Reading 『Notre Dame de Paris』 in one volume
Meet 『Notre Dame de Paris』 as a novel.


This is the first volume of "Modern Classics for Youth" for young people who are encountering classic originals for the first time.
Set against the backdrop of the medieval Notre Dame Cathedral, this is Victor Hugo's masterpiece that reflects on the fundamental nature of humanity that transcends time and society through the fateful drama unfolding among the people of a certain era.
This voluminous novel, full of lengthy descriptions and medieval gore, has been translated into a single volume so that it can be easily read by young readers and general readers who are familiar with modern novels.


This is the fourth revised edition of a book that has been consistently loved by young people and general readers since its translation by two French literature scholars, Lee Chan-gyu (Professor at Soongsil University) and Park A-reum (Professor at Konyang University) in 2005.
We have preserved the concise sentences of the great novelist Victor Hugo, while also refining them into solid Korean so that you can fully experience the unique emotion of the novel by preserving the moving narrative the author weaves.
In particular, considering the importance of media literacy education that is emerging these days, we have included a 'Comparative Commentary on Musical Works' as an appendix to enable a three-dimensional comparison of the novel and the musical 'Notre Dame de Paris'.

But at the same time, the blind man began to walk faster, the lame man jumped up, and the lame man, holding his crutches upside down, followed him.
Gringoire was startled and started running.
The blind ran, the lame ran, and the crippled ran.
As I ran into the alley, I saw a swarm of people who looked like snails crawling through mud.
Some were crawling out of the basement ventilation windows, while others were rolling around in the mud, screaming.
--- p.45

She looked down at the floor, panting.
Her appearance produced a peculiar effect among the high-ranking ladies.
Because she was so beautiful.
She looked even more beautiful as she entered the dark living room, like a torch that had been placed in bright sunlight and then moved into the darkness.
The women did not exchange a single word with each other, but they immediately formed a front against her, who was more beautiful than them.

--- p.84

There was something about this sight that was difficult for modern readers to understand: a kind of inexplicable vertigo, a kind of indescribable, intense fascination.
All geometric shapes, from triangles to trapezoids, from cones to polyhedra, have appeared in the human face.
Imagine, moreover, the kaleidoscope of distorted humanity, in which the forms of all ages and all kinds of beasts appear one after another, from the wrinkles of a child to the wrinkles of a dying old woman, from the snout of a wild boar to the beak of a bird.

--- p.28

Indeed, the faces were so strangely distorted that the other candidates in the contest had no choice but to admit their defeat.
The nose was square and horseshoe-shaped, the left eye was dented and covered by a red eyebrow that grew like a weed, and the right eye was completely covered by a large wart.
The teeth were sparsely missing, the rest were jagged, and one of them protruded above the upper lip like an elephant's molar.
And above all the strangeness, there was an indescribable malice, surprise, and sadness.
--- p.22

Now my whole body is shaking and I can't come to my senses.
I, a doctor, made a mockery of scholarship; I, ​​a nobleman, abandoned my surname; I, a priest, filled the Mass with obscene thoughts.
It's all because of you who captivated me.
I now feel that a decisive moment is drawing near for us.
If you don't have pity on me and yourself, I will soon fall to the ground.

--- p.177

If Quasimodo had wanted to pull him out of the abyss, all he had to do was extend his hand.
But he didn't even look at the bride.
He was looking at an Egyptian woman.
The deaf man leaned his elbow on the spot where the archbishop had been moments before, never taking his eyes off her, the only object of his existence at that moment.
He remained motionless, as if struck by lightning, and did not even open his mouth.
Only a single tear flowed quietly from his one eye.

--- p.201