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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter XI

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE  [continued from Chapter X] –> XI THE AFTERMATH OF A FIRST MISTAKE On returning to Autonomie, took little part in the conversation. He pondered what he had just seen. A gamin of Paris, a child of workers for whom the greatest journey they could permit themselves was a walk in the woods of Clamart or Meudon, — it was an event when they could go as far as those of Verrières — he knew the sea only from the enthusiastic descriptions that he had found in books. Indeed, of mountains he only know […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter X

  THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE  [continued from Chapter IX] X THE ENCOUNTER The group was returning very slowly, without hurrying, when Nono saw a splendid death’s-head hawkmoth. He immediately decided to catch it. But when he tried to seize it, the insect, with an unexpected flap of its wings, escaped from the net and came fluttering, as if to taunt him, very close to the hunter who, carried away by the heat of the chase, soon found himself led far from his friends. Finally, stopping near a large oak, the moth seemed within range, and Nono thought […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter IX

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE  [continued from Chapter VIII] IX THE PROMENADE Nono had been in Autonomie for some time, and that time seemed to have passed like a dream. The time passed quietly; each day brought diverse labors and pleasures, which prevented the children from being bored for a single minute. Nono now knew all his comrades by name, knew who their parents were, what they did, and what country they came from. Most of the time, school-hours were spent in the gardens, on the lawns; but, for variety, they had long since planned a long walk […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter VIII

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE  [continued from Chapter VII] VIII THE SCHOOL Rising from the table, the children scattered on the lawn, where they organized all sorts of games. Nono, coming back down from his room, came to mingle with them. But a group of young ladies, from five to seven years old, wanted him to commence his lesson on the art of weaving flowers, and he acceded to their desire. It is in the midst of this group that, an hour later, Hans, Mab and company came to look for him. “We’re going to school,” they said […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter VII

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE  [continued from Chapter VI] VII LABOR IN AUTONOMIE It was broad daylight, the next day, whenNono was awakened by a band of his comrades who had invaded his bedroom. “Boo! lazybones,” said Mab, mocking him. “the idler who still sleeps and the sun that dazzles him. Yoo-hoo! “Come on! Get up,” said Hans, “we came to get you to go gardening.” “No,” said Mab, he promised last night to come with me and see the cows milked. I’ll take him”. Nono rose briskly, put on his trousers, dressing in the blink of an […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter VI

 THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter V]   VI THE END OF THE EVENING The children rushed to the sheds where the tools and props were kept, and there, helped by Labor, and some of his little genies, they pulled poles and canvas from it, and carried them onto the esplanade. There they raised an immense, square tent, facing the front steps, which would serve as bleachers for the spectators. Nono was amazed to see Labor’s elves rush about; with their help, the heaviest poles were raised by half a dozen of infants without more effort […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter V

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter IV]   V GLUTTONY PUNISHED The castle that the children headed towards stood on a broad, well-sanded esplanade, cut through large lawns, some of which were planted with trees. Under these trees those not at work harvesting fruit, or milking cows, had set some large, square tables, which, this evening, in honor of the new arrival, on been arrange end to end, but were ordinary set up apart from one another, covered with fine tablecloths, bearing plates and dishes embellished with simple designs in raw tones. Chairs indicated the place […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter IV

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter III]   IV IN THE COUNTRY OF AUTONOMY The sun continued its course. If he did not want to let himself by caught by nightfall in his solitude, it was necessary that our wanderer not let himself be beaten down by sadness. He must, on the contrary, summon all his energy and get on his way again. So, shaking his head, as a sign of his resolution and to chase away unwelcome ideas, he got up to resume his journey, but not before tying up two of the baskets of […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter III

THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter II]   III WE LEARN BY TRAVELING The reflections of our little friend were not cheerful: In what country was he? Would he find something to eat? Was he doomed to die of hunger, or, like a new Robinson Crusoe, would he be forced to make the best of his life, far from every companion? Robinson, in his shipwreck, had been able to save weapons, tools, and provisions. He had landed on an island stocked with game and edible fruits. In his walk Nono had seen nothing edible, apart from […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter II

[I ended up neglecting The Adventures of Nono for longer than I had intended, while some other projects came together, but it’s time to return to our anarchist children’s novel.] THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter I]   II.  FIRST ADVENTURES When Nono awoke, it was broad daylight. But, surprisingly, instead of being in his bed he was lying on a lawn thick, filled with flowers raising their petalsover the green grass. The sun lit up that place, making the floral colors gleam, shimmering off the variegated wings of the countless insects that fluttering in its […]