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The best way to learn history is to read the books written during that period of time Simone was a wonderful read. The premiss of this book seemed temping a teenage girl s life seeking refugee during World War II She imagines herself as being and saving France from the German as Jeanne d Arc did with the English This book is so weak that it took me almost 3 weeks to finish it A rather vague development of characters, weak progress. not the brightest of Feuchrwanger s stories .Free Kindle ⚔ Simone. ☢ SIMONE SIMON A Novel Tyy LION FEUCHTWANGER Translated by G A Hermann New York THE VIKING PRESSContents Part One READINESS i The Refugeesii The Loading Yardin Villa Monreposiv The Books ,v The CommissionPart Two ACTION i The Incident at the Bridgen Monsieur le Marquisin Nutmeg in the Cream Gravyiv The Aviatorv The Action no vi A Night of Expectationvii The First ConsequencesPart Three REALIZATION i Uncle Prospers Facen The Bitter Waitingm The Call of Libertyvi Contents iv The Great Betrayalv The Vile Rewardvi The Trappervii The Recantationviii The Imperishableix The Grey HouseI have come to comfort the poor and humble Qe suis venue four la consolation des petites gens JEANNE DARC PART ONE READINESS I TKe Refugees IMONE had only a few steps then the narrow path would make a sudden turn and reveal the highway With heart beating in her throat, she expectantly took these few steps Yesterday she had first caught sight of the procession of refugees on the arterial highway By today it would perhaps have reached the narrow side road For three weeks there had been talk of the refugees In the be ginning there were only the Dutch and Belgians, but now the people from the north of France also fled southward before the advancing enemy and came, and for the past week the whole of Burgundy had been flooded Yesterday, when Si mone had gone to town to do her daily household shopping, she had hardly been able to pass through the crowds, and today she had even left her bicycle at home When Simone Planchard, with her lively imagination, had first heard about refugees, she pictured them as hurrying and fright ened people, always hurrying and always frightened What she had seen in these, last few days was less complicated but dreadful it held her fast and kept stirring her up there was no sleep for her at night As often as she went to the city she had a fear of this pitiful display, but with every day she longed to see it with a sorrowful and turbulent eagerness Now she reached the bend and could see a stretch of the road It was a narrow, neglected road, almost always white and lonely, leading nowhere, leading only to the mountain village, Noiret, with its six houses But today it was as she had feared there were people The huge stream had spattered drops even to this point Simone stood still and looked round A tall, lanky fifteen year old, she had on her modest light green striped dress which Simone she always wore for her shopping a large, closed wicker basket was pressed against her body her slender arms and naked legs protruded from the dress Her bony, tanned face framed with dark blond hair was tense her dark, deep set eyes under a low but broad and well shaped forehead eagerly absorbed all that moved before her in the dust It was the familiar sight people and vehicles dragging along hopelessly, carriages foolishly piled high with household goods, mattresses on top of automobiles to protect against machine gunning from low flying enemy planes, exhausted human beings and animals crawling along without a goal There stood Simone Planchard at the bend of the road, her narrow, well formed lips tightly pressed, gazing She could scarcely be called beautiful, but her intelligent, thoughtful, some what stubborn face with its strong chin and its prominent Bur gundian nose was good to look at For a full minute, and for another, she stood in the dust and heat of the early afternoon, peering at the fugitives But then she tore herself away She had much to do Madame had given her many errands To be sure, the Villa Monrepos, the home of the Planchard family, was well stocked, but it seemed certain that in another or two or three days it would be impossible to make further purchases