Story World: The Mad Woman

- The splendor of the story of the world's best creators ...

- Original Creator - The. Mopasa Introduction-Paresh Vyas

'Varta' was created for the first time in Gujarati language. It was 100 years old last year. On this occasion, a unique celebration was held by publishing classic stories of famous creators of Gujarat in 'Gujarat Samachar'. A treasure trove of Gujarati stories received a warm response from readers. After that, it is now presented to the readers of 'Gujarat Samachar' - the splendor of the works of the world's foremost storytellers ...

(Flowing story: A man gathered in a smoking room at a dinner party tells the gruesome story of the Frank-Prussia (now Germany and other territories) war, which took place in 180 AD. And the Prussian army had invaded France.

There was a mad woman living in the house next to the place where the story was told. When she was twenty-seven years old, her father, her husband, and her child died within a month of her death, and the woman went mad. Just lying in bed. She would shout if anyone tried to wake her up. Then the people let it go. An old servant continued to serve him.

Meanwhile, military orders were issued to house every Prussian soldier who had invaded France. There was a Prussian commandant in the mad woman's house. The mistress of the house stays asleep and does not even welcome the guest - the commandant finds this behavior insulting. He wanted to meet the woman. Now on ..)

(Second half)

The commandant was taken to the room where the mad woman was sleeping. Going there, he said very rudely: 'I must make a definite request to you, madam, that you should get up and come down so that we may all see you.' But he did not answer, but only looked at her with his suspicious eyes, and then the commandant said: 'I do not want any arrogance or arrogance, and if you do not stand up and come down in your way, we will come a long way. You have to get up in bed and walk without any help. '

But the mad woman did not give any indication that she had even listened to the commandant. The bus fell there without moving at all. The commandant blushed in anger. The mad woman's quiet silence was the highest insult to her mind, and so she added: 'If you don't come down by tomorrow ..' And then he left the room and left.

The next day, the frightened old servant tried to change the clothes of the mad woman, to get her ready, but the mad woman started shouting very loudly and he gathered all his strength to oppose all the proposals. The commandant hurried upstairs, and then the servant fell at his feet and shouted: 'It won't come down, Monsieur, it won't come down. Forgive him, sir, because he is very sad. '

'Commandant confused. Although he was very angry, he did not order his soldiers to push the woman down. But then all of a sudden he started laughing and gave orders to his soldiers in German, and soon he saw the mad woman carrying a wounded woman on a mattress and taking him out. The mad woman lying on the bed which was still chaotic fell silently without saying anything because she seemed to have nothing to do with whatever was happening. She did not want to react until the soldiers let her stay in bed. Behind him, a soldier was carrying a parcel of women's clothing. The commandant rubbed his hands and said: "We'll just see if you get dressed and go for a walk after that."

And then the whole procession was seen heading towards the forest of Emauville. Within two hours all the soldiers came back but they were not accompanied by the mad woman. What did they do to the woman? Where did you take it? No one knew.

'Then there was a continuous snowfall day and night, the plains and the forest were covered with a blanket of snow, and the wolves came into the population and their loud cries could be heard outside our gates.

'The thought of a missing mad woman kept haunting me, and I made several requests to the Prussian authorities to find out, and the soldiers, frustrated by such efforts, even tried to shoot me. But I survived. Then came spring. The army was gone, but my neighbor's house was closed and tall grass was now growing on his garden path. The old servant died during the winter. Whatever happened, the whole incident was now forgotten by the people, no one was hurt, but only those thoughts kept coming to me. What would they have done with the mad woman? Did anyone find it then? Did anyone take her to the hospital? Who is that And where does he live? - No such information was received from him because he was insane and so now he will be in some unknown place? However, nothing happened that resolved my doubts. As time went on, I was gradually relieved of my fears.

'Well, then came the autumn and there were a lot of birds in the forest to hunt. At that time I also had temporary relief from my leg pain. And then one day I went to the forest, and I also hunted four or five long-billed birds. As I was returning, I stumbled upon a bird and fell into a ditch. The pit was covered with dried twigs and leaves lying on the ground. I bent down to pick up the fallen bird and saw an unidentified body of a man in the pit next to which my bird had fallen. I was horrified and immediately the thought of that mad woman surrounded me. Last year was a difficult one. A lot of people must have died in the jungle and yet who knows why, I can tell you for sure, sure, yes sure that is what I saw, yes, maybe that was the head of that poor miserable poor mad woman.

'And all of a sudden I understood everything, I guessed what must have happened. The soldiers must have left the mad woman in the bitter cold, in the middle of Khalikham forest. The ghost of not leaving the bed was riding on that woman. The same thought haunted her for the rest of her life and so she fell under a thick blanket of ice, without moving her arms or legs and she let herself die.

'Then the wolves came and devoured it, and the wool came out of its plucked rugs, and the birds built their nests, and I took care of the surviving bones and performed the final rites. Now my only prayer is that our children will never have to experience war again. '

(Finished)

Introduction to the Creator

The. Mopasa

Born: 2 August 190

Died: July 7, 19

One of the most popular writers and one of the world's greatest short story writers. Mopasa's full name was Henry-Renee-Albert-Guy-de-Mopasa. Original French pronunciation 'gi de moppaso'. The. Mopasa's stories are known for their word limits, competent narratives and instinctive conclusions. He authored three hundred short stories, six novels, three travelogues and a collection of poetry.

The famous author Leo Tolstoy 'The Works of the. Mopasa honored Mopasa's literary genius by writing an essay. The German philosopher Nietzsche called him one of the most delicate and inquisitive psychologists of this century.

Mopasa's personal life was colorful. Due to his sexual relations with many women in his youth, he became a victim of the secret disease syphilis and his creativity was affected by the disease. He died at the age of forty-three. He had already written the text on his grave himself: 'I love everything. I haven't gotten wrong from any of them. '