Extrait du livre Schumann
Schumann by Ann Rachlin and Susan Hellard Flowerpot Chlidren's press
Schuman
The streets of Zwickau were filled with excited people. It was 1812 and the French army was marching through the little German town on its way to Russia. The sound of drums and marching feet filled the streets and the crowd began to cheer. Sitting on his father’s shoulders, little Robert Schumann had a perfect view. “I can see the Emperor’s carriage, Father!” he cried. The Emperor Napoleon and his Empress smiled and waved to the crowds as their carriage rumbled by, followed by a band of musicians. Robert clapped his hands in time to the music. When Robert went to bed that night, the sound of the band was still ringing in his ears. The next day, Robert pretended he was the Emperor Napoleon. “I need a coat, Ziff,” he said to his kitten. Quickly pulling down his father’s best coat, Robert put it on. It dragged on the floor, but Robert didn’t care.