tailieunhanh - Christine

My daughter Christine, who wrote me these letters, died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th, 1914, of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private for nearly three years, because, apart from the love in them that made them sacred things in days when we each still hoarded what we had of good, they seemed to me, who did not know the Germans and thought of them, as most people in England for a long while thought, without any bitterness and with a great inclination to explain away and excuse, too extreme and sweeping in their judgments. Now, as. | Christine 1 Christine The Project Gutenberg eBook Christine by Alice Cholmondeley This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title Christine Author Alice Cholmondeley Release Date June 22 2004 eBook 12683 Language English Character set encoding US-ASCII START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHRISTINE E-text prepared by Al Haines CHRISTINE BY ALICE CHOLMONDELEY 1917 CHRISTINE My daughter Christine who wrote me these letters died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th 1914 of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private for nearly three years because apart from the love in them that made them sacred things in days when we each still hoarded what we had of good they seemed to me who did not know the Germans and thought of them as most people in England for a long while thought without any bitterness and with a great inclination to explain away and excuse too extreme and sweeping in their judgments. Now as the years have passed and each has been more full of actions on Germany s part difficult to explain except in one way and impossible to excuse I feel that these letters giving a picture of the state of mind of the German public immediately before the War and written by some one who went there enthusiastically ready to like everything and everybody may have a certain value in helping to put together a small corner of the great picture of Germany which it will be necessary to keep clear and naked before us in the future if the world is to be saved. I am publishing the letters just as they came to me leaving out nothing. We no longer in these days belong to small circles to limited little groups. We have been stripped of our secrecies and of our private hoards. We live in a great relationship. We share our griefs and anything there is of love