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I hear often when talking about duchesses in Bavaria, the five Roses of Bavaria, the most "frightening" among them, despite the romantic films and pink, was my beloved Sissi.

Simple perception.

she dresses in black, she has a ring with the head of a skeleton, a needle to inject cocaine, it Fuye the world and men and that emerging from a dream, she was surprised to be alive, but that is enough for some people to find it decidedly too special to be pleasant. Not consistent with what they know about her. So what they perceive as supposed madness, it puts them well uncomfortable.

And yet, if I had to choose one of them would be at the frontier of this malaise, it would be Sophie.

Sophie, considered as almost normal, if that word had a meaning. It never ceases to praise its sweetness, his understanding, his selflessness, his strength. And sacrifice, the strength, it was this day of May, which proved fatal. And courage for this little woman, agree to stay put and accept a horrible death, and her dress catches fire while she remains upright, hands clasped in silent prayer, and those flames which surround of infernal aura.

Thinking that others find morbid.

When I burn a small thing in an ashtray, and the customary thing to me, I always think to Sophie. The fire, wherever it comes, I always find fascinating. So maybe it is morbid, this dream, princess pink cheeks and blue eyes, blue that the sky may have a perfect summer morning.

That may be because the morbid strangeness of Sissi, the tempestuous force of Mary - Mary, and only one person is a heroine of the novel - are obvious, they forget to look on Mathilde and Helen, the first is cleared as the sparrow, and the second is too severe, and Sophia, which will almost borders on sainthood. Beautiful Icon, reclosing the book. Once was enough.

But how can we not realize that while it is angst and anxiety? Why not see the fragile line between the child and the woman who melancholic writhes violently hands ... ? There is, in my perception, a gap between what has the Duchess of Alencon, and what it hides in the recesses of his soul.

Sophie was born one cold February morning. In winter, like Elizabeth. It appears always absent, soft, compared to her sisters. It was always this vision of her unfortunate lover abandoned by her Prince (Ludwig), and since, melancholy devours her big blue eyes.

Child, Elizabeth melancholy underlies. She sublimates some of his poems childish. Death, already impregnated with words. She revealed to As the days and nights of Sissi, this melancholy, and she must already have suspected it will be one of her best friends. Chez Sophie, melancholy runs through his veins from the first day of his life. And more pain. Already, she gets lost. So when Ludovika, his mother told him to calm some people suffer more than she and her daughters had no reason to complain, lament and Sophie wrote in his diary, "she thinks it will soften my pain. But instead, how to be happy when so many souls are suffering more than me? "

A little soul as lonely and empath her sister winter. Never at rest. Sophie picks up something, famous open hand, fingers spread. All ran. When she has something she guessed before anyone else that this thing will not end for her. When Ludwig him to lay flowers on the desk of his piano at night, and that the whole household of this pretty ecstatic gift of the Eagle already vanished into the mountains, it is the only one to understand. " Do not you see he loves me not? .

When she attends, even though she is betrothed, the photographer Edgar Hanfstaengel, she still worries. Fad love ... and he must, of force, despite she must have felt relief at failure of engagement, to forget what people are sure to say on his way, and shame in a little redness on both cheeks for not being up to the referred to his mother, Queen of Bavaria missed.

No wonder, then, whom she married, quickly, too quickly, to forget the mistakes, the Duc d'Alencon. Sophie is already tired. With Ferdinand and his profile as that of an eagle, happy marriage is said. But Sophie rubbed shoulders with the clouds and it made a cocoon.

Her husband will be patient. Good and sweet. She does not like maybe not. He loves it. It is a military course, who loves a soldier, but he knows ill-being of his wife. So he wrote in his letters that he will do anything to tear this pain in her eyes ... even if he does not always understand. And he takes her to Italy, is to lay flowers on her bedside table, waking up, this will be the most comforting visions. He would like to see her smile.

But Sophie is still in the shade and mist. Always midwater, eyes lost in the wave, as on these faded photographs of the time before. Marry the one she missed, past the age of 20, she will not look anymore, or rarely the goal. When it does, violent sensation of encroaching on his soul, as Ludwig and his gaze rests elsewhere. These are two big eyes gnawed by anxiety. Sophie Water is both clear and abysmal. Clear because its sensitivity because it hides nothing. His emotions, his sadness, his melancholy. And yet she will never have to provide explanations on this discomfort. The younger sharing with Helen, the eldest siblings, this form of resignation that makes everything stand in silence, as if she had opened the book of life and she knew the next chapter. This resignation that will make him say in a whisper in Sissi, one night " I think we're not happy the race. "Elisabeth, who has leafed through the book, already knew that.

While Sophie is apathetic, lost in gloomy thoughts. Anecdotes abound, image Reccurent a slim young woman lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling. It seeks. God is its goal. But then we forget the extreme violence they can show. One day, Louise, his daughter, says Sissi. The child says her mother, angry, rushed into his room one night after a word after she thought inappropriate. The unkempt hair, like a Medusa, fists clenched, wild-eyed, ready to pounce on her daughter for slapping her. Then shouting, Louise took refuge in the bedroom of his father. He is sitting on the bed, his eyes full of tears. Louise feels deep affection for him at that moment. Sophie enters, quiet, and goes on these words: "You are very the daughter of your father . The violence of words is a thousand times more devastating. The case shakes

Elisabeth enough for it to take the pen and wrote a poem. She condemns his junior. Therefore, the close relationship the two sisters to fade, slowly. Sophie does not find more favor with Sissy told. What is perhaps not quite true.

She likewise condemn when in 1887 the wife of 40 years will flee after a long correspondence with Dr. Glazer, leaving spouses and children:

You have ceased to be loyal

To your good master and husband.
Thou hast pierced the heart;
Yes, heavy is your sin!

So gentlemen in white coats lock Sophie in the cell of an asylum, and rattling of the key in the lock. The thing is normal for an adulterous woman and guilty. Sissi, who flew to the rescue of Mary during her escapade love, strong double-turns too, the door of his heart. She complained. That is all.

Karl Theodore, the favorite brother behind his desk, the ticking of the clock begins to wonder if they have not all a little touch of madness in the family .

Sophie seeks the hand of God, and goes to pray in the churches. We tell her she is beautiful, kneeling and silent, it does not reveal, otherwise than in his diary, and it falls down for not having them talk to these people. Like when she was little.

Sophie is a round face that thins over the years. Quiet smile, but his eyes devouring her face, you can not see them. Something sounds wrong. The Duke loves him. Be blessed my Sophie, for all the happiness you bring . She senses. She wrote her will. It does not really know why. To a friend, she wrote that she did have long to live. The Father Stanislas visit before she goes to the Charity Bazaar, it repeated three times " goodbye, Father .

A Sophie stiffened. Too violent a desire for normality, the risk of nibbling his soul. It is force. Do not drown in the waves to l'âme too stuffy. Intoxicating. That is my impression. Sophie Anony distributes money to the poor, and Sophie, after her escape, is loyal and faithful and loving, and Sophie will go in calm and silence, all the girls in the fire, and this little Countess of Beauchamp as bad luck or fate condemn, she pressed her to his heart. But the mechanism is broken. Something in that look, is hidden.

Bourcet Margaret says she is relieved. I'd like to believe.