryside]
A Parisian family of shopkeepers who lived in an industrialized neighborhood goes on an excursion for the mother's birthday to the countryside where they have lunch at an inn Restaurant Poulin in Bezons on the picturesque Seine River.
Monsieur Dufour, having borrowed the milkman's carriage, drove the family himself.
Once there and after eating lunch the ladies, one being Madame Petronilla Dufour the very plump thirty sixish mother and the other Henriette her eighteen-year-old daughter both accept the invitation of two athletic young men also lunching there to go for a boat ride with them. One of the young men sacrifices himself by taking the mother on his boat, and other one shows the daughter his favorite grove on an island in the river where a nightingale is warbling its mating serenade.
March 12, 2023
Während eines Ausflugs auf's Land erleben die weiblichen Figuren der Familie erotische Abenteuer mit durchtrainierten Ruderern, während die dumpfen männlichen Familienmitglieder unbemerkt betrogen werden. Erneut eine sehr gewitzt beschriebene kurze Story, die man heute in einigen Kreisen sicher in den Sumpf des Sexismus und des Fatshamings stoßen würde. Mir gefällt de Maupassants Stil aber.
Gelesen als zweite der 'Liebesnovellen' herausgegeben von Marcel Reich-Ranicki in der Bertelsmann Club GmbH.
Gelesen als zweite der 'Liebesnovellen' herausgegeben von Marcel Reich-Ranicki in der Bertelsmann Club GmbH.
March 29, 2025
Je ne sais pas comment me positionner vis à vis de cette nouvelle, autant je sens qu'il y a une charge émotionnelle importante liée au dénouement et autant le style est vraiment efficace, autant l'idée de départ ne m'emballe pas vraiment et les effets qu'elle entraine ne permettent pas vraiment de la vendre non plus
C'est la poésie qui sauve tous les points
C'est la poésie qui sauve tous les points
September 16, 2025
Uh... I don't really get it. This was kinda bizarre and it didn't really read romantic to me. Because, like, Henriette kept pushing the other guy away until giving in... I liked the descriptions though. Even though they're really unflattering (particularly to Mme Dufour). It's just kind of ok. Also idk what the point is.
March 21, 2024
What was this story? What was the point, what did it want to say? There way too little information to make sense of it and yet I don't care to know more. The short-story format can create a complete and amazing story even though it is just a few pages long, but this just left me feeling nothing.
July 13, 2018
Un amour plus ou moins dérangeant pour une relation qui au final s'avérera impossible.
December 13, 2018
Gi de Mopassanın 1881-ci ildə yazdığı " Kəndə səfər " hekayəsi.Romantik və təsirli bir ədəbi nümunə.
September 5, 2020
Magnifique nouvelle très touchante, et si bien écrite.
March 27, 2021
Un petit bijou de nouvelle. Bien que j’ai trouvé le style un tantinet égrillard, le dénouement et l’ellipse finale est somptueuse. Ça donne envie de relire du Maupassant.
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September 26, 2021I read this many years ago for school, and just found the book recently. I don't remember what it is about, but I remember really liking it.
August 6, 2022
livre lu pour les cours
October 9, 2022
J'aime bien: romantique mais triste.
December 8, 2022
Novellen kändes väldigt fransk - jag kan inte komma på en bättre beskrivning.
September 19, 2023
j'adore les canotiers
September 10, 2024
the end makes me want to kill myself 10/10
November 15, 2024
mitigée, il n’y pas eu grand chose d’intéressant comparé à d’autres nouvelles de Maupassant.
December 4, 2024
J’ai RIEN compris wsh
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July 31, 2025the movie’s better <3
December 4, 2025
I loved the innovative sex scene which consists solely of a nightingale singing.
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September 26, 2017
[10/25]
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