The Fall of the House of Usher (La Chute de la maison Usher)

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER

based on stories by Edgar A. Poe

sick... worried...

my wife Madeline...

"I need someone to drive me to Usher tonight. "

In the nearly decaying manor-house,

Slr Roderick kept his wife Madeline in a strange seclusion,

dominating her through his tyrannical disposition.

"No. I would not make my horse take a step further

for all your Lordship's gold."

The oppressive melancholy of USHER'S surroundings seemed supernatural.

"The doctor."

The illness of Lady Madeline, Roderick Usher's wife,

baffled the skill of her physician.

As a result of a curious hereditary flaw,

every Usher devoted himself to painting the portrait of his wife.

"It is there that she is alive."

"My dear Roderick, you are burning with fever."

"Her Grace is feeling tired and begs you to excuse her from the table. "

"It is there that she is alive."

Roderick was seized again by his strange impulse to paint.

His only thought was to be alone with Madeline, his sole model.

How could he get rid of his visiting and now unwelcome friend?

Twisted as by a tempest, the Usher's ancestral past weighed upon Roderick,

who was the last survivor of the race, with all the weight of his heredity.

"My dear and only friend, I am touched by your concern.

"But you too must take care of yourself.

"A few steps outside will do you good before you go to bed. "

Roderick's brush was like a magic wand.

Each stroke gave more life to the portrait while making Madeline more pallid,