
This is a political marriage. At the age of 26, Napoleon fell in love with an older but important and famous rich woman. As time went on, he fell deeply in love with her, and she fell deeply in love with him. In early 1796, at the age of 27, Napoleon met Josephine In Paris. DE? Beauarned. Josephine was a 33 - year - old wealthy widow. She is graceful, graceful, full of mature woman unique charming charm, like a rich, full of strawberry fruit, deeply attracted the plain, thin and short Napoleon. And Josephine, the sympathetic Josephine, said that Napoleon "will be a great general." The two fell in love at first sight. Napoleon broke from his usual reticence and showed "an intense love almost to the point of madness" and was determined to be with her forever. Three months later, Napoleon married Josephine.

Within 48 hours of their marriage, Napoleon was ordered to lead the Italian army out of Austria, while Josephine remained in Paris. Napoleon, on his expedition, missed his "goddess." Every day, lying in the trenches, he wrote to his wife: "You have filled me with love for you, and this love has taken my sanity -- I will leave the army and run back to Paris to fall at your feet." "There's not a moment when I'm not looking at your picture, when I'm not putting my kisses all over your picture." Napoleon kept writing, one letter a day, and begged Josephine to come and meet him. However, he sent "endless love and all kinds of love", but never returned. Josephine always refused and rarely even wrote back. Napoleon's letter begged: "You know how much pleasure your letter would give me, but you will not write me just six lines... I have been on pins and needles without your letter." Before long, Napoleon got wind that his new wife Josephine was having an affair in Paris. He wrote bitterly: "Has the tender and faithful love you promised me suffocated and marginalized by what affection? So you don't have time to show your husband any interest? My love, I beg you to write to me at once, a tender letter..." Josephine, however, went her own way, sparing no efforts. It was not until Napoleon returned from the war that Josephine hurried to meet him, but took the wrong road and passed him by. When Josephine returned home, Napoleon refused to meet her, instead of "pressing her in his arms and kissing her a thousand times with the ardor of the sun blazing under the equator." Napoleon later forgave Josephine after her son (from a previous marriage) repeatedly begged her and she made tearful comments, but "the source of emotion was exhausted." In May 1804, Napoleon was proclaimed the first emperor of the French Empire, and he invited the Pope to crown him. Josephine quietly approached the Pope and told him of her worries about marriage. She appealed to the Pope to intervene to secure her marriage and make herself queen of the French Empire. On the day of the ceremony, Emperor Napoleon wore a red velvet jacket, an embroidered cloak, and a diamond-encrusted medal. Josephine was so radiant and charming. Dressed in an ornate white satin gown and a royal crown of pearls and diamonds, she fulfilled her wish. Soon, however, Napoleon closed the passage between his bedroom and that of the Queen. In 1809, in the inner chamber of the Tuileries, he demanded an end to the marriage, citing political and national imperatives. He approached Josephine, took her hand, pressed it to his heart, gazed at it for a moment, and said, 'My dear Josephine! You know THAT I loved you, and that you alone gave me the few moments of happiness I ever had in this world. But my fate must be higher than my will, and my dearest love must yield to the interests of France." Josephine fell to the ground, weeping bitterly... Napoleon and Josephine divorced on December 16. After divorce, history seems to come full circle. Josephine lived alone in Malmeson, and her only daily inspiration was to write to Napoleon, telling him how much she loved and missed him. Napoleon, however, answered her with the coldness and indifference which she had given him in the past. Josephine wrote: "I know I am writing these letters with a very painful heart, and the painful reason is that I have not received a single word from you." It's a lot of pain, a lot of tears. But at the beginning of the do not cherish, the original betrayal, missed, lost, destined to be "this feeling can only become memories" lonely and sad.
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