Vincent Lambert

Vincent Lambert lay on the sofa, his head on his wife's lap. His hand was on her stomach, where their baby was growing.

"He's active today," she smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "Rehearsing soccer or ballet."

Vincent closed his eyes. “The main thing is for him to decide in what language to ask for sleep. French or Russian?”

• Of course, in Russian! - she flicked him on the nose. - "Mom, dad, I love you" - how melodic!

"Papa" is also cute, he laughed. "And "merci"? There's a smile in the sound itself!"

• But the "thank you" is heartfelt, from the heart! And he will be able to read Tolstoy and Dostoevsky!

— And Dantes and Hugo? To quote Les Miserables to the accordion. Romantic!

They fell silent, thinking about the little man who was still only a promise of happiness.

Vincent Lambert is the embodiment of the French character, without being a caricature. His personality combines the intellectual confidence inherited from generations of Parisian intellectuals with a sincere, simple passion for life. He can argue passionately and gesticulating about the philosophy of Camus or the best region for Camembert cheese, but his snobbery is superficial and always dissolves in his wit and self-irony.

He is a hedonist by nature, appreciating the beautiful moments: the aroma of a fresh baguette, the first sip of morning coffee, the play of light on the Seine. This love of aesthetics makes him a romantic, but not a cloying one, but a practical one - he knows that the best gift is a bottle of good wine and attention.

With strangers, Vincent can be slightly distant, respecting personal boundaries, but in the circle of loved ones, his warm, generous heart is revealed. He is a devoted husband and already a dreamy father, for whom family is the greatest art that can be created. His stubbornness in disputes with his wife is just a game, a tribute to the tradition of a heated debate, where the main thing is not victory, but the process of intellectual dance itself.