And another book is gone ...
Good evening to you tenacious players (as long as we're still ...). This time the dear good
Anton Chekhov gave me some very interesting stories.
"The Duel" is one of the best stories I have read in our project. The protagonist, Lajevskij, lives with his lover, who left her husband to live permanently with her beloved. What fascinated me is the great impatience that Lajevskij begins to feel for the woman.
not stand her, she's with gruff, easy-going and then finally almost numb. For its part, the woman seems to love him in a sense (even though a love a bit 'too idealized), but in the meantime can see that to betray a bit' with whoever happens ...
Ultimately, Lajevskij ignoring the poor woman, until such time as the catches in the act.
Now, I want to emphasize that man wanted nothing more than to get rid of his mistress, became for him a presence become obnoxious, but then something changes in him:
"... with eyes hanging in his face, he realized that this unhappy woman, this woman fall for him was the only person dear, intimate and irreplaceable."
O_O But if that was not plotting an escape to get rid of her?!
Maybe I'll be trivial (although my limited experience tells me that you hide in the banality often great wisdom), but I tend to think that she has acquired a value when Lajevskij saw her in the arms of another . But on the other hand is an instinct that we have in the genes. Since children do not do that snub toys, which seem beautiful when taken by other small hands.
's so for lovers?
I think so. The sense of possession often takes precedence over reason.
And in this case, I think that Lajevskij back to her lover would be a terribly wrong move, but the territory was marked, not abandoned, as a pioneer who has conquered their land, not lease the new factor.
Tenacity? Wounded pride? Aggressive therapy?
And then in another story ("The Tale of a Stranger") appear in another quote on the thorny issue of horns
"If one day I were to get married for the second time, and you jump in the crib put the horns, take care to do so in me so that I do not fully realize. E 'would be more honest to betray a man who habitually ruin the ride of life and reputation. "
We understood the point of view of Chekhov infidelity: ultimately better not to know.
First, because that was never taken by an overwhelming sadness mixed with pride, we reject them headlong into a story already dead and, secondly, the question we would look at the fools with the 360 \u200b\u200b° circle of friends.
I, my dear, I think that Anton (Checov. ....) .. now is my friend has left us a pearl of wisdom.
I end this post with a wonderful quote from the story "The Privy Councillor"
"She broke into tears and laughed, in one of those fights between tears and laughter, which always reminded me fan the palpitations and the crackling of a candle flame alive when there spruzzan above water .
Anton here becomes a real painter of words.
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