A+Coachman

__**Diary #3**__ **December 21st, 1804**   Time passed like fire rapidly spreading through spilt oil. It seems like yesterday when I wrote my previous diary on the storming of the Bastille. Yes, with my trembling fingers, I still try my best to write down this diary. I do not know when I will die, but I do know that it's going to be soon. My father passed away 4 years ago, from a deadly unknown disease. Life is the usual, and I will be spending my days as a coachman until I simply do not possess the energy to lash my horses. I have been quite busy for the past decade. I suffered through famine and financial collapse within my family. My grandsons couldn't receive proper education. During the revolution, the whole country failed to maintain peace, nor placate the radicals. It's technically true that I supported the ideas of the revolution for my own benefits, but not the whole process which executed my relatives. What would France be now without Robespierre? Would have my lovely nephew be still alive? Would I have been always satisfied with my meals? What is life if I regret most of my actions as a young man?

Today, just like any other days for the past one and a half decade, was another of driving my coach around the city for some cash. Those coins from these passengers are what keeps me alive. Anyway, I'm not sure if anyone will still remember July 14th, 1789. I can still clearly picture the whole situation in my head, in addition to one woman I drove to a building. Apparently, I have been meeting her quite frequently, despite the fact that she's married to Monsieur Colbert. I often had extremely deep confabulations with her, affiliated with the concept of death and the meaning of life. Quite an inspiring topic for discussions! I actually had feelings for her a decade ago, but I realize that she's moving on with life. As her loyal acquaintance, I take her to the salon with my coach. We also discuss about Napoleon Bonaparte, and his affection for power as France's new emperor. The //Code Napoleon// (1804) has been issued months ago with its specific human rights under Napoleon's government. Napoleon seems to have a strong start, which is necessary for successful ruling. I just hope he gives us some positive results externally and internally. France needs to be organized, now. Honestly, I don't really care about politics actually, since I might close my eyes and never open them again, quite soon.

The evening continued, getting on my old coach and lashing my horses again for a new passenger. I was rather unfortunate today, just able to drive 2 passengers today. However, I'm not surprised at all because I've had innumerable days where I had none. Attempting to alleviate my depression, I walked in a wine store nearby. This store was known for getting its wine from a famous wine merchant, Jerome Moreau. Surprisingly, I met my good old butcher, Éric Kruger; I couldn't believe he was still alive! After I drank some of my favorite wine with my old friend, I got on my coach slowly traveled home. I commenced living with my youngest son for 2 years now, after my was executed on a guillotine during the revolution. I sometimes feel extremely fragile without any energy. I probably have some sort of illness; I plan to sell my coach soon, as I desire to simply live as a man. What is there to life, despite your opinions, if it's all over? I'll write again soon, "The "Code Napoleon" (1804)." //The History Guide -- Main//. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Dec. 2011. .
 * Frédéric Lefebvre**



__**Diary #2**__ **July 14th, 1789** A day in which I will remain in my thoughts for the rest of my life. A day when homicidal revolutionaries put thoughts into action. A day when the streets were at the loudest and the most crowded.

Until 3 p.m., life was actually quite typical like any day. A normal daily routine, simply waking up and driving passengers within the town. However, I drove my coach into Paris today, hearing various rumors that today was the day in which the revolutionary mob will display their power by breaking in the Bastille. The Bastille Saint-Antoine is a fortress, or prison, of numerous people. Realizing that there might be a lot of people awaiting a coach for transportation, this was my chance to earn some cash. The time was a bit after 3 p.m., and I was driving in through the humongous phenomenon. Before I could even see what was happening, my old friend Leon Colbert, or Monsieur Colbert, called me to drive to a salon in the city. He was actually with this other woman, as I think she probably escaped the Bastille just now. As they quickly got in the carriage, I lashed the horses for speed. I caught up on most of the information and details during this ride, hearing what the two people in the back were discussing. I also added that I feel the utmost hatred towards the First and Second Estates. Apparently, the mob was going to execute various guards and troops via the guillotine on the street. Yes, as supporting the revolution myself, I am proud to announce that a revolution began in France.

After I drove them to the building, I got off and went in a nearby food store to alleviate my hunger. Despite the expensive costs of all the breads and cheeses, I decided to buy one quickly. Paying what I had, I encountered a cook, Adrien Verdi, who asked me about what was happening outside. I told him about a violent mob breaking in the Bastille, the search for ammunitions and gunpowder, and the imminent executions of Marquis de Launay and his soldiers. As I walked out to the loud streets again, I met another passenger calling for a coach. I drove the man to a local shop selling delicious cheese. Since I was also craving for cheese, I got off and walked in the shop. There, I met a serious cheese maker, apparently Felix Martin. After I bought some cheese, I went out and fed my horses some food I bought back in the store. What a day!

I'll write again soon,
 * Frédéric Lefebvre**

"Storming of the Bastille." //ThinkQuest Library//. N.p., n.d. Web. 7 Dec. 2011. .



__**Diary #1**__ **August 7th, 1789**

Life isn't going that well right now in Les Pennes-Mirabeau. As my daily routine is never really altered significantly, I drove my coach around the town for quite a few hours today. Unfortunately, most of these passengers aren't generous enough to give me some extra cash. What can I expect? All of the people, as in the Third Estate, are paying inconceivable amounts of money to the government for France's debt. I don't even have enough money to feed my horses! My whole income is from the hands of several passengers I drive, which aren't as much as I thought. Although I wouldn't say that I'm suffering from poverty, it's true that I'm financially challenged and limited. I can't believe how much the cost of a single loaf of bread increased; what's happening to our economy?

Today was actually about how much I wonder about my economical status. In addition to my father is suffering from an unknown disease, I'm trying to feed my own family. Despite the fact that all three of my sons are working as fishermen, I still have to save money for the future. I mean, I still attempt to stay optimistic by looking at others who are suffering more. By the way, I met my old friend Éric Kruger today, and he turns out to be a butcher down the long street at Châteauneuf-les-Martigues. How magnanimous he is, giving me some butchered cow meat.

I'll write again soon,
 * Frédéric Lefebvre**




 * Name:** Frédéric Lefebvre
 * Age:** 37
 * Gender:** Male
 * Occupation:** Coachman for
 * Social Class:** Third Estate
 * Financial situation:** Decently enough money financed from his passengers to keep him alive. Average income with ordinary economical status.

- spindle-shanked; 170cm tall - short brown hair / sideburns, with tints of white - decently suited up with a top hat
 * Appearance:**


 * Location of home and/or business:** Les Pennes-Mirabeau (Bouches-du-Rhône; southern tip of France)
 * Habitual locations:** A watering house for coachmen to enjoy drinking and talking with other men.

7 a.m. wakes up at coaching inn / breakfast 7 a.m. - 8 a.m. prepares coach and horses 8 a.m. - 11 a.m. drives various passengers to work 11 a.m. - 2 p.m. eats lunch and rests at a watering house 2 p.m. - 4 p.m. feeds horses / checks coach for technical errors 2 p.m. - 6 p.m. coach-driving townspeople at Les Pennes-Mirabeau 6 p.m. - 7 p.m. eats dinner and drink at a watering house 7 p.m. - 9 p.m. drives back passengers home 9 p.m. - 10 p.m. finds a place to sleep (an inn, if fortunate) 10 p.m. - 7 a.m. sleeps
 * Daily routine:**


 * Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:** ill-tempered, rough, apathetic, but loyal to passengers and talkative with other men

- ancestors were peasants and laborers - maternal grandfather was a fisherman, and mother was a nun - father was a wine merchant (severely sick from a disease)
 * Past / Family History:**


 * Family:** married with 3 working sons; a sick father (visits once in a while), two younger sisters (both peasants at an inn)

- quite amiable with fellow townspeople and passengers - has a friend from the First Estate - overall doesn't like the First and Second Estate people
 * Social relations with your own and other classes:**


 * Religion:** Roman Catholic


 * Education:** finished secondary schooling, literate

- starts to be financially tackled (to feed the horses) - not enough passengers available these days - can't cure his father right now
 * Style of speaking:** //(French)// curses / uses slangs frequently with other men, tries to speak formally to passengers
 * Main privileges and/or conflicts:**

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 * Portrait:**

__**Bibliography**__ "Coachman - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia." //Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia//. N.p., n.d. Web. 5 Dec. 2011. .

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