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COSETTE- becomes a beautiful young woman and she meets Marius they fall in love , however, Eponine, who is one of the daughters of the Thernardiers , also loves Marius, in the end Marius stay with Cosette.

[Cosette thinks]

How strange

This feeling that my life's begun at last.-This change,-Can people really fall in love so fast?-What's the matter with you, Cosette?-Have you been too much on your own?-So many things unclear,-So many things unknown.-in my life-There are so many questions and answers-That somehow seem wrong-In my life-There are times when I catch in the silence-The sigh of a faraway song-And it sings-Of a world that I long to see-Out of reach,-Just a whisper away-Waiting for me

Does he know I'm alive?

Do I know if he's real?

Did he see what I saw

Does he feel what I feel?

In my life I'm no longer alone

Now that love in my life is so near

Find me now, find me here.

[Marius:]
In my life she has burst like the music of angels-he light of the sun-And my life seems to stop-As if something is over-And something has scarcely begun-Eponine, you're the friend who has brought me here-Thanks to you I am one with the gods-And Heaven is near-And I soar through world that is new that is free!

[Eponine:]
Every word that he says is a dagger in me!-In my life-There's been no one like him anywhere-Anywhere, where he is...-If he asked... I'd be his

[Marius & Eponine:]
In my life-There is someone who touches my life

[Marius:]
Waiting near - [Eponine:] -Waiting here

Marius:] A heart full of love-A heart full of song-I'm doing everything all wrong-Oh god, for shame-I do not even know your name-Dear Mad'moiselle-Won't you say?-Will you tell?

[Cosette:] -A heart full of love-No fear, no regret -[Marius:] My name is Marius Pontmercy [Cosette:] And mine's Cosette [Marius:] Cosette, I don't know what to say!

[Cosette:] Then make no sound! [Marius:] I am lost [Cosette:] I am found [Marius:] A heart full of light [Cosette:] A night bright as day [Marius:] And you must never go away -Cosette, Cosette! [Cosette:] This is a chain we'll never break [Marius:] Do I dream? [Cosette:] I'm awake [Marius:] A heart full of love

[Eponine:] He was never mine to lose [Marius and Cosette:] A heart full of you

[Eponine:] Why regret what could not be? [Marius:] A single look and then I knew [Eponine:] These are words he'll never say-Not to me-Not to me-Not for me [Cosette:] I knew it too [Marius:] From today [Cosette:] Every day

[Cosette & Marius (Eponine):]

And it isn't a dream (his heart full of love)- Not a dream (he will never) -After all! (feel this way)

Lea Salonga, Judy Kuhn, and Michael Ball sing In My Life/A Heart Full of Love at the 10th anniversary concert of Les Miz at the Royal Albert Hall in London.

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THE THÉNARDIERS

THE THÉNARDIERS- represent the lawless subculture of society. they own an Inn and cheat their customers. The novel portrays them as brutal and abusive figures; some adaptation transform them into buffoonish characters, to provide comic relief from the generally more serious tone of the story.

Master of the house- at the Montfermeil inn

[Mr.Thenardier:]

Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down And meet the best innkeeper in town-As for the rest, all of them crooks: Rooking their guests and cooking the books-Seldom do you see Honest men like me- A gent of good intent -Who's content to be-Master of the house,doling out the charm -Ready with a handshake and an open palm-Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir - Customers appreciate a bon-viveur-Glad to do me friends a favor Doesn't cost me to be nice-But nothing gets you nothing -Everything has got a little price!-Master of the house,- keeper of the zoo -Ready to relieve them of a sou or two-Watering the wine,- making up the weight -Picking up their knick-knacks when they can't -see straight -Everybody loves a landlord -Everybody's bosom friend -I do whatever pleases- Jesus! don't I bleed 'em in the end!

[Mr. Thenardier & the Drinkers:]

Master of the house, quick to catch your eye-Never wants a passerby to pass him by-Servant to the poor, butler to the great-Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!-Everybody's boon companion-Everybody's chaperone

[Mr.Thenardier:]

But lock up your valises-Jesus! Won't I skin you to the bone!-Enter Monsieur, lay down your load-Unlace your boots, rest from the road-This weighs a ton, travel's a curse-But here we strive to lighten your purse-Here the goose is cooked-Here the fat is fried-And nothing's overlooked-Till I'm satisfied-Food beyond compare.- Food beyond belief-Mix it in a mincer and pretend it's beef-Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat-Filling up the sausages with this and that-Residents are more than welcome-Bridal suite is occupied-Reasonable charges-Plus some little extra on the side!-Charge 'em for the lice, extra for the mice-Two percent for looking in the mirror twice-Here a little slice, there a little cut-Three percent for sleeping with the window shut-When it comes to fixing prices-There are a lot of tricks he knows-How it all increases, all them bits and pieces Jesus! It'samazing how it grows!

[Mr.Thenardier]:

Master of the house, quick to catch your eye-Never wants a passerby to pass him by-Servant to the poor, butler to the great-Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!-Everybody's boon companion-Gives 'em everything he's got-Dirty bunch of geezers-Jesus! What a sorry little lot!

[Mrs. Thenardier:]

I used to dream that I would meet a prince-But God Almighty, have you seen what's happened since?-Master of the house? Isn't worth me spit!-Comforter, philosopher' and lifelong shit!-Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire-Thinks he's quite a lover but there's not much there-What a cruel trick of nature, landed me with such a louse-God knows ,how I've lasted living with this bastard in the house!

[Mr.Thenardier & the Drinkers:]

Master of the house!- [Mrs. Thenardier:] Master and a half! -[Mr.Thenardier & the Drinkers:]-Comforter, philosopher [Mrs. Thenardier:]- Ah, don't make me laugh!

[]Mr.Thenardier & Drinkers:]

Servant to the poor, butler to the great- [Mrs.. Thenardier:]-Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!- [Mr.Thenardier & Drinkers:] -Everybody bless the landlord!-Everybody bless his spouse! -Everybody raise a glass -[Mrs. Thenardier :] -Raise it up the master's arse -[All]- Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the House!

Master of the house - Alun Armstrong, Jenny Galloway (Les Miserables 10th Anniversary Concert - Royal Albert Hall in London)

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Cosette- The daughter of Fantine. After Fantine dies, from approximately the age of three to the age of eight, Cosette is beaten and forced to work for the Thénardiers. Mrs.Thénardier spoils her own daughters and abuses Cosette. The ex-convict Jean Valjean feels sorry for Cosette and help raise her.

Cosette dreams and thoughts and reality:

There is a castle on a cloud

I like to go there in my sleep

Aren't any floors for me to sweep

Not in my castle on a cloud

There is a room that's full of toys

There are a hundred boys and girls

Nobody shouts or talks too loud

Not in my castle on a cloud

There is a lady all in white

Holds me and sings a lullaby

She's nice to see and she's soft to touch

She says, "Cosette, I love you very much"

I know a place where no one's lost

I know a place where no one cries

Crying at all is not allowed

Not in my castle on a cloud

Oh, help, I think I hear them now

And I’m nowhere near finished sweeping…. scrubbing and polishing the floors.

Oh, it’s her…

It’s madame

[Mrs. Thenardier:]

Now look who’s here!

The little madame herself

Pretending once again she’s been so awfully good

Better not let me catch you slacking.

Better not catch my eye

Ten rotten francs you mother sends me

What’s that’ going to buy?

Now take that pail,

My little mademoiselle

And go draw some water from the well

We should never have taken you in

In the first place

How stupid the things we do

Like mother like daughter, the scum of the street

Still there, Cosette?

Your tears will do you no good

I told you, fetch some water from the well in the wood.

COSETTE says:

Please do not send me out alone

Not in the darkness on my own

[Mrs. Thenardier:]

Enough of that …………………………

and don’t forget to be nice

You heard me ask for something and I never ask twice

Castle on a Cloud - Hannah Chick (Les Miserables 10th Anniversary Concert - Royal Albert Hall in London)

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Les Misérables, is an epic and historical fiction novel by Victor Hugo, published in French in 1862.

Les Misérables is considered one of the greatest novels of the 19th century. In 5 volume Victor Hugo tells a history of broken dreams and unrequited love, passion, sacrifice, and redemption. it takes place in France in 1815, (more than two decades after the start of the French Revolution).

The Miserable Ones, The Poor Ones, The Victims and The Dispossessed, the novel follows the lives and interactions of several characters, particularly the struggles of an ex-convict Jean Valjean.

It has been popularized through numerous adaptations for film, television, and the stage, including musical on Broadway.

The Broadway production of "Les Misérables" ran for 16 years on Broadway in New York city. The show opened on March 12, 1987 at the Broadway Theatre. in October 1990 was transferred to the Imperial Theatre. The musical runs approximately 3 hours.

In this recording I will show some of the main Characters of Les Misérables though the lens of the Musical show, since the book itself is an exceptionally long for this podcast.

Fantine – A beautiful Parisian young working-class Frenchwoman abandoned with a small child by her lover Félix Tholomyès. Fantine leaves her baby daughter Cosette in the care of the Thénardiers, and finds work at Monsieur Madeleine's factory, Fantine was Illiterate, so she has others write letters to the Thénardiers on her behalf.

A female supervisor discovers that she is an unwed mother and dismisses her. To meet the Thénardiers' repeated demands for money, she sells her hair and two front teeth, and turns to prostitution.

Fantine becomes ill, and died living little Cosette with the Thérnardier innkeepers in the village of Montfermeil

Fantine’s lamentations.

There was a time when men were kind.

When their voices were soft.

And their words inviting.

There was a time when love was blind.

And the world was a song.

And the song was exciting.

There was a time...

Then it all went wrong.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,

When hope was high

And life worth living.

I dreamed that love would never die.

I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid,

And dreams were made and used and wasted.

There was no ransom to be paid,

No song unsung, no wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I’m living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream - I dream

Ruthie Henshall - I Dreamed A Dream (Les Miserables 10th Anniversary Concert –

Royal Albert Hall in London)

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Les Misérables, is an epic and historical fiction novel by Victor Hugo, published in French in 1862.

Les Misérables is considered one of the greatest novels of the 19th century. In 5 volume Victor Hugo tells a history of broken dreams and unrequited love, passion, sacrifice, and redemption. it takes place in France in 1815, (more than two decades after the start of the French Revolution).

The Miserable Ones, The Poor Ones, The Victims and The Dispossessed, the novel follows the lives and interactions of several characters, particularly the struggles of an ex-convict Jean Valjean.

It has been popularized through numerous adaptations for film, television, and the stage, including musical on Broadway.

The Broadway production of "Les Misérables" ran for 16 years on Broadway in New York city. The show opened on March 12, 1987 at the Broadway Theatre. in October 1990 was transferred to the Imperial Theatre. The musical runs approximately 3 hours.

In this recording I will show some of the main Characters of Les Misérables though the lens of the Musical show, since the book itself is an exceptionally long for this podcast.

Fantine – A beautiful Parisian young working-class Frenchwoman abandoned with a small child by her lover Félix Tholomyès. Fantine leaves her baby daughter Cosette in the care of the Thénardiers, and finds work at Monsieur Madeleine's factory, Fantine was Illiterate, so she has others write letters to the Thénardiers on her behalf.

A female supervisor discovers that she is an unwed mother and dismisses her. To meet the Thénardiers' repeated demands for money, she sells her hair and two front teeth, and turns to prostitution.

Fantine becomes ill, and died living little Cosette with the Thérnardier innkeepers in the village of Montfermeil

Fantine’s lamentations.

There was a time when men were kind.

When their voices were soft.

And their words inviting.

There was a time when love was blind.

And the world was a song.

And the song was exciting.

There was a time...

Then it all went wrong.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,

When hope was high

And life worth living.

I dreamed that love would never die.

I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid,

And dreams were made and used and wasted.

There was no ransom to be paid,

No song unsung, no wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I’m living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream - I dream

Ruthie Henshall - I Dreamed A Dream (Les Miserables 10th Anniversary Concert –

Royal Albert Hall in London)

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Still confident that they would surely help her some day she sang out, "Who will make the bread?"

Alas for the Little Red Hen! Once more her hopes were dashed! For the Pig said, "Not I," the Cat said, "Not I," the Rat said, "Not I."

So the Little Red Hen said once more, "I will then," and she did.

Feeling that she might have known all the time that she would have to do it all herself, she went and put on a fresh apron and spotless cook's cap. First of all she set the dough, as was proper. When it was time she brought out the moulding board and the baking tins, moulded the bread, divided it into loaves, and put them into the oven to bake. All the while the Cat sat lazily by, giggling and chuckling.

And close at hand the vain Rat powdered his nose and admired himself in a mirror.

In the distance could be heard the long-drawn snores of the dozing Pig.

At last the great moment arrived. A delicious odor was wafted upon the autumn breeze. Everywhere the barnyard citizens sniffed the air with delight.

The Red Hen ambled in her picketty-picketty way toward the source of all this excitement.

Although she appeared to be perfectly calm, in reality she could only with difficulty restrain an impulse to dance and sing, for had she not done all the work on this wonderful bread?

Small wonder that she was the most excited person in the barnyard!

She did not know whether the bread would be fit to eat, but - joy of joys! - when the lovely brown loaves came out of the oven, they were done to perfection!

Then, probably because she had acquired the habit, the Red Hen called: "Who will eat the Bread?"

All the animals in the barnyard were watching hungrily and smacking their lips in anticipation, and the Pig said, "I will," the Cat said, "I will," the Rat said, "I will."

But the Little Red Hen said,

"No, you won't. I will."

And she did.

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She got the sickle from among the farmer's tools in the barn and proceeded to cut off all of the big plant of Wheat.

On the ground lay the nicely cut Wheat, ready to be gathered and threshed, but the newest and yellowest and downiest of Mrs. Hen's chicks set up a "peep-peep-peeping" in their most vigorous fashion, proclaiming to the world at large, but most particularly to their mother, that she was neglecting them.

Poor Little Red Hen! She felt quite bewildered and hardly knew where to turn.

Her attention was sorely divided between her duty to her children and her duty to the Wheat, for which she felt responsible.

So, again, in a very hopeful tone, she called out, "Who will thresh the Wheat?"

But the Pig, with a grunt, said, "Not I," the Cat, with a meow, said, "Not I," and the Rat, with a squeak, said, "Not I."

So the Little Red Hen, looking, it must be admitted, rather discouraged, said, "Well, I will, then."

And she did.

Of course, she had to feed her babies first, though, and when she had gotten them all to sleep for their afternoon nap, she went out and threshed the Wheat. Then she called out: "Who will carry the Wheat to the mill to be ground?"

Turning their backs with snippy glee, the Pig said, "Not I," and the Cat said, "Not I," and the Rat said, "Not I."

So the good Little Red Hen could do nothing but say, "I will then." And she did.

Carrying the sack of Wheat, she trudged off to the distant mill. There she ordered the Wheat ground into beautiful white flour. When the miller brought her the flour she walked slowly back all the way to her own barnyard in her own picketty-picketty fashion.

She even managed, in spite of her load, to catch a nice juicy worm now and then and had one left for the babies when she reached them. Those cunning little fluff-balls were so glad to see their mother. For the first time, they really appreciated her.

After this really strenuous day Mrs. Hen retired to her slumbers earlier than usual - indeed, before the colors came into the sky to herald the setting of the sun, her usual bedtime hour.

She would have liked to sleep late in the morning, but her chicks, joining in the morning chorus of the hen yard, drove away all hopes of such a luxury.

Even as she sleepily half opened one eye, the thought came to her that to-day that Wheat must, somehow, be made into bread.

She was not in the habit of making bread, although, of course, anyone can make it if he or she follows the recipe with care, and she knew perfectly well that she could do it if necessary.

So after her children were fed and made sweet and fresh for the day, she hunted up the Pig, the Cat and the Rat.

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A Little Red Hen lived in a barnyard. She spent almost all of her time walking about the barnyard in her picketty-picketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms.

She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call "Chuck-chuck-chuck!" to her chickies.

When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body was she!

A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bother herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And as for the pig who lived in the sty – he did not care what happened so long as he could eat and grow fat.

One day the Little Red Hen found a Seed. It was a Wheat Seed, but the Little Red Hen was so accustomed to bugs and worms that she supposed this to be some new and perhaps very delicious kind of meat. She bit it gently and found that it resembled a worm in no way whatsoever as to taste although because it was long and slender, a Little Red Hen might easily be fooled by its appearance.

Carrying it about, she made many inquiries as to what it might be. She found it was a Wheat Seed and that, if planted, it would grow up and when ripe it could be made into flour and then into bread.

When she discovered that, she knew it ought to be planted. She was so busy hunting food for herself and her family that, naturally, she thought she ought not to take time to plant it.

So she thought of the Pig - upon whom time must hang heavily and of the Cat who had nothing to do, and of the great fat Rat with his idle hours, and she called loudly:

"Who will plant the Seed?"

the Pig said, "Not I," and the Cat said, "Not I," and the Rat said, "Not I."

"Well, then," said the Little Red Hen, "I will."

And she did.

Then she went on with her daily duties through the long summer days, scratching for worms and feeding her chicks, while the Pig grew fat, and the Cat grew fat, and the Rat grew fat, and the Wheat grew tall and ready for harvest.

So one day the Little Red Hen chanced to notice how large the Wheat was and that the grain was ripe, so she ran about calling briskly: "Who will cut the Wheat?"

The Pig said, "Not I," the Cat said, "Not I," and the Rat said, "Not I."

"Well, then," said the Little Red Hen, "I will."

And she did.

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Abraham Lincoln was an American statesman and lawyer who served as the 16th president of the United States from 1861 to 1865. Lincoln led the nation through the American Civil War, the country's greatest moral, constitutional, and political crisis.

In the United States this speech in thought in elementary school. (Elementary school is after kindergarten; from first (1st) grade through fifth (5th) or sixth (6th) grade depending on the school system.) The children must memorize The Gettysburg Address as a homework.

The Gettysburg Address is a speech that U.S. President Abraham Lincoln delivered during the American Civil War at the dedication of the Soldiers' National Cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, on the afternoon of November 19, 1863, four and a half months after the Union armies defeated those of the Confederacy at the Battle of Gettysburg. It is one of the best-known speeches in American history.

The Gettysburg Address

by Abraham Lincoln

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln

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I drove all night and did not stop till I reached Neempani. I know the name is strange but the place was too familiar to me. First time I came here was with Sonal. The night was surreal. It was our first date and I drove 55 kms from Betul, just to give us a chance to know each other without any interference. Call it bizarre or just unusual; the date was arranged by our parents. Not completely though. They decided the date and time and I was supposed to take her some place nearby but eventually we ended up here at Neempani.

I had heard that she liked long drives. So we took the highway towards Bhopal with her permission of course. The ice between us broke after we crossed Sonaghati. We talked without any agenda. A moonlit night, endless roads and large and ancient trees arching the roads and a beautiful companion to share your thoughts; the night was truly surreal. As we reached Neempani I realised we were too far from home. I suggested we should go back. It was her idea to dine at Neempani. She said she had heard of this place and food here was good. I must say she was right.

We got married within 5 months from that night. We shifted to Bhopal to commence our nuptial journey. Everything was so perfect: too good to be true. With the passing time, the equation of our relationship changed, so did we. Our initial compromise to make each other happy gradually turned into complains and dissatisfaction. As the charm of our marriage withered out, none of us could restrain the urge to pour our bitterness out. There no particular reason we fought; rather it was simple differences that aggravated. One strange day we decided to be civil to each other and came to the conclusion that it would be better if we part our ways mutually. Yesterday we got divorced.

Tonight as I waited for my order to be served I wondered the enigmatic nature of life. Two nights and the meaning and connotation of my life changed. Both the nights are so different yet so similar. Both the nights changed the course of my life. That night witnessed the budding bonding between us and tonight avouches the end of the bitter and spiteful marriage we were in for past 7 years.

I recommenced my journey. While driving through Ghati I could not clear out the thoughts of my married life. As the meandering roads lead me towards the end of this story. I thought about the key chapters that twisted this tale forever.

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