The Last Lesson
by Alphonse Daudet
I
started
for
school
ve
late
that
morn
and
was
in
great
dr
of
a
scolding,
especially
because
M.
Hamel
had
said
that
he
wou
questi
us
on
participle
and
I
did
not
know
the
first
word
about
them.
For
a
moment
I
thought
of
runni
aw
and
spending
the
day
out
of
doors.
It
was
so
war
so
bright!
The
birds
were
chi
at
the
edge
of
the
woods;
and
in
the
open
field
back
of
the
sawmill
the
Pru
soldiers
were
drilling.
It
was
all
much
more
te
than
the
rule
for
participles,
but
I
had
the
strength
to
resist,
and
hurried
off
to
sc
When
I
pass
the
town
hall
there
was
a
cr
in
fro
of
the
bulletin-
For
the
la
two
years
all
our
bad
news
had
come
fr
there—the
lost
battl
the
draft,
the
orders
of
the
co
officer—and
I
thought
to
mys
without
stopping:
“What
can
be
the
matter
now?”
Then,
as
I
hurr
by
as
fast
as
I
could
go,
the
blacksmith,
Wachter,
who
was
ther
with
his
apprentice,
reading
the
bulletin,
ca
after
me:
“D
go
so
fast,
bub;
you’ll
get
to
yo
school
in
plenty
of
time!”
I
thought
he
was
making
fun
of
me,
and
reached
M.
Ha
little
garden
all
out
of
breath.
Usually,
when
school
be
there
was
a
gre
bustle,
which
cou
be
heard
out
in
the
street,
the
opening
and
closing
of
desks,
lessons
re
in
unison,
very
loud,
with
our
hands
over
our
ears
to
understand
better,
and
the
teacher’s
great
ruler
rapping
on
the
table.
But
now
it
was
all
so
still!
I
had
counted
on
the
commotion
to
get
to
my
desk
without
be
seen;
but,
of
cours
that
day
everything
had
to
be
as
quiet
as
Su
mo
Thro
the
window
I
saw
my
classmates,
already
in
their
places,
and
M.
Ham
walking
up
and
do
with
his
terrible
iron
ruler
und
his
arm.
I
had
to
open
the
do
and
go
in
bef
everybo
You
can
imagine
how
I
blush
and
how
frightened
I
was.
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