The Lock and Key Library: The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: French by Julian Hawthorne: This captivating anthology curated by Julian Hawthorne brings together a selection of the most intriguing and enchanting French stories from various periods and authors. From classic tales to lesser-known gems, "The Lock and Key Library" offers readers a glimpse into the rich tapestry of French literature, showcasing the creativity and imagination of French storytellers. Key Aspects of the Book "The Lock and Key Library: the Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: French": A Cross-Section of French Literature: The anthology offers a diverse range of stories that represent different styles, genres, and eras of French literature. French Culture and Imagination: The stories provide insights into French culture, history, and the unique perspectives of French authors. Translator's Skill: Julian Hawthorne's translation skills allow English-speaking readers to savor the essence and beauty of the original French stories. Julian Hawthorne was an American writer and literary critic born in 1846. He was the son of famed author Nathaniel Hawthorne. Julian Hawthorne was known for his work as an editor and compiler of literary anthologies, including "The Lock and Key Library," which aimed to introduce readers to diverse literary traditions from around the world.

At the beginning of the summer of 1850, a Russian nobleman, Count Kostia Petrovitch Leminof, had the misfortune to lose his wife suddenly, and in the flower of her beauty. She was his junior by twelve years. This cruel loss, for which he was totally unprepared, threw him into a state of profound melancholy; and some months later, seeking to mitigate his grief by the distractions of travel, he left his domains near Moscow, never intending to return. Accompanied by his twin children, ten years of age, a priest who had served them as tutor, and a serf named Ivan, he repaired to Odessa, and then took passage on a merchant ship for Martinique. Disembarking at St. Pierre, he took lodgings in a remote part of the suburbs. The profound solitude which reigned there did not at first bring the consolation he had sought. It was not enough that he had left his native country, he would have changed the planet itself; and he complained that nature everywhere was too much alike. No locality seemed to him sufficiently a stranger to his experience, and in the deserted places, where the desperate restlessness of his heart impelled him, he imagined the reappearance of the obtrusive witnesses of his past joys, and of the misfortune by which they were suddenly terminated. He had lived a year in Martinique when the yellow fever carried off one of his children. By a singular reaction in his vigorous temperament, it was about this time that his somber melancholy gave way to a bitter and sarcastic gayety, more in harmony with his nature. From his early youth he had had a taste for jocularity, a mocking turn of spirit, seasoned by that ironical grace of manner peculiar to the great Moscovite nobleman, and resulting from the constant habit of trifling with men and events. His recovery did not, however, restore the agreeable manners which in former times had distinguished him in his intercourse with the world. Suffering had brought him a leaven of misanthropy, which he did not take the trouble of disguising; his voice had lost its caressing notes and had become rude and abrupt; his actions were brusque, and his smile scornful. Sometimes his bearing gave evidence of a haughty will which, tyrannized over by events, sought to avenge itself upon mankind.

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