A new fact that I didn't know about Alsace Loren.

 Alsace Lauren, like our Gando, is famous for being the product of the German-French border dispute, but immediately after the Napoleon War, she chose France in the referendum. France also had its own reasons............ I thought it was over the top of Alphonse Dodemann. It has already been 150 years since it was merged with France in 1815, and above all, it is evidence that democratic France (election will be held after the French Revolution). Of course, it's only an election for the rich, but the Alsace-Rrens seem to have gone away. Napoleon was also an Italian of Corsica and had a father and family devoted to the Corsica independence movement, but he was a passionate French patriot after the revolution. How Orancae admires China's splendid culture. Of course, the economic difference between France and Germany at the time was also cut off. After the end of the 19th century, when Germany caught up with France, Alsace-Rorenz probably changed their minds. In the early 20th century, Dr. Sivaizhe, Alsace, also regarded himself as German, and so did the 1936 Zar referendum. After the World War, when France belonged, it probably didn't do a referendum............... And this time it was not just for the rich, but for the entire referendum. Still, I'm glad that Alphonse Dode's novel "The Last Class" doesn't seem to be a lie. k. Everyone would have written a red line in high school Korean class and explained the teacher, but read it again. The story of the Bo-bul War in 1871. 

In fact, he faked Alphonse Dode's novel Star.In all the novels, there are posts and ripples of the Gapasan Sea of the European Gal. Don't get up. As Mount Gapa said, the event that determined the identity of the people in the Alsace Lauren region was the French Revolution. There were several important events at the time, one of which was generals from Alsace Lauren who were active under Napoleon. There were many soldiers from the border region, some of whom became famous in the European War as generals under Napoleon, which increases the pride of the Alsace Lauren local people. This later becomes one of the very important factors for the Alsace Lauren people to choose France. Alsace Lauren's border is restored to its original state due to the revolutionary war as Napoleon went through secret talks after losing. In the process, the Alsace Lauren problem arises, of course, because it was incorporated into the French territory by Louis XIV, but it is a problem because it was historically the Duke of Lauren who devoted his loyalty to the Holy Roman Empire. Of course, the Germanic people are the mainstream, but because Duke Lauren was French here, subtle problems arise. At this time, a referendum is held, and as a result of the referendum, there is a vote attributable to France. Of course, the right to vote at the time was only in the Burjois civic class, and they chose a free country where civil liberties were widely guaranteed, not Germany, which was under a gloomy feudal system.  It was Ditrich, Mayor of Strasbourg, who commissioned Leo La Marseisez to compose.That song became popular in Marseille and changed into a country.Zar, Germany's westernmost border region, also voted for regional attribution in the 1930s, when 98% chose fascist Germany. Old boy, hmm. So cool. Thank you. Well, you found out something new. Somehow... Germany, which lost the 30-year war in 1648, lost Alsace Lauren to France (Louis XIII), and Bismarck lost to Germany again in the 1871 Bovul War, and to France again in 1918. I knew this, but it was probably because Germany's representative Prussia and Austria, which were divided due to lack of border changes even though France was a defeated country at the time, were powerless. It's not that, but just as the northern people chose China, the Germans of Alsace chose the developed France. There must have been no discrimination. 211.227 I'm going to upload Alphonse Dodet's novel "Last Class" that I found on the Internet. If you read it for the first time in a while, it will help you watch the Alsace travel.                                                                        On the morning of the last class, I was very late for school. In addition, teacher Amel said she would ask me about learning, but I didn't study at all. So, I was very scared to think about the scolding I was going to hear. Suddenly, I thought I would rather be absent from school and shoot around. The weather was very clear and warm. In the forest, you can hear the crowing of a dog poop, and in the reefer ranch behind the sawmill, you can hear Prussian soldiers being trained. All of this attracted my heart more than I learned to speak. But I pressed that heart and ran toward school. As I passed in front of the Myeon office, I saw people gathering around the wooden bulletin board. News of bad news has been posted here over the past two years, whether it is defeat, imprisonment, or an order from the command. 'What else happened?' I thought that while running. As I was walking across the square, the blacksmith, who stood there with a worker and looked at the bulletin board, shouted at me. "There's no rush, my dear. It's not too late to go now!" I thought the blacksmith was teasing me. I ran out of breath and ran into the small yard of the school. Usually, at the beginning of the class, the sound of opening and closing the desk drawer, the sound of covering the ears and reading a book loudly, and the sound of the teacher's sticks tapping the desk mixed together and came all the way. I was about to sneak into my seat and sit in this noisy space. But that day was as quiet as Sunday morning. I went back and forth between the desks with the scary sticks on my sides with my friends already sitting in place through the open window.I saw teacher Amel doing that. I don't know how hot my face was and how nervous my heart was. But unexpectedly, teacher Amel didn't get angry even when he saw me and spoke in a very soft voice. "Franz, go and sit in your seat. I almost started class without you." I quickly jumped over the stool and sat in my seat. When I calmed down, I realized that the teacher was wearing a wrinkled chest ornament on a green frock coat worn only on the day the scholars looked around the class or when giving a certificate, and an embroidered black silk hat. Furthermore, the atmosphere of the classroom felt solemn, unlike usual. What was even more surprising was that the villagers sat quietly like students in the chairs inside the classroom, which had always been empty. There were old man Oh Je with a triangular hat in his hand, an old head of myeon, a mailman, and many others. People were consistently making sad faces. Inspiration Ohje sat on his lap with a French book with its edges tattered because it was too old, and glasses were placed on it. While I was looking around in amazement at this appearance, teacher Amel went up to the church. Then he spoke in a soft and solemn voice. "Everyone, this is the last class with you. Schools in Alsace and Lauren were ordered from Berlin to teach only German. A new teacher will come tomorrow. Today is the last day of your French class. Everyone, please take the class hard." I was distracted as if I had been beaten in the back of my head by the teacher's brief words. "Ah, guys to kill!" This is what was attached to the Myeon office. My last French class! I don't even know how to write it properly, but now I won't have a chance to learn French again!" I regretted skipping my previous class and looking for a new house or spending my time in vain by the Jar River. My books, which I was sick and tired of just a while ago, and Bible now felt like a friend I don't want to break up with. It was the same for Amel teacher. Thinking that I had to break up with my teacher and that I could never meet him again, I forgot all the things I was punished or beaten with a stick. Poor teacher! The teacher dressed in suits for this last class. I finally knew why the people in the neighborhood were sitting in the back of the classroom. They are also to thank the teacher who has been working hard to teach us for 40 years and to pay tribute to our country that is leaving us. When I was thinking about this, the teacher suddenly called my name. It was my turn to memorize it. I thought I could do anything at this moment if I could memorize that difficult word aloud and clearly without making a mistake. However, I was blocked from the first bar, so I couldn't raise my head because I was ashamed and sorry. I was standing there shaking my body. Teacher Amel spoke slowly. "Franz, I won't scold you. You've already been punished enough.…. People say this. There's no rush. We can do it tomorrow. As a result, this is what happens as you see it now. Oh! It was our Alsace's great misfortune to always postpone education to tomorrow. Prussian people are saying, "What?" You guys are French and you can't write or read French!" But we have nothing to say. But, Franz. We all have to reflect on ourselves and realize. Your parents weren't so enthusiastic about education. I wanted you to work in a field or factory to make a few pennies. Of course, I have something to reflect on myself.

Instead of making you study, I asked you to water my yard, and if you wanted to fish sweetfish, you didn't have classes.…." And teacher Amel talked about French. French is the most beautiful, clear, and expressive word in the world. So we should keep it well and don't forget it. Because even if a nation becomes a colony of others, if you keep your words well, it's like holding the key to the prison.…. That's what he said. Then the teacher started reading with a grammar book. I was surprised to understand so easily. Every single thing you said felt very easy. I've never heard it this hard before. In addition, the teacher explained step by step to make it easier to understand. It seemed to teach us everything we knew before this poor teacher left. When I finished learning how to speak, it was time to write. Teacher Amel has prepared a special handwriting for everyone. It said "France Alsace, France Alsace." They looked like small flags hanging from our desks and fluttering through the classroom. Everyone is so quiet that they can't hear a breath of how hard work. You can only hear the sound of a pen scratching on the paper. Even though a beetle flew in through the window, no one paid attention to it. Even the youngest children were devoted to drawing lines on the paper. On the roof of the school, some pigeons are crying "googoogoogoo". I thought this while listening to the sound. 'Now I might ask that pigeon to cry in German!' Sometimes I took my eyes off the textbook and looked up, and teacher Amel stood still on the church. I was staring at everything as if I were looking at this small school. No wonder, for the past 40 years, teachers have always been in this classroom overlooking the courtyard. The chairs and desks were worn out and shiny on the children's hips, the walnut trees in the yard grew big, and the hops they planted covered the windows and stretched up to the roof. How heartbreaking is it to have to break up with all this? How painful must the teacher be to hear her sister's footsteps while packing up on the second floor? The teacher leaves tomorrow and part ways with this village forever. Still, the teacher had a mind to continue the class until the end. After writing time, it was history time. Then the children practiced pronunciation with their voices. In the back of the classroom, old man Oh Je was reading each letter with us with his glasses on, holding the textbook in both hands. His voice trembled with emotion because he was reading very hard. And the way we read it was so ridiculous that we didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Oh! I will never forget this last class. At that time, the church's big clock announced noon. Subsequently, three bells rang to announce the prayer. It is the bell of the cathedral that rings three times at 6 a.m., noon, and 6 p.m. to announce prayer time. At the same time, the trumpet sound of Prussian soldiers returning from training rang under the window. Teacher Amel's face turned blue and jumped up from the chair. Until now, the teacher has never looked this big. "Everyone!" said the teacher. "Everyone... I..."… I......" But something blocked the teacher's throat, so I couldn't talk anymore. The teacher turned toward the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and wrote it in big letters as much as possible. "Hooray for France!"』 And he didn't move while leaning his head against the wall. He beckoned to us.