My name is Claudine,
I live in Montigny,
I was born there in 1873.
I shall probably not die there.
Maybe many years later, I will still remember: Saint-Sauveur in 1892, that ordinary morning, my cat was pulling its hair at the end of the bed.
Willy is coming, and my heart is overflowing with joy.
The parents were very satisfied with this humorous young man from Paris.
At that time, the sky in Saint-Sauveur was still so clear, the bushes in the garden were still alive, and the mother took good care of the father who did not move.
Paris, this metropolis is full of so many possibilities.
Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't chosen to marry Willy and leave my hometown, would I have lived happily ever after in this small place far away from the hustle and bustle of the city like my parents did.
Willy says he loves me, but I don't know if it's just a moment of infatuation or a real outpouring of love. But the only thing I can say for sure is that I am completely in love with this man.
... I fantasize about waking up beside you, from now on, I will live up to you and me, a beautiful life is waiting for us to work together, we will be one, happy and happy, my love. "
The next year Willy married me, a country girl with no dowry. We went out in pairs and went to lively salon parties together. People were saying, "Willy is married, and the days are over."
But I don't think so, and I hope Willy is as good as ever. I am eager to give my husband the greatest possible opportunity through my efforts.
The first quarrel between us because he lied to me. He said he threw away his inheritance and exiled his freedom for me.
I asked my mother, is this the way the world is originally, people are like puppets, dancing to the rhythm of music in their own plays?
That's what marriage is all about, and I just haven't gotten used to it yet.
In the days that followed, I started work on my first book, writing for Willy. Recording the bits and pieces of what we have experienced together makes me feel happy; Willy is also very kind to me, but I don't quite understand whether he did it because of her husband's success or the shrewdness of a businessman.
Soon, Willy became famous, making a splash in the publishing world and in the theater. Those superficial and pretentious officials and wives have brought our story to the sky.
But the good times didn't last long, and soon he lost himself in this sudden fame and wealth. The talent of the past was gone, he couldn't live without me, and I made him. There are rumors that our husband and wife are in love and go hand in hand, but somehow, it is very harsh.
Willy sold the rights to the book and I didn't really hear the heartbreak until that moment. A man is a creature who pursues fame and fortune, and I have devoted my whole life to helping him realize this dream.
I succeeded and failed.
Two years later, after a tour of concert halls and theaters,
I walked out of the fog in my life and met my truest self.
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