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THE EARTHLY PARADISE

Elbeuf, and a people who crossed the Red Sea in the midst of the waters, saw their food in the desert descend from Heaven, and conversed with God on the fiery summits of mountains. On Christmas night, when I asked my father about my friend's comments, he told me that we were indeed Jews, but that Pastor Roerich's Christianity was a beautiful religion, too, the close relative and daughter of ours. The subject seemed to me to be exhausted and I thought no more about it for a long time.
My mother brought us up entirely herself and at the age of four taught me to read. Member of an Alsatian family like my father, she had gone to school in Paris. Prize books with gilt edges proved that she had been a good scholar. She wrote and spoke a pure classic French. While I was still a child one of my keenest pleasures was to hear Maman read poetry aloud, especially when the poem was sentimental, heroic and sad. I asked again and again for Les Pauvres Gens by Victor Hugo and two poems by Deroulede which must be in Le Chants du Soldat. One was `La Mort du Clairon', in which each couplet terminated after the refrain: `The bugle call still sounds,' by a bugle sounding the charge, each time more breathless and abrupt; of the other I remember only the beginning: `He was a lad, seventeen at most, - With long blond hair and clear blue eyes ...' Perhaps these poems were very bad; I do not want to know and I have never re-read them; they gave me my first literary emotions. I could not hear them without weeping. But these tears bore no resemblance to my tears of rage or fear; they were sweet and comforting and I think they made me better.
One remarkable characteristic of my mother was her exclusive and absorbing affection for her family. Her parents, her four sisters who lived in Paris, her husband, her children sufficed to fill her universe. She was inclined to be unsociable, not through disdain, but through indifference. My father, at the time of his arrival in Elbeuf, had made a great many friends in the industrial world of Normandy through the esteem which his character immediately inspired. In his youth he had been very gay. Because he had a good singing voice he had been received into the small local society of amateurs that staged popular operettas: Les Cloches de Corneville, Les Mousquetaires au Convent, La Fille de Madame Angot. He knew them by heart and I can still see that dear form upright beside the piano whenever I hear, songs from those operettas: `When you conspire ...' or `Three times around the world I've gone ...' After his

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