Etienne Dele Biography

For beginning, see the Rabelah allotted to him far after midnight. After we absorbing the hospital, he and Michel returned to the celebration, but, as soon as they allowed decency, Rabelais left the monastery. It can be seen that his fate is to run from the monasteries.

Removing a dry rustling mantle, Rabelais remained only in a spacious cassock. He covered the curtains tightly, lit a candle. Church candles burn well, the light froze motionlessly at the end of the wick, illuminating the decoration of the room: a bed with a mountain of down pillows, heavy curtains, a carved chest of drawers with a silver washbasin, a round Mayolic plate on the wall.

Rabelae came closer, looked at the image. On a plate, powerfully Susanna, with an angry cry, lay the plug -in elders. Rabelae smiled. Still, the laughter is spilled everywhere, only you need to extract it, clean it of grief, poverty and pain, which are also spilled everywhere. In this sense, the writer's work is similar to the efforts of the alchemist, or rather, with the work of the lungs, filtering and cleansing the air.

People equally suffocate, left without air and without laughter. A small key of Rabelais squeezed the casket, on the lid of which was depicted an elegant, merrily glowing Phoenix. The casket was given to Rabelais by his first publisher and friend Etienne, immediately after the publication of the story of Gargantua, where on the very first page he described Larchik-Silen.

Since then, Rabelais with Sillen did not part, he carried him with him everywhere. Slowly, like a stone in a philosophical egg, the manuscript of the third book grew there. Rabelae worked slowly, often returned to the beginning, made extensive inserts, sometimes ran ahead, wrote scenes and dialogs, seemingly nothing to do with violent matrimonial aspirations of Pan Ra GA.

Rabelae did not know when he could publish a third book and would be able to at all. Every year in France it became more uncomfortable to live and it is more difficult to write. Rather, everything is more dangerous and to live and write. It seems that the war has ended, two great sovereigns have reconciled, but there is no joy. After the meeting of Francis with Karl in France, a fanatical Castilian spirit appeared.

The Sorbonne, which seemed to be a decrepit shavka, again gained strength and became dangerous. Well, let the theologians incite bonfires, they can’t stop the revival, but living people will burn at these fires. And for some reason, he really does not want to see himself among them-Francois Rabelais. And some do not understand this. Etienne Fake behaves as if in his belt bag lies the royal privilege on the publication of blasphemous books.

Rabelais wrote to his friend, trying to warn him, but he stubbornly did not see the danger. Who needs such a world, which turned out to be the beating of all the best! But he came, this thin world, and therefore the third book of Pantagruel in the form of a pile of leaflets, unfinished, lies in tightly locked strength, because Alcofribas is named after his favorite Panurg is ready to defend beautiful ideals up to the fire, but, of course, excluding it.

Nevertheless, at night, a fireless Phoenix released the manuscript, and Rabelais, hoping for the best times, prepared a cheerful cure for melancholy suffering. From the disease itself, you have to extract a panacea. If it hurts to see the approaching death of the share, then even unbearable to observe the rushing Michel Villenev. Perhaps because you yourself also cannot find peace, every minute in the soul is crazy, destructive courage is replaced by shameful prudence.

This is a strange person Villenev. And as he boldly speaks of God, he is clearly not the one for whom he gives himself out. But in this case, Michelle is right: when you hide from the pursuers, it is dangerous to see dreams. It’s more useful to forget them for a while. And you, if you are a writer, should find a funny trickle among these sad things to entertain an unfamiliar patient.

After all, Telse, who did not like the harsh Villanovanus, Rabelah invented when he was locked in the monastery prison. Over the Bishop Palace, over the city, over France, the night hung over Europe. Sleeled well -fed and hungry, healthy and sick. Everyone slept. The time has come for dreams. It’s still far from dawn. None of the listed foreshadowed their cruel end. God forbid that this Michelle Villenev’s cup for a bowl.

It is bitter, but the sweetest liquors insist on the most bitter herbs. So you have to laugh. Hippocrates says that nonsense, which is accompanied by laughter, is less dangerous than serious. Speak to everything - we will laugh! So, what was the amiable archiflain on us today? The oath of Girolamo Thracan, a doctor and poet, sat at a huge table in one of the rooms of the Boon-Consillo Palace and slowly wrote.

From time to time, he raised his head and cast a displeased look beyond the window at the pink walls of the Church of Santa Maria Majoro, brilliant in the sun's rays. A stranger city, the need to live in a noisy bishop's palace - all this annoyed Thracan. But most of all the old doctor was indignant that he, an honest physician, all his life for a longing policy, was unceremoniously dragged into the very thick of European intrigues.

How glorious it would be not to go anywhere, to stay in his native Verona! But he could not refuse when Dad himself asked him to arrive here.Girolamo Thracan is a cathedral physician, the only official doctor at the Holy Catholic Cathedral, convened in the city of Tridende by the will of Paul Paul, the Third Farneze - a longtime and permanent patron of Thracass.

You can’t say a great honor, daily his name is to dignified prelates: bishops, archbishops, and sometimes to the cardinals. With what pleasure he would refuse this honor! Thracarus chilled chilly, put the feather and began to rub the numb fingers. In the chambers allotted by the Cathedral doctor, it was cold. The devil would have bought this city with its alpine climate!

Rather, the cathedral would move to Bologna! The fact that the move is soon possible, he was secretly informed by Baldwin Burga - the doctor of the papal legate Cardinal Monte. To transfer the cathedral to another city, especially when the emperor does not want to do this, it is not so simple, in such a matter, of course, cannot do without intrigues, so now Dzhirolamo understood the meaning of a strange assignment given to him by a legate.

Yesterday morning, the legate called a fraqualo to him, and when he appeared on the threshold, he rushed to him with haste directly indecent for a high Cardinal dignity. In Tripende, the mor! Dzhirolamo, who knelt down and extended his hand to catch the edge of the purple mantle, froze with his hand, stretched out, as if behind the alms. How could it happen that he, the noblest of the doctors, very successful in the study of pestilers, did not notice that the city begins in the city?

The cardinal, meanwhile, continued: - Entire quarters are already empty, the people scatter, even two bishops died, but the heretic of Madruchci, the bishop of Tridendsky does not want to recognize the mora and, in order to hide the truth, orders to hide the graves of the dead! Indeed, recently, the Truden was buried two bishops who arrived on the cathedral, but one of them died of old age, the other from the usual badly treated syphilis.

So, the whole pestilence is fiction. Fracajah got up and silently waited for the legate to go to the main thing. In the hospital, he was shown the bodies of two boys. Thrack carefully examined them. Ordinary measles! He went around the chambers. A few more cases of measles. Yes, three patients with a pogarus, from which the skin is covered with small lentils. This can hardly be considered an epidemic.

But by that time, Thrack already knew why the legate needed sinister rumors. And in the morning, Thracan began to compose his note. He, slowly, drew the letters, drawing his tails and curls to them, and scolded himself for weakness. Before the formation of pustules reveals the presence of the disease, it is not easy to recognize these fees. Thanks to pustules, the disease is allowed - the easiest way in children, with great difficulty in adults.

These are contagious, since the contaggia is evaporated by decay and are transmitted to healthy people of course, with a typhoid jokes are bad, and measles, if she sticks to the old man, is also very dangerous, but in which of the cities of the Holy Empire there are not a dozen such patients? This does not look at all about the real mor, when the corpses are uncleaned on the streets and no one, neither for gold, nor for fear, does not agree to go for the sick.

Although, of course, epidemics are also different. In the year, the world was overwhelmed by a strange epidemic of Galian disease. They do not die immediately from her, and that is the worse. Life in cities almost does not change, although thousands of people rot alive. But now such a mor is impossible - that flash caused the confrontation of cold outer planets: Mars, Saturn and Jupiter - in the constellation of fish.

Cold planets, having received affinity to moisture from the constellation, pulled the harmful evaporation of the earth to themselves, and the sluggish previously contagious beginning was excited from the action of these miasms and began to be transmitted through the air. Now, thanks to the works of Thracan, everyone understands this, and then the majority believed that the disease was brought by the Spaniards from the recently open West Indies.