Franz smiled for a while, and the count came in. I can listen to you now. He said that the carriage has gone to Popolo Square, and we can take a vacation from another road. If you like, take some cigars to Mr. Morcerf in Gaolu Street.

I quite agree with Albert’s reply that Italian cigars are terrible. I can give you this cigar in return when you come to Paris.
I won’t refuse. I’m going there soon. Since you allow me, I will definitely visit you. Let’s go. We can’t wave any longer. It’s already 12: 30. Let’s send it.
The three men went together, and the coachman had been ordered by his master to drive to Babuno Street, and the three gentlemen went to Espa Square via Frattina Street, so that they could go from Fiano Palace, Luokan Sili Palace, through Franz’s department, and pay attention to the window of Rospo Lisi Palace, because he didn’t forget the man in the cloak, and the Lesphian agreed on the code.
Which windows are you? He asked the count, trying to pretend.
At last, that three earl replied casually, but his attitude was obviously not pretend, because he would never have guessed the meaning of this question. Franz quickly glanced at the three windows. The one next to the window was hung with yellow satin, and the one in the cloak was white satin. The man in the cloak did fulfill his promise to the Lesphian, but now there is no doubt that he is an earl. There are no people in the three windows yet. Chairs are hastily prepared on all sides. The guillotine has been set up. The windows are all hung with flags, bells and silent masks. It is not yet possible to present them.
Count Franz Albert continued to walk along Gaolu Street. As they approached Popolo Square, the crowd became more and more dense. Two things could be seen in the crowd, namely, a square spire, a cross sign at the top of the stone tower. This is the center of the square standing in front of the stone tower, at the intersection of three roads in Babuno Street, Gaosuo Street and Lipped Street. The two vertical columns hung with a shiny machete. They met the count’s housekeeper at the corner and waited for his master there. The count paid a high price. The rented window is on the third floor of the big palace, located in Pinzio Mountain, Babuno Street. As we have already said, this is a small dressing room. You can go in from the dressing room and have a bedroom. You have to open the door outside, and people in the room can be isolated from the outside. The chair has been decorated with elegant clowns and is made of blue and white satin.
Since you let me choose your clothes, the count said to two friends, I took these sets, because this year I wear the most clothes, and it is also the most suitable for people to sprinkle paper flowers on you, so I won’t get stuck.
Franz didn’t listen to the count’s words. He probably didn’t fully understand the count’s kindness. His attention was attracted by the scene of Popolo Square. At present, the main ornament of the square is the terrible killing tool. Franz saw a guillotine for the first time in his life. We say that the guillotine is almost the same as that of Rome. The knife has a crescent-shaped blade and the weight of the knife is lighter. The difference is that the two men are sitting on the wooden board where the prisoners are resting while waiting for the prisoners to have breakfast. One of them lifted the wooden board, took a bottle of wine from the wooden board and handed it to him.
These two men are the executioner’s assistants. At the sight of this, Franz felt a cold sweat on his forehead.
The prisoner had been transferred from Novo Prison to Santa Maria Chapel at the entrance of Popolo Square the night before, and each prisoner was accompanied by two priests in front of an iron gate chapel. At the entrance of the sentinel church, a double-row gendarmes lined up from the door to the guillotine and formed a circle around the guillotine, leaving a passage about ten feet wide, leaving a piece of nearly one hundred feet around the guillotine. Everything else was filled with women and men’s heads. Children who carry their children on their shoulders can see the Pinzio Mountain most clearly. It is like an open-air theater full of spectators. The balconies of two churches at the corner of Babuno Street and Lipped Street are also crowded with steps. It is like a mottled sea pushing hard against the porch. Every year, a living statue is arched in the concave place. The Earl is right. The most touching spectacle in life is death.
However, although this solemn scene seems to be silent, there is a great uproar in the crowd, which is composed of laughter. Obviously, in people’s eyes, this murder is crazy. The curtain ceremony suddenly seems to be possessed, and the church door has stopped. First, it is a small group of bitter monks, one of whom is leading the way. They are all wrapped in a gray coarse robe from head to toe, and there are two holes in their eyes. They are all holding small candles in their hands. There is a tall man walking behind the bitter monk. Naked, wearing a pair of cloth shorts, wearing a sharp knife with a bull’s ear in a sheath on his left waist and carrying a heavy long hammer on his right shoulder, this man is the executioner’s hand, and his feet are tied with a pair of straw sandals. According to the order of execution, Pi Nuo came first, then Andre, each of whom was accompanied by two priests. Both of them were blindfolded. Pi Nuo walked firmly and doubted what would happen to him, while Ender was supported by two priests. They all kissed a cross slip sent by a confessor from time to time. Franz felt that his legs were shaking at the sight. He looked at Al Behar Bay, who was as white as his shirt. He mechanically threw away his cigar, although it was not half smoked. The count seemed indifferent. No, he was so excited that a pale red seemed to be desperately coming through his pale cheek.
His nostrils were wide open as if a wild animal had smelled its sacrifice.
His mouth was half-open, revealing his white, thin, pointed teeth like wolves, but his face showed a gentle smile, which Franz had never seen in his face before. His black eyes were full of compassion, and the two prisoners walked on. When they approached, they could see their faces clearly. Pi Nuo was a handsome young man, about twenty-four or five years old, and his skin was tanned by the sun. He held his head high and seemed to sniff to determine from which side he would be rescued. Andre was a short and fat man. Full of cruel and vicious wrinkles, but those wrinkles are young and he is about thirty years old. He grows long in prison, his head hangs over his shoulders and his legs are weak. He seems to be doing an unconscious mechanical movement.
I remember Franz saying to the count, Tell me about killing a man.
I am telling you the truth, replied the count coldly
But there are two prisoners here, yes, but one of them will die, and the other one will live for many years.
It can’t be too late for the fake pardon to come. Look, it’s not coming, said the count
When Pi Pi Nuo arrived at the foot of the guillotine, a bitter monk, like a soldier who was late in the team of bitter monks, went to the leader and gave him a folded paper. Pi Pi Nuo’s sharp eyes saw all this. The leader and the bitter monk took the paper and called, so he raised his hand and praised the emperor. He shouted that he would forgive a prisoner.
The pardon made people shout the pardon order together.
Hearing this cry, Andre lifted his head and forgave anyone. He shouted that Pi Nuo was still waiting with bated breath.
Pardon Pi Nuo, that is, Roca Pioli, said the leading monk, so he gave the paper to the gendarmerie officer, who read it and returned it to him.
Pardon Pi Nuo Andre shouted that he seems to have woken up from his previous paralysis. What pardon him? Don’t forgive me. We should die together. You agreed that he and I would die together. It’s no good for you to want me to die alone. I don’t want to die alone. So he broke free from the two priests, who struggled and roared like wild animals and tried desperately to break the rope that bound his hands. The executioner made a gesture, so his assistant jumped from the guillotine and caught him.
What happened to him? Franz asked the count, because those words were in Roman and he said he didn’t understand them very well.
Don’t you see? The count replied that this man is dying. He is mad because his friend is not with him. If possible, he will tear him to pieces with his teeth and nails, and he will never let him enjoy the life he is about to be deprived of. Oh, man, crocodile grandson, the count clenched him into a fist and stretched out his hands to the crowd and said, I have known you for a long time. You are all suffering at the time.
During this speech, Andre has been rolling around with the hands of the two executioners, and he is still shouting that he should die. I want him to die. I don’t want to die alone.
Look where the count grabbed the two young men and said, Look, my conscience is really strange. This man has bowed to his fate. He will be guillotined like an ugly man. This is true. He is going to die in a post. Do you know what he will do? What comforted him? That’s because another man asked him to be executed together, share his pain, and lead two cows to the butcher two miles before him. Knowing that his companions can’t die, the cows will bark happily, but the emperor will roar with joy. Create a man in his own image, and the emperor gave him every important commandment, that is, tell him to love his neighbor, and the emperor gave him a voice to express his thoughts. When he heard that others of his kind were saved, what was his first cry? What was a curse? It was glorious enough, man, you are a hero, you are an all-thing, so the count burst out laughing, but that kind of laughter was terrible, which showed that his heart must have suffered a lot.
At this moment, the struggle is still going on. It’s terrible to watch. People are all against Andre. Twenty thousand voices are calling for killing him. Franz jumps back in fear, but the count grabs his arm and pulls him to the window. What’s the matter with you? He says, Do you pity him? If you hear someone shouting mad dog, you will grab a gun and kill the poor beast without hesitation, but his sin is to bite another dog. Instead of biting him, this man murdered his benefactor. Now his hands are tied and he can’t kill anyone, but he still wants to be with him. You still have pity for such a man
This kind of introduction is really unnecessary. Franz had been engrossed in this terrible scene for a long time. The two assistants had dragged Andre to the guillotine. No matter how hard they struggled, how they bit and shouted, they knelt down according to him. At this time, the executioner’s hand had steadily raised the long hammer beside him to tell the two assistants to go. The prisoner wanted to struggle, but before he got up, the hammer had hit his left temple. With a heavy voice, the man fell down like a cow, and then he turned over and lay on his back. The executioner threw a hammer and drew a knife.
Franz couldn’t take it anymore. He fell groggy in a chair, and Rihal Bay closed his eyes and clutched the curtain tightly. The count looked straight and triumphant, like revenge.
Chapter 36 Crazy Festival in Rome
When Franz came to his senses, he saw Albert drinking a glass of water. From Albert’s pale face, this glass of water was really needed by him. At the same time, he saw the count changing his clown costume. He mechanically looked into the square. Everything was gone. The guillotine executioner’s hand and body were gone. There were crowds everywhere, noisy and excited people. The mouth of Dorio Mountain rang the bell on the occasion of the Pope’s death. It was buzzing and inspiring. Hey, he asked the count what had just happened.
No, the count replied that it was time for you to see Crazy Festival. Please change your clothes quickly.
Indeed, Franz said that this terrible scene had passed like a dream.
Yes, I am, but what about the prisoner
It was also a dream. He was still asleep, but you woke up. Who knows which of you is happier?
Pi Pi Nuo is a very clever young man. Unlike ordinary people, who will lose their temper if they don’t get noticed by others, he is glad to see that the public’s attention is focused on his companion. He slipped into the crowd when they didn’t notice him. He didn’t even thank the two respectable priests who accompanied him. Alas, he is really an ungrateful and selfish animal. Please change your clothes quickly. Look, Mr. Morcerf has set an example for you.
Albert really put the silk trousers on his black trousers and polished boots. Hey, Albert Franz said, do you really want to go to the carnival? Come on, tell me frankly.
Honestly, no, Albert replied, but I’m really glad to see what happened here just now. Now I understand what the Earl’s Court said. Once you get used to this scene, you won’t be emotional about everything else.
Besides, this is the only time for you to study your personality. The count said that the death on the steps of the guillotine tore off a person’s life wearing a mask and revealed his true colors. Frankly speaking, Andre is really ugly. Come and get dressed, you two.
Franz thought it would be absurd if his two companions were not like him.
So he put on his clothes and tied a mask, which was of course not paler than his own face. After they finished dressing up, they went upstairs and the carriage was waiting for them at the door. The carriage was full of colorful shredded paper balls. They mixed into the carriage. This mutation is hard to imagine. In Popolo Square, instead of death, gloomy silence is a scene of excitement, noise and madness. Groups of people wearing masks rushed in from the door and ran away from the window. The carriage came from every street and every corner. The carriage was full of white clothes. Clowns in white trousers and masks, clowns in flowery clothes and wooden knives, funny characters wearing half masks, men and women, Marquise Lesphie, knights, peasants, all screaming and fighting, pretending to be full of colorful paper balls filled with flour eggshells, they are cruel and hurtful, attacking people everywhere, regardless of whether they are enemies, friends, companions or strangers. Everyone laughs.
Franz Albert, like a drunkard, felt that a thick veil had passed by after he was drunk, but now they always saw or said it more accurately. They were still thinking about what they had witnessed just now, but gradually the excitement was everywhere, and they felt that they had to join in the noise and chaos. A colored paper was thrown into a nearby carriage, and the three companions of the car were all covered with Morcerf’s neck mask, which seemed to have affected them. A hundred small needles tickled him strangely, so he was involved in the surrounding area. In a scuffle, he got up and grabbed some colored papers packed in a carriage and threw them at the people near his left, which showed that he was also good at this old hand. He successfully exhibited the battle half an hour ago, and the scene gradually disappeared from the minds of two young people. Now they are absorbed in this cheerful and colorful parade, but the Count of Monte Cristo is finally indifferent.
Imagine that wide and gorgeous Gaolu Street stands from beginning to end from the balcony of the towering building, with carpet windows and flags flying. In these balcony windows, 300,000 spectators, Romans and Italians also come from all over the world. Foreigners are noble, rich and intelligent. The lovely women are also moved by this scene and forget about it, or lean against the balcony or lean against the window to throw colored paper at the carriage. People in the carriage return with flowers. The street seems to be covered with falling colored paper. The crowd was full of people, all dressed in grotesque costumes, bigger than a big head, swaggering along with a bull’s head sticking out from behind people’s shoulders and growling that the dog was squeezed to stand upright and crossed the road with two hind legs.