“The Hunchback of Notre-Dame”

Recently I read the book titled “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame” of French Romanticism author Victor Hugo. A lot of people know the animated film of Walt Disney. Maybe fewer people know the world-class musical. But few know the true story which is presented in that book. For me personnaly, it's a very sad book despite there are the funny moments which made me laugh. There are a lot of unhappy persons. 
First of all, Quasimodo, he looks like a monster but his soul is good and beautiful. When he loves, he is able to sacrifice everything. People make the jokes of him and he suffers terribly. The one place where he can find the asylum is the cathedral. I was deeply touched by this character. 
The second person who is unhappy is Esmeralda. She dreams about finding her parents. She suffer a lot too because she is confined and she can't be with her love – Phoebus. I didn't like her because she was annoying me with her naivety for a man.
There was also a morose man Claude Frollo. He is a priest but he can not overpower the passion and the love for Esmeralda. He is able to kill because of jelousy of his beloved who rejects him. When does it a few times, he lets her to die. 
The last unhappy character was the mother of Esmeralda. Her daughter -  everything what she had - was kindapped and she wasn't able to reconcile with a loss during fifteen years. When finally she fish up her daugher, she must loose her one more time because Esmeralda is sentenced to death. She scene where mother is crying terribly, defending her daughter and finally is dying was touching a heart.  
I didn't expect that the end of the book will be like that. The closing scene was very calm but tragic. 
“As for the mysterious disappearance of Quasimodo, this is all that we have been able to discover. About eighteen months or two years after the events which terminate this story, when search was made in that cavern for the body of Olivier lé Daim, who had been hanged two days previously, and to whom Charles VIII. had granted the favor of being buried in Saint Laurent, in better company, they found among all those hideous carcasses two skeletons, one of which held the other in its embrace. One of these skeletons, which was that of a woman, still had a few strips of a garment which had once been white, and around her neck was to be seen a string of adrézarach beads with a little silk bag ornamented with green glass, which was open and empty. These objects were of so little value that the executioner had probably not cared for them. The other, which held this one in a close embrace, was the skeleton of a man. It was noticed that his spinal column was crooked, his head seated on his shoulder blades, and that one leg was shorter than the other. Moreover, there was no fracture of the vertebrae at the nape of the neck, and it was evident that he had not been hanged. Hence, the man to whom it had belonged had come thither and had died there. When they tried to detach the skeleton which he held in his embrace, he fell to dust”.
I am happy that I read this book and I knew a real version of this oeuvre. I would higly recommend it.