Letters with his/her mother

Gone back to 1910 with 1936, these letters, most beautiful undoubtedly of all its correspondence, reveal an ignored aspect of the work of Saint-Exupéry. They are an invaluable testimony of the tender love which it tested for his mother, being of exception, appears reassuring, refuge and consolation, the " reserve of peace " from which it draws " at the heavy minutes ": " You are what there is the best in my life. I have this evening the evil of the country like a kid! (…) It is true that you are the only consolation when one is sad ".

Through his letters, one discovers an always dissatisfied young man, seeking a direction with the life, regretting his cherished childhood so often evoked: " (...) only by embracing me, you did all to forget. One felt safe in your house, one was not only with you, it was good ".

Its cockroach, its trouble, its experiments of man, all that he undertakes (its poems, its drawings), he divides them with his mother. A mother artist, with the judgment relevant, which unceasingly encourages it, reassures it, it which surmounted so many sorrows (it is widowed at 28 years).

These sorrows (the death of his/her François brother and its Marie-madeleine sister) will still make more fusional their relation (" My small mom, you can count from now on doubly on my love. But no newborn can replace a child lost ") and to make to Saint-Exupéry a true chief of tribe. To his mother and on her sisters as with its pilots later, he will lavish same over-protection: " And when my planes leave, it is like my chicks. And I am anxious until TSF announced to me their passage at the following stopover (...) And I am ready to leave to research stray the ".

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