..". I appeal to you, my so Accept this gift of your father Michel Nostradamus I hope that I have revealed everything to you, in each Prophecy of these quatrains. I pray to the immortal Lord that he may grant you a long life, happiness and prosperity. "March 1, 1555, Michel Nostradamus. Chapter twoMICHEL December 14, 1503 in the town of Saint-Remy, in the province of Provence in France, in the family of a notary Jacques Nostradamus, a boy was born.The notary called the baby Michel, as the corresponding record was made and signed by the priest.The boy grew up curious and agile, quickly learned to read, and already in his seven years, surprisingly learned aunts and uncles, read and wrote tolerably well. There was no shortage of relatives, little Michel. Grandpa, and there were five celebrities. Of them: two doctors, one astrologer, a mathematician, and the fifth grandfather philosopher. The philosopher lectured in the city of Montpellier, and when it was time for the holidays and all the students were leaving, he went to his nephew Jacques in Saint-Remy. Many tales told Michel grandfather. Often they fished late and returned home when the moon was shining brightly and the stars in the sky blinked merrily gazing at them from above. In order not to bore a young mind, the professor talked about the heavenly bodies subordinate to the strict divine laws of the universe and said that the time would come and Michelle would learn to recognize constellations and know the laws by which they move, are born and die. The elder brother of his grandfather Michel was at the court of the reigning Louis. He was very rare, and Michel practically did not know him. The academic environment contributed to the fact that the young man without any difficulty graduated from elementary school in Avignon, and at the age of nineteen he entered the University of Montpellier at the Faculty of Medicine. Without much difficulty I passed the exams and already in the lobby of the university, looking for my name on the lists of applicants, I heard behind my back: - Lucky!Michel turned to see a poorly dressed guy with a bundle in his hand.- So I say, lucky! - bravely looking into the eyes of Michel, said the guy. He kept openly straight. Hard facial features, volitional chin and early wrinkles on the forehead.- Michel! - Nostradamus held out his hand to meet him."Gerard," the guy said, not giving up."I know that philosophy is taught here by your relative, professor."- So what of it?- And the fact that people like you pass, and we have no place.- What is your last name? - asked Michel.