surat chenta bini napoleon, josephine dilelong ~RM386,000!!

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Surat cinta isteri Napoleon dilelong RM385,991

FONTAINBLEAU, Perancis 28 Mac - Surat-surat daripada isteri pertama Napoleon Bonaparte, Josephine kepada wira negara Perancis itu telah meraih keuntungan, termasuk sekeping suratnya yang mengaut keuntungan hampir 87,000 euro (RM385,991).

"Ini merupakan kejayaan yang sebenar," menurut jurulelong, Jean-Pierre Osenat selepas lelongan kira-kira 50 keping surat yang ditulis oleh Josephine kepada suaminya termasuk 400 dokumen berkaitan Revolusi Perancis pada 1789 dan peraturan Napoleon.

"Ini mengesahkan bahawa semua negara di dunia ini sangat berminat dengan Josephine," katanya selain menambah kata bahawa para pembida merangkumi individu-individu warga Amerika, Britain, Jerman, Rusia dan Switzerland.

Menurutnya, lelongan yang diadakan di Fontainebleau, selatan Paris itu berjaya meraih jumlah yang tinggi melebihi jangkaan iaitu pada 700,000 euro (RM3.1 juta).

Surat Josephine kepada anak lelakinya yang menceritakan mengenai pelepasan jawatan oleh bekas suaminya pada 6 April 1814 selepas digulingkan oleh kerajaan campuran berjaya dijual dengan harga 86,745 euro (RM384,859).

Harga itu melangkaui bidaan untuk sekeping surat cinta yang ditulisnya pada 1796 yang menyebut: "Suami saya tidak mencintai, tetapi dia memuja saya, saya percaya dia boleh jadi gila,"

Menurut Osenat, surat yang paling magis dan menarik itu telah dibeli pada harga yang sangat tinggi.

"Kenapa? Kerana ia adalah sejarah. Sebuah epik yang menggegarkan seluruh dunia selama 15 tahun," katanya.

Dilahirkan di Martinique pada 1763, Marie-Josephe-Rose de Tascher de la Pagerie atau Josephine, berkahwin dengan Alexandre de Beauharnais dan mempunyai dua anak hasil perkahwinannya itu sebelum bercerai pada 1785.

Dia kemudiannya bertemu dengan Napoleon semasa bertugas sebagai pegawai muda dan berjaya menambat hatinya.

Napoleon kemudiannya menukarkan nama wanita tersebut kepada Josephine dan berkahwin dengannya pada 1796. - AFP






kalu depa nak bagi aku lelong surat chenta edora kat aku... bley kayoooooo pokcik!!!  

mbhcsf

oh well Josephine...

mbhcsf

Empress Josephine was known to love diamonds....

joyahglam

tepek la pix

th3najman

ade ke yg nak bli..giler betol diorang ni

dzaraa

pic byk..tak tau..mana satu..google jerk...

dzaraa

The story of Napoleon Bonaparte and Josephine de Beauharnais has got to be one of the most passionate and stormy love affairs in history.

Josephine's husband had been executed at the guillotine during the Terror in Paris in 1794. As a widow however, she did not remain idle for long and became mistress to several prominent politicians of the time. In 1795 she started a relationship with Napoleon, who was 6 years younger than her and married him in March of the following year after an intense an all-consuming love affair. In 1810, after years of failing ot produce an heir for him they both agreed to divorce.

The intensity of their relationship comes across very strongly in Napoleon's letters to her, an example of which is the below:


"Dec. 29, 1795

I awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures of last night, allow my senses no rest.
Sweet and matchless Josephine, how strangely you work upon my heart.
Are you angry with me? Are you unhappy? Are you upset?
My soul is broken with grief and my love for you forbids repose. But how can I rest any more, when I yield to the feeling that masters my inmost self, when I quaff from your lips and from your heart a scorching flame?
Yes! One night has taught me how far your portrait falls short of yourself!
You start at midday: in three hours I shall see you again.
Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire. "

dzaraa

lagi surat chenta diorang nih..

April 3, 1796

I have received all your letters, but none has made me such an impression as the last. How, my beloved, can you write to me like that?

Don’t you think my position is cruel enough, without adding my sorrows and crushing my spirit?

What a style! What feelings you show! They are fire, and they burn my poor heart.

My one and only Josephine, apart from you there is no joy; away from you, the world is a desert where I am alone and cannot open my heart.

You have taken more than my soul; you are the one thought of my life.

When I am tired of the worry of work, when I feel the outcome, when men annoy me, when I am ready to curse being alive, I put my hand on my heart; your portrait hangs there, I look at it, and love brings me perfect happiness, and all is miling except the time I must spend away from my mistress.

By what art have you captivated all my facilities and concentrated my whole being in you? It is a sweet friend, that will die only when I do.

To live for Josephine, that is the history of my life I long.

I try to come near you. Fool! I don’t notice that I am going further away. How many countries separate us!

How long before you will read these words, this feeble expression of a captive soul where you are queen?

Oh, my adorable wife! I don’t know what fate has in store for me, but if it keeps me apart from you any longer, it will be unbearable! My courage is not enough for that.

Once upon a time I was proud of my courage, and sometimes I would think of the ills destiny might bring me and consider the most terrible horrors without blinking or feeling shaken.

But, today the thought that my Josephine might be in trouble, that she may be ill, above the cruel, the awful thought that she may love me less blights my soul, stills my blood and makes me sad and depressed, without even the courage of rage and despair.

I used often to say men cannot harm one who dies without regret; but, now, to die not loved by you, to die without knowing, would be the torment of Hell, the living image of utter desolation. I feel I am suffocating.

My one companion, you whom fate has destined to travel the sorry road of life beside me, the day I lose your heart will be the day Nature loses warmth and life for me.

I stop, sweet friend; my soul is sad, my body tired, my spirit oppressed. Men bore me. I ought to hate them: they take me away from my heart.

I am at Port Maurice, near Ognelia; tomorrow I reach Albenga. The two armies are moving, trying to outwit each other. Victory to the cleverer.

I am pleased with Beaulieu; he maneuvres well and is stronger than his predecessor. I will beat him soundly, I hope.

Don’t be frightened. Love me like your eyes; but that is not enough: like yourself, more than yourself, than your thoughts, your life, all of you.

Forgive me, dear love, I am raving;  Nature is frail when one feels deeply, when one is loved by you.

Bonaparte

JodoKast

napoleon was a muslim kan? sebab tu dia ada more than 1 wife...

lieliey

agak2 kalau iolsss punye surat cinta laku x 200 tahun akan datang???