Social Life in the Insect World

Social Life in the Insect World

Jean-Henri Fabre

5.0
Comment(s)
5
View
7
Chapters

Fabre had many scholarly achievements. He was a popular teacher, physicist, chemist, and botanist. However, he is probably best known for his findings in the field of entomology, the study of insects, and is considered by many to be the father of modern entomology. Much of his enduring popularity is due to his marvelous teaching ability and his manner of writing about the lives of insects in biographical form.

Chapter 1 No.1

Jour de Dièu, queto caud! Bèu tèms pèr la Cigalo,

Que, trefoulido, se regalo

D'uno raisso de fio; bèu tèms per la meissoun.

Dins lis erso d'or, lou segaire,

Ren plega, pitre au vent, rustico e canto gaire;

Dins soun gousiè, la set estranglo la cansoun.

Tèms benesi pèr tu. Dounc, ardit! cigaleto,

Fai-lei brusi, ti chimbaleto,

E brandusso lou ventre à creba ti mirau.

L'Ome enterin mando le daio,

Que vai balin-balan de longo e que dardaio

L'ulau de soun acié sus li rous espigau.

Plèn d'aigo pèr la péiro e tampouna d'erbiho

Lou coufié sus l'anco pendiho.

Si la péiro es au frès dins soun estui de bos,

E se de longo es abèurado,

L'Ome barbelo au fio d'aqueli souleiado

Que fan bouli de fes la mesoulo dis os.

Tu, Cigalo, as un biais pèr la set: dins la rusco

Tendro e jutouso d'uno busco,

L'aguio de toun bè cabusso e cavo un pous.

Lou siro monto pèr la draio.

T'amourres à la fon melicouso que raio,

E dou sourgènt sucra bèves lou teta-dous.

Mai pas toujour en pas. Oh! que nàni; de laire,

Vesin, vesino o barrulaire,

T'an vist cava lou pous. An set; vènon, doulènt,

Te prène un degout pèr si tasso.

Mesfiso-te, ma bello: aqueli curo-biasso,

Umble d'abord, soun lèu de gusas insoulènt.

Quiston un chicouloun di rèn, pièi de ti resto

Soun plus countènt, ausson la testo

E volon tout: L'auran. Sis arpioun en rastèu

Te gatihoun lou bout de l'alo.

Sus tu larjo esquinasso es un mounto-davalo;

T'aganton pèr lou bè, li bano, lis artèu;

Tiron d'eici, d'eilà. L'impaciènci te gagno.

Pst! pst! d'un giscle de pissagno

Aspèrges l'assemblado e quites lou ramèu.

T'en vas bèn liuen de la racaio,

Que t'a rauba lou pous, e ris, e se gougaio,

E se lipo li brego enviscado de mèu.

Or d'aqueli boumian abèura sens fatigo,

Lou mai tihous es la fournigo.

Mousco, cabrian, guespo e tavan embana,

Espeloufi de touto meno,

Costo-en-long qu'à toun pous lou soulcias ameno,

N'an pas soun testardige à te faire enana.

Pèr l'esquicha l'artèu, te coutiga lou mourre,

Te pessuga lou nas, pèr courre

A l'oumbro du toun ventre, osco! degun la vau.

Lou marrit-pèu prend pèr escalo

Uno patto e te monto, ardido, sus lis alo,

E s'espasso, insoulènto, e vai d'amont, d'avau.

Continue Reading

Other books by Jean-Henri Fabre

More

You'll also like

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Nathaniel Stone
5.0

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

Nap Regazzini
4.6

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it—she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother’s trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent—or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father’s entire empire.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book