A short story writhed by Gustave Flaubert on 1877
The parents of Julian put lived in a castle on a wonderful grove. Everything was clean and perfect, very organized. There were stables e granaries. Life was in peace, a long time that was not necessary to down the drawbridge, there was a lot of plants on the ditches and the lonely guard lays most of time because of the strong sun. They had plenty of money, arms, stocked food, wine, plush, carpets, cows, including a small church.
When Julian was born, while his mother took a rest in bed, an eremite came through the window and said: – Be happy, your son will be a saint! She almost yell but listened a song from saints and fainted. In the next day she didn’t talk to anybody about what happened. Just asked if some employ saw an eremite inside the castle. She filled with fright.
Someday the father was walking on the gardens and, inside a fog he saw a beggar who said him: — Ah, ah, your son, a lot of blood, glorious and happy forever. That’s an imperator family! The father didn’t talk it to anybody. So, the father decided to create his son in the best way. Julian grow up like a princess; slim plumes in his bed, Latin, piano, painting, hunt, etc. There was a special attention, and very fine education.
Suddenly the boy started to kill small animals by pleasure to saw blood in the floor. The father stimulated him and taught some techniques to hunt better. So, Julian started to kill birds, and foxes, lynxes, until one day he killed a band of harts, approximately one hundred harts, and the grove was like a blood sea. But Julian felt bad and empty; he cried during hours until sleep on the grass. The employees founded him with temperature and Julian stayed in bed for weeks.
For fun, the squires of the castle taught Julian to ride darts. One day he thought he saw a stork and ride the dart, but was the white hat of his mother behind a hill. He thought he killed her and ran away with some trope of adventurers. From these moment he knew the hungry, cold, thirst, ill. Julian made an army and fought in France, England, Jerusalem, Partas, Calicute. Every king and republic called him to fight and protect kingdoms; Julian was a success on battles.
He married with a princess of a sultan on payment for a success war and lived in a white marble castle; stopped battles and hunts. He thought the parents were dead. He missed the parents and hunts. The life was so boring so Julian decided to hunt in the middle of night and came back three days after in the middle of the night too. In these meantime, a couple of beggars appeared on castle looking for Julian. After introduced themselves and proved were parents of Julian, the wife of him invited the parents to became guests.
Because they were tired and ill the parents slept with the wife at Julian’s bedroom. Julian arrived castle and sow these people in his bed, he thought they were outlaws. He took the rifle and killed them. When discovered the true Julian run away to mountains to live asking alms, eaten plants, roots, hading a very simple life.
He choose a penitence, he was suffering a lot, moved to a jungle, to lived in a bank of a violent river inside a cave, with a bed made of dry leafs; his window was two holes at the wall. One day Julian discovered a pair of oars, an old boat and had the idea to dedicate his life to service of the others to pass of a side for another one in the violent rapids.
In some night of strong storm Julian heard somebody yell his name. Was a man rolled in a cloth in tatters with the body covered of leprosy, but had the position of a king in the other bank of the river. Julian went to help him to cross , but the boat sank, Julian fought with waves and rapids for a long, long time and brought the man inside cave, placed the leper lays in bed because he shiver, very wet.
—- Undresses yourself so that I have the heat your body.
—- I will die, come very near, to heat me, not with the hands, not, with all the body.
Julian lye down all body with his body. Then, the eyes of leper had become brilliants; the body with a perfect smell, and the hair became blond and shine. Julian felt the plenitude and happiness and climb to heaven in the arms of Our Sir Jesus Christi.
That’s more or less the history that can be found at stained glass windows in the church in my land.
By Luana Schreiner
