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Turgenev stood there, anger written on his face declaring the displeasure in his heart.

"Where have all the freedoms and civility flaunted by Paris gone?"

Turgenev was obviously dissatisfied with what had just happened, and said with a grunch, "Forcibly arresting ordinary people on revolutionary charges is the bearing of the French Empire?" ”

"Shh

Baudelaire covered his mouth and made a gesture of silence. He looked around and said cautiously, "If you have seen the brutal methods used by the French Imperial government to renovate Paris, you will know why the Second Empire has had an endless stream of opponents from its establishment to the present day. For example, in order to replan the Paris district, Baron Haussmann ordered the police to forcibly evict the poor people living in shantytowns. The nearby churches were almost filled with homeless people. Even so, what can you do? ”

Turgenev showed even more surprise at Baudelaire's words, and the resentment on his face was replaced by a strange expression.

Turgenev said angrily, "But the forced expulsion of the poor is too much for the Paris government!" ”

Such barbarism in the prosperous and free capital is no different from that of the great nobles and serf owners of St. Petersburg.

Baudelaire said with emotion, "Because this is the paradise of the capitalists and the hell of the workers." ”

"Hmph, these damned bourgeois are more hateful than the Russian slave owners!"

Suddenly remembering the previous leaflet, Turgenev raised the paper in his hand and said with a touched expression, "By the way, my dear friend. Do you know this poem? Who wrote this hymn? ”

"Poetry?"

Baudelaire took the leaflet from Turgenev's hand and glanced at it hurriedly, his face changing slightly. He immediately folded the leaflet in half, then silently tore it to shreds.

Looking at the debris falling like snowflakes, Turgenev asked puzzledly, "Is this ......?"

"It's for your own good, Mr. Turgenev."

Baudelaire's face was pale, and as he walked forward, he explained to his Russian friends, "If the police find you with revolutionary leaflets, they can throw you in prison for a week." ”

"What about poetry?"

"As for the poem you mentioned, it has been circulated in the small circle of Paris, and it has caused repercussions, but because of the policy, no newspaper dares to publish it, and the government has every right to seize you."

"yes, it's a very good poem."

Turgenev said in admiration, and he continued to ask the question, "Then do you know who the author is?" ”

After pondering for a moment, Baudelaire shook his head regretfully and continued, "I don't know, there are people in the literary world who speculated about who wrote it, but the style of this poem is in its own way, and the abbreviated G does not fit any of the famous poets. Recently, there have been two truly excellent poems in the literary scene in Paris, one is the well-known "Afternoon of the Faun", and the other is "Questions and Answers" circulated in the revolutionary party and literary circles. ”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Turgenev's eyes, but then the other party's words cheered him up again.

"I don't know whose work it is, but I can show you where the poem was written."

Baudelaire helped Turgenev pick up his suitcase, stopped a carriage, and set off in the direction of St. Anthony's Street. Along the way, Baudelaire gave him a brief introduction to the current situation in Paris.

"Although the atmosphere of public opinion is much more relaxed than during the First Empire. But Napoleon III was constantly on the lookout for republicans inciting popular riots and workers' strikes. So now we have been cautiously testing the official attitude. ”

He gave Turgenev the first lesson, "You can oppose feudalism and sing the praises of freedom." But the rule of the Bonaparte family could not be opposed. ”

When The Flowers of Evil was published three years ago, it offended the French authorities with its bold and blunt statements, and its grotesque ideas and advanced ideas angered the conservative forces, resulting in a fierce siege. Baudelaire was accused of immorality and blasphemy, and went to court, only to be forced to delete six poems that were considered to be perverse because of the guarantees of the councillors behind the scenes.

Baudelaire became cautious during the ideological dictatorship of Paris, and although he fought on the barricades against the Restoration during the 1848 Parisian workers' uprising, he gradually became cautious as he grew older.

The carriage stopped at the junction, and Turgenev and Baudelaire stepped out of the carriage, and the wall was surrounded by onlookers, pointing and pointing from time to time.

The crowd of onlookers showed a look of anger and did not dare to speak, for the high pressure of public opinion in the Second Empire, the workers and craftsmen at the bottom had long tolerated it!

All they lacked was an outlet for their anger.

Turgenev left Baudelaire, who was carrying the suitcase, and hurried over, only to see several policemen standing in front of the white wall with poems written on it, ready to erase it with paint. The rest of the poem's lines have been whitewashed with white paint, and only the first two lines remain.

Meanness is the pass of the mean.

This sentence seems to be wantonly sarcastic and mocking the person in front of him.

He stopped the others and angrily accused, "What are you guys doing! ”

One of them glanced at him and said impatiently, "The police are on business, and no one else is out of the way." Otherwise, you will be arrested for obstruction of official business! ”

"You dare!"

Turgenev stared at his face and said word by word, "Who gave you the qualification to erase it!" ”

"Who do you think you are? The Russians? ”

After hearing the other party's accent, the policeman also became unkind, he pointed to Turgenev's nose and stared at him fiercely, "If you don't want to go to jail, shut up." Otherwise, I'll arrest you now! On charges of obstructing official business! ”

Turgenev insisted on keeping the poem, and he angrily said, "Who gave you the power!" ”

In the face of successive obstructions, the police have become impatient, and he just wants to reach out to arrest the other party. Another figure stepped forward and stopped in front of the police.

He smiled and said kindly, "Your Excellency the policeman, if you arrest people on the street at will, I'm afraid it won't have a good impact?" ”

"Who are you?"

The policeman looked at him angrily and emphatically said, "If you dare to stop it, I will let you go to jail together." ”

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself."

Baudelaire took off his hat and said with a smile, "You may have heard my name, my name is Baudelaire, and I was also a councillor at the Palais Bourbon. ”

"Bode...... Lyle? The great poet? ”

Hearing Baudelaire's name, the police finally retreated. He was not afraid of being a poet, but Baudelaire had previously been a member of the French Parliament, and those people could not be offended by a policeman.

"Please take care of your friends, and don't get in the way of our work, Lord Baudelaire."

The policeman's tone softened, and he said in a mocking manner, "I won't be so lucky next time!" ”

"Of course."

Baudelaire gave Turgenev a look, hoping that the other party would not speak yet.

"One more thing."

He pointed to the poem on the wall, made up a random excuse, and said, "If I say this poem was written by another friend of mine, are you going to erase it?" ”

The movement in the hands of the policeman suddenly stopped, and the brush froze in midair. He turned his head and looked at the other with a blank look.

Baudelaire added nonchalantly, "I feel compelled to say hello to my friends at the Palais Bourbon." ”