F+Peasant+6

**Age:** 22 **Gender:** Male **Occupation**: peasant **Social Class:** 3rd estate **Financial situation**: anxious with the unceasing rise of the value of bread **Appearance:** Like the surname Petite, I have a tiny and slim figure. Pale skin but appears to be brown because I do not wash very often. **Location of home and/or business:** Versailles Every morning at 7, my wife and I share half a loaf of bread, after breakfast we feed live stocks owned by Notre Dame de Paris Church. My wife and I work on the field usually until the sun sets on the field, which is also owned by the church. It is abnormal for us to eat lunch because our family makes a living out of only a loaf of bread per day and a loaf of bread only provides two meals for two grown ups. In fatigue we quickly eat the rest of the bread around 7 in the evening. Afterwards my wife and I sit by the fireplace and encourage each other from the griefs. We go to bed around 9. Right before, my wife and I kneel down on our knees by our bed made of hays and pray for God to give mercy and stop the hunger. **Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:** I am very optimistic about the future, yet stubborn with my own ideas. Also I become sensitive and emotional if I am starving. I have a thing for young ladies; I am such a gentle man. **Past / Family History:** I grew up in (blank) with my siblings under two very religious parents. I started living independently last year after marrying my wife. **Family:** I married a beautiful young lady, Monique, last year. We do not have children yet. My son Albert Petite was born on 1800. **Social relations** with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): The grains harvested from our rented field is traded to the miller, Bernardo. In return we receive a loaf of bread per 7 ounces of grain. Without him my wife and I can hardly survive and so he is almost our life saver. Victor Simon is my carter that delivers grains from my house to Notre Dame de Paris Church. He is a bright young man that entertains me.
 * Name:** Bruno Petite
 * Habitual locations: ** little farm where nobody else is within 2 miles
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**Style of speaking:** frequent uses of slang words
 * Religion: ** Catholic
 * Education: ** received education on how to farm (plowing)
 * Main privileges and/or conflicts: ** Even though I am poor, since I am the man in the family my wife is my property. Some of the conflicts my family is facing is the amount of loafs of bread and taxes the Notre Dame de Paris Church forces me to pay.
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(**Just a reminder that a long time, 16 years had passed since the last diary entry. The way I think and view things had changed.)**
 * Diary Entry # 3 (12/8/11)**
 * November 18, 1805**

It is astounding to see my son, Albert growing up day by day. It was five years ago when my wife and I decided to have children. Before then we were rushed daily, occupied to feeding ourselves. After this new leader, Napoleon Bonaparte Sir took in charge of our nation life for our family and Versailles has gotten brighter. I can afford to look out for the future.

I've always had a desire to be educated. All my life I regretted myself and how God chose me to born in the family of peasants, making life unaffordable to such thing as education. Now the flows have changed. Thanks to Napoleon Bonaparte, Albert will learn to write, to read, and I will watch him proudly in vicariousness. Last Saturday I went over to my cousin, Angevin Lefèvre, whom I spent most of my childhood with. Her two sons who are my nephews had grown to be very bright and reliable boys. I can't wait for my own son to attend school and be an independent man. I will encourage him to succeed and find an occupation that will discard the title of a peasant's son. Who knows if Albert might end up working for the Catholic Church?

Napoleon is a great man. Not only he was the gallant who had rescued the society but now even outside France, other countries had knelt down, bowing down to Napoleon for forgiveness. I heard they had signed a peace treaty. Whatever the compromise was, I was rejoiced to hear that France was finally encountering its tranquility. However some young beggar was mumbling out on the streets of the Catholic Church today, saying that our mighty leader, Napoleon was planning to fight a battle with the British. I could not determine or make out parts of what he was saying, but he had said that Napoleon encouraged all of the courageous young men in France to enlist in joining his army. Fortunately I am an old and useless man now and my dear son is too young to be involved this matter. Whether what the beggar had said is reliable or not, I consider my family and everybody else in France unfortunate for these constant eruptions in the country. I fear that I sense dark clouds settling over the skies of France once again.


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Diary Entry # 2 (12/6/11) September 21, 1789


 * Liberty, equality, and fraternity, these are the qualities the Declaration of the Rights of Man had promised recently. Such words the National Assembly is obsessed with. Darn the Declaration, darn the king! All the peasants in the villagers hardly eats a meal these days. Robbery of bread happening after happening. In these loathsome lives, Monique and I just pray, for this infinite nightmare to end.**
 * When I went over to Notre Dame De Paris Church to drop off this month's production from the fields and the taxes, I had a conversation with Victor Simon, the carter. He had said that before equality, liberty, and all the other rubbish, the government should feed the citizens' desperate hunger. What an outspoken young man he is! I arrived to the church where the nun was greeting me at the entrance. As thanked Victor and dropped off increased taxes and 600 ounces of mill, I saw the two trembling little hands of the nun. Look at this nun, this poor soul with two hands so bony who hasn't had a bite of bread for herself today. Take a look at this grand church she resides in; how she has everything but owns nothing. After all, it's not equality of estates we need. Hadn't I just see the despairing eyes of a first estate citizen? All I ask for is nothing: two loaves of bread to make an everyday living.**


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Diary Entry # 1 (12/4/11) January 6, 1788


 * Time rushes day by day. Everyday is repetitive. Feeding the live stocks, farming, and feeding the live stocks to farming again.**
 * God had promised me if I work hard, future will pay me off with success, but what a word success is; nothing had changed from the last year when I married Monique last year and promised to live a financially stable life. Life is actually becoming strenuous. Everyday is a challenge of "will I be able to feed myself and my wife some bread." Today I went over to Bernard, our favorite miller, to trade 70 ounces of mill for 10 loaves of bread, which is 7 ounces of grains per a loaf of bread. This will feed us about 10 days. However, Bernard said he will now take in 10 ounces of grains for a loaf of bread, therefore I was only able to obtain 7 loaves of bread. We had 630 more ounces of grain, the Notre Dame De Paris Church are taxing us to pay 630 ounces every 10 days. I am anxious about my family's living.**



Citation: Images** 1.Camille Pisarro. //Two Peasant Women Chatting//. 2001. Painting. The complete works //2. Notre-Dame de Paris -Flying Buttresses & Gothic Gargoyles//. N.d. Photograph. Guide of TravellerWeb. 6 Dec 2011. . 3. //The Battle of Trafalgar - Lord Nelson and HMS Victory//. 2005. Painting. THEKIDSWINDOWWeb. 8 Dec 2011. .