Our Children: Scenes from the Country and the Town

By Anatole France

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Nov 27, 2019
• ISBN: 4057664611222

Anatole France

Anatole France (1844–1924) was one of the true greats of French letters and the winner of the 1921 Nobel Prize in Literature. The son of a bookseller, France was first published in 1869 and became famous with The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard. Elected as a member of the French Academy in 1896, France proved to be an ideal literary representative of his homeland until his death.

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Anatole France

Our Children: Scenes from the Country and the Town

Published by Good Press, 2022

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Table of Contents

OUR CHILDREN

FANNY I

II

III

IV

THE FANCY DRESS PARTY

THE SCHOOL

MARY

PAN PIPES

ROGER’S STABLE

COURAGE

CATHERINE’S DAY

THE LITTLE SEA DOGS

OUR CHILDREN

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FANNY

I

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Fanny started off early one morning, like little Red Riding Hood, to visit her grandmother, who lives quite at the other end of the village. But Fanny did not stop like Red Riding Hood to pick hazel nuts. She went straight on her way, and did not see any wolf.

Even when quite a long way off, she could see her grandmother seated on her stone doorstep, the dear grandmother who smiled with her toothless mouth and opened her old arms thin as grape vines to welcome her little granddaughter. Fanny’s heart was filled with delight at the prospect of spending a whole day at her grandmother’s. And her grandmother, having no longer any cares or tasks, but living like a cricket near the fire, is happy too to see the little daughter of her son, a sweet reminder of her youth.

They have many things to say to each other, for one of them is at the end of life’s voyage and the other is just setting out upon it.

You grow bigger every day, Fanny, says her grandmother, and I am getting littler. Just look! I need hardly stoop to press my lips to your forehead. What difference does it make how old I am when I still have youth’s roses in your cheeks, Little Fanny.