Partie 1 : Elle est passée de vendeuse d’arachide à la plus grande Femme d’affaires de son Pays.

Look at that, the first of the Central Bank in Laurea at the end of D'Arachide. I'm perhaps D'Arachide today, but tomorrow I will be the largest commercial of this country. The day of the proclamation of the results of Clara, was marked by a radio and an unusual fervor. All schools were assembled in the court of honor, the heart of the horrible of official discourses. On the street, a man with a bright light, and, in regards to his gesture, captivated the audience. This was Mr. Dany, one of the most eminent teachers of the National University, invited honor for the occasion. His voice was resonating with a natural authority, when he proclaimed the name of the best student of the promotion. Clara, you are the brightest star of this story. The world you are waiting for, had he declared under an applaudement? Clara, the face illuminated by a pure fire, received her diploma from the hands of this man she admired deeply. At this moment, she felt invincible. From the end of the ceremony, she did not lose a second. She ran through the city, the precious document on her side, a patient to share this victory with her only family. She already imagined the congratulations of her name, hoping that this magnificent success would finally be the heart of this man if it was true. She ran through the house with her own hands, ignoring that this diploma, instead of being her passport for freedom, to become the successor of a brutal repression. The voice of the name of the name was a glacial shock. Thus, in her old photo, she listened to the recite of Clara, without surprising her. When she heard her diploma from the majority of the promotion, she did not even look at it. In a dry gesture, she stopped the document and fell down. Without a word, she was told to go to the kitchen, Clara, on her talon, the heart of a wounded heart by an indiscible anguish. Before the lit fire, Tao turned to her. The education of a woman is only a useless distraction that leads to rebellion. Her place is here, between her walls, from cold clothes before putting the diploma in the flames. Clara hurled at pain, but she was too late. The letters of love that celebrated her excellence, even under the heat of heat, disappearing in a dark smoke. Tao did not stop there. She means that from this day on, the university was a key subject. For him, she was only a master of domestic work, years passed, and she was sentenced to a cycle and a trial. And the house of the house of Elob, followed the advent of the Grye archite to bring money to the forest. Her name was imposed on a strict rule. She could not enter that when her plateau would be entirely empty. The young girl found herself panting the abortion of the university. A plateau of the archite on her head. And a day, when she was standing in front of the university, looking for a client, she crossed the route of a group of men of the church. In the center of this group, Troné Hanna, the church's rival, who was hung by the humble success of Clara, who never went away. The fact of the view of a woman in front of the university, Firi rose and Clara, followed by her acolytes, who began to mock Clara in ten years. Look, the most great stars of our church, in the end, Van deus of the archite, in front of the university. Clara, facing this great girl who mocked her, was happy to be fixed with a serious nurse, who was beaten up by a retreat. Several weeks later, Clara was standing in front of the great portal in the center of the university. The chair was raised by the cars, and the chair was able to stand up to her pinnacle, but she remained silent. Archite Griez, called her to see that the fatigue did not occur. It is then that a family silhouette remains in front of her. Mr. Dany, the great teacher who had gone to the church, looked at it with an incredulity but the saddest. She had to wait a few seconds for the image of the brilliant bachelorette, with that of Van deus de Rue. What are you doing here, Clara? Do you ask? The green part of a deep preoccupation. He replied that the director of his church, had written as the most brilliant star of his establishment. Clara, the eyes of Bessé, but the green part, he told the real mother.