I go to the universuti

I GO TO UNIVERSITY

My name is Frankenstein- Victor Frankenstein. I was born in 1870 In the beautiful city of Geneva, in Switzerland. My father and my mother loved me very much and my early life was happy. My younger brother, William, was born when I was twelve years old.
Two years later, my dear Elizabeth came to live with us. She was the daughter of my father’s best friend. WhenElizabeth’s parents died, Elizabeth came to live with us in our house. I loved her from that time.
I was a good pupil at school and always came first in the examinations. I was always interested in science. I Wanted to learn about human life. I wanted to learn more in order to help people. I wanted to make their lives better.
When I was eighteen, my mother died. Before she died, my mother spoketo Elizabeth and myself.
“My children” she said, “I hope that a one day you will marry. Then you, my dear Elizabeth, can you look after little William.
My mother looked at me and smiled.
“My dear Victor, the family hopes that you will do great things”, she said. “Soon you are going to the University. I know you will work hard. Perhaps, one day, you will be famous. You have been a good sonand I can die happy.”
I cried when my mother died. But now I am glad that she is dead. My work has brought death and sadness to the world. Because of me, the people I loved have died.
Three weeks after my mother’s death, I left Geneva I goes to study at the Great German University of Heidelberg.
I spent my last evening in Geneva with my friend Henry Clerval. “You are lucky, Victor, “Henrysaid. “I would go with you. But my father wants me to work in the family business. You will become a doctor or a professor. Your work will be known all over the world” we shall always be friends, Henry, I told him. I shall see you soon. We shall be together again in holidays. Write to me soon, Victor, “Henry said. Of course, I answered. In the morning, I said goodbye to my father, toElizabeth ant to my little brother, William. I was sorry to leave home. But I wanted to go to the University. I wanted to study and to learn everything. How I wish that I had never left Geneva.

THE SECRET OF LIFE

But I wanted to go to the University. I worked hard and my professors were very place with me. I studied science chemistry and medicine. I wanted to learn everything about the humanbody. I also wanted to learn about the mind of man.
Most of all I wanted to learn the secret of life. What was the difference between a living person and a dead body? Why did a dead body turn to dust? Could a dead man come alive again?
I worked hard to find the answers to these questions. I read many old books; the writers said it was possible to create life. They said was possible to makea dead man live again. But the writers didn’t say how it could be done.
I lived in a house en the old part of the city. I had a laboratory there where I worked alone. No one knew what I was doing. In the evenings, I read en my library. Sometimes I did not sleep all night. The months passed and I forgot about my family and my friends. I had only one thought I wanted to find the secret oflife.
I went to hospitals and watched men dying. I listened to their cries. I watched their bodies grow old and ugly. I paid men to steal bodies from graveyards. These men dug up the bodies from the ground. They brought them to my laboratory at night. I cut up the bodies. Everywhere I smelt death – death and blood.
People were frightened of me, but I did not care. I knew that death thatthe death would change them. Their blood would stop moving. Their skin would become wrinkled and yellow. I wanted to help them. I was working hard to find the secret of life.
I bought blood from living men. Was the secret of life in the blood? I looked at men is brains. Soft and grey. Was the secret of life there?
Them, one night, there was a terrible storm. The sky was covered with black...