Wednesday, September 19, 2012

RUMPELSTILTZKIN


RUMPELSTILTZKIN

            There was once upon a time a poor miller who had a very beautiful daughter. Now, it happened one day that he had an audience with the king, and in order to appear a person of some importance he told him that he had a daughter who could spin straw  into gold. “Now that is a talent worth having,” said the king to the miller. “If your daughter is a clever as you say, bring her to my palace tomorrow.”

            When the girl came he led her into a room full of straw, gave her a spinning wheel and spindle, and said, “Now set to work and spin all night till early dawn, and if by that time you have not spun the straw into gold you shall die.”

            Then he closed the door behind him and left her alone inside.

            So the poor miller’s daughter sat down and did not know what in the world she was to do. She had not the least idea of how to miserable that she began to cry. Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped a tiny little man who said: “Good evening, Miss-Miller-maid. Why are you crying so bitterly?” “Oh”, answered the girl, “I have to spin straw into gold and I haven’t a notion how it is done.”

            What will you give me if I spin it for you?” asked the manikin. “My necklace,” replied the girl. The little man took the necklace, sat himself down at the wheel, and whir, whir, whir, the wheel went round three times, and the bobbin was full. Then he put on another, and whir, whir, whir the wheel went round three times, and the second too was full. And so it went on till the morning, when all the straw was spun away, and all the bobbins were full of gold.

            As soon as the sun rose the king came, and when he perceived the gold he was astonished and delighted, but he was only more greedy than ever for the precious metal. he had the miller’s daughter put into another room full of straw, much bigger than he first, and bade her, if she valued her life, spin it all into gold before the following morning.

            The girl did not know what to do and began to cry. Then the door opened as before, and the tiny little man appeared, and said: “What will you give me if I spin the straw into gold for you?” “The ring from my finger,” said the girl. The manikin took the ring, and whir! Round went the spinning wheel again, and when morning broke he had spun all the straw into glittering gold. The king was pleased beyond measure at the sight, but he was still not satisfied, and he had the miller’s daughter brought into a yet bigger room full of straw.

            “You must spin all this away in the night,” he said,”but if you succeed this time, you shall become my wife.” She’s only a miller’s daughter, he thought, but I could not find richer wife if I were to search the whole world over.

When the girl was alone the little man appeared for the third time, and said, “What will you give me if I spin the straw for you once again?” “I’ve nothing more to give,” answered the girl. “Then promise me when you are queen to give me your first child.”          Who knows what may happen before that, thought the miller’s daughter, and besides, she saw no other way out of it. So she promised the manikin what he demanded, and set to work once more and spun the straw into gold. When the king came in the morning and found everything as he had desired, he straightaway made her his wife, and the miller’s daughter became a queen.

            When a year had passed a beautiful son was born to her, and she thought no more of the little man, till all of a sudden one day, he stepped into her room, and said, “Now give me what you promised.” The queen was in a great state, and offered the little man all the riches in her kingdom if he would only leave her the child.

            But the manikin said, “No, a living creature is deared to me than all the treasures in the world.” Then the queen began to cry and sob so bitterly that the little man was sorry for her, and said: “I’ll give you three days to guess my name, and if you find it out in that time you may keep your child.’

            Then the queen pondered the whole night over all of the names she had ever heard and sent a message to scour the land and to pick up far and near any names he should come across. When the little man arrived on the following day she began with Kasper, Melchoir, Belshazaar, and all the other names she knew, but at each one the manikin called out,”That’s not my name”.  The next day, she sent to inquire the names of all the people in the neighborhood abd had a long list of the most uncommon and extraordinary for the little man.

            “Is your name, perhaps, Sheepshanks, Cruickshanks, Spindleshanks?” But he always replied, “That is not my name.”

            On the third day the messenger returned and announced: “I have not been able to find any new names; but as I came upon a high hill round the corner of the wood, where the foxes and hares bid each other good night, I saw a little house, and infront of the house burned a fire, and round the fire sprang the ugliest little man, hopping on one les and crying:

            “Tomorrow I brew, today I bake,

            And then the child away I’ll take.

            For little deems my royal dame

            That Rumpelstiltskin is my name!”

            Imagine the queen’s delight  at hearing the name, and when the lttle man stepped in shortly afterward and asked, “Now, my Lady Queen, what is my name?” she asked first:

            “Is your name Conrad?”

            “No”

            “Is your name Harry?’

            “No.”

            “Is your name, perhaps, Rumpelstiltskin?”

            “Some demons has told you that! Some demon has told you that!” screamed the little man, and in his rage he drove his right foot so far into the ground that it sank in up to his waist. Then in passion he seized the left foot with both hands and tore himself in two.

LAZY JACK: Summary


LAZY JACK: Summary

            Once upon a time there was a boy whose name was Jack, and he and his mother lived in a little house on a common.

            They were very poor, and the mother earned her living by spinning. Jack, however, was so lazy that he would do nothing but bask in the sun in the hot weather and sit by the corner of the hearth in the winter-time. Because of this, they called him “Lazy Jack”.

            His mother could not get him to do anything for her; so at last she told him that if he did not begin to work for his porridge he would have to go out into the world and earn his living as he could.

            This roused Jack, and he went out and hired himself for the next day to a neighboring farmer for a penny. But as he was on his way home, never having had any money before, he lost it in passing over a brook.

            When he reached home and his mother found out what had happened, she said:”You stupid boy, you should have put it in your pocket.”

            “I’ll do so another time,” replied Jack.

            Well, the next day Jack went out again and hired himself to a cow keeper, who gave him a jar of milk for his day’s work. Jack took the jar and put it into the large pocket of his jacket, spilling it all long before he reached home.

            ‘Dear me,” said his mother; “you should have carried it on you head.” “I’ll do so another time,: said Jack. So the following day Jack hired himself to a farmer, who agrees to give him a cream cheese for his services. In the evening Jack took the cream cheese and went home with it on his head.

            By the time he reached home, the cheese was all spoilt, part of it being lost and part dripping down over his face.

            “You stupid lad,” said his mother, “you should have carried it carefully in your hands.”

            “I’ll do so another time,” replied Jack. Now the next day Jack went out and hired himself to a baker, who would give him nothing for his work but a large tom-cat. Jack took the cat and began carrying it very carefully in his hands, but in a short time pussy scratched him so much that he was compelled to let it go.

            When he reached home, his mother said to him: “You silly fellow, you should have tied it with a string and dragged it along after you.”

            “I’ll do so another time,” said Jack. So on the following day Jack hired himself to a butcher who rewarded him by the handsome present of a shoulder of mutton.

            Jack took the mutton, tied it to a string, and trailed it along after him in the dirt, so that by the time  he reached home the meat was completely spoilt.

            By this time his mother was quite out of patience with him, for the next day was Sunday, and she was obliged to do with cabbage for her dinner.

            “You heedless boy,” said she to her son; “You should have carried it on your shoulder.”

            “I’ll do so another time,” replied Jack.

            Well, on Monday Jack went once more and hired himself to a cattle keeper, who gave him a donkey for his trouble. Now, though Jack was strong, he found it hard to hoist the donkey on his shoulders, but at last he did it, and began walking home slowly with his prize. It so happened that on his way home he passed a house where a rich man lived with his only daughter, a beautiful girl, but who had never laughed in her life, and so her father said that the man who could make her laugh could marry her.

            Now this young lady happened to be looking out of the window when Jack was passing by with the donkey on his shoulders. The poor beast with its legs sticking up in the air was kicking hard and heehawing with all its might.

            Well, the sight was so comical that she burst out into a great fit of laughter. Her father was overjoyed and kept his promise by marrying her to Jack,  who was then rich gentleman. They lived in a great house and Jack’s mother lived with them in great happiness for the rest of her days.

Friday, September 14, 2012

NEW INSPIRING STORIES: SUMMARIZED


The Raven and the Swan: Summary

A raven saw a swan and desired to secure for himself the same plumage. Supposing the swan’s splendid white color arose from his washing in the water in which he swam, the raven left the altars in the neighborhood where he picked up his living, and took up residence in the lakes and pools. But cleansing his feathers as often as he would, he could not change their color, while through want of food he perished.

The Fox and the Crow: Summary

            A crow, having stolen a bit of meat, perched in a tree and held it in her beak. A fox, seeing this, longed to possess the meat himself, and by a wily trick succeeded. “How handsome the crow is,” he exclaimed, “and in the beauty of her shape and in the fairness of upon her complexion! Oh, if her voice were only equal to her beauty, she would deservedly be considered the Queen of Birds!” This he said deceitfully; but the crow, anxious to refute the reflection cast upon her voice, set up a loud caw and dropped the flesh. The fox quickly picked it up, and thus addresses the crow: “My good crow, your voice is right enough, but your wit is wanting.”

The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe: Summary

The narrator is a man who lives in the home of an older gentleman. He begins the story by explaining several things about himself. He tells the reader that he is not mad but nervous. He has very keen senses; he can see and hear things that others cannot. He loves the old man. To prove that he is sane, he states that he will tell his story very calmly.

The narrator has a problem with the old man’s eye. He describes it as pale blue with a film over it. The sight of the eye makes the narrator so uncomfortable that he must destroy it and the man. He takes care of the old man and treats him respectfully. However, at midnight for the past seven days, he has been opening the door to the old man’s room and watching him ever so carefully. He has been devising a plan to get rid of the eye forever. On the eighth night, the narrator enters the room which is a black as black can be. For an hour, he does not move. He realizes that the old man has been awake all this time and is sitting up in his bed. Then the narrator opens a small crack in the lantern which shines a single ray on the eye. With a loud scream, the narrator leaps into the room. The old man shrieks, and the narrator is upon him. He throws the old man to the floor and places the heavy bed upon him.

It takes some time before the old man stops breathing. The narrator places his hand on the old man’s heart and realizes that it has stopped beating. Now he must get rid of the body. He removes some planks from the floor of the bedroom and places the body there. He carefully replaces the boards, so that no one would suspect any foul play. All of a sudden, he hears knocking at the door. It is 4 a.m. Who could it be? The narrator opens the door and sees that it is the police. A neighbor has heard a shriek and has called them. The narrator invites them into the bedroom and even goes so far as to place chairs directly over the spot where the body is concealed.

The police sit down and make themselves comfortable. After some time, the narrator wishes that they would leave. He feels himself getting pale, his head is aching, and he hears a ringing in his ears. He becomes anxious, begins speaking in a heightened voice, and paces back and forth. The noise in his ears becomes louder and louder; he thinks he hears the beating of a heart. The narrator can’t take it any more. He screams to the police that he has done the deed and tells them to tear up the planks.

The Three Sisters’ Wishes: Summary

Once upon a time, there was a young sultan, who was fond of putting on disguise and seeking adventures in all parts of the city. Passing down a lonely street, the sultan heard women’s voices in loud discussion: and peeping through a crack in the door, he saw three sisters explaining what sort of men they wished to marry.

“I ask nothing better,” cried the eldest, “than to have the sultan’s baker for a husband.” She thought of being able to eat all the delicious bread that was meant for the sultan alone.

Feeling challenged, the second sister said, “I should be quite content with the sultan’s head cook. I could feast upon delicious stews and have the sultan’s bread into the bargain.” She was excited, for she thought she proved her taste was better than that of her older sister.

It was now the youngest sister’s turn. She was by far the most beautiful of the three; and had more sense than the other two. “As for me,” she said, “I should take an even higher flight; and if we are to wish for husbands, nothing less that the sultan himself will do for me.”

The sultan was so amused by the conversation he had overheard, that he decided to fulfill their wishes. He commanded his officers to bring the ladies into his presence right away.

“You,” the sultan said, turning to the youngest, “who desired to have me for a husband shall be satisfied this very day. And you,” he added, addressing himself to the other two,”shall be married at the same moment to my baker and to my chief cook.”

When the sultan had finished speaking the three sisters were very scared of being punished because of what they had wished. The youngest flung herself at his feet, and faltered, “Oh, Sire, since you know my foolish words, believe, I pray you, that they were only said in joke. I am unworthy of the honor you give me-please forgive my boldness.” The sultan said, “Do not be afraid, for I have not the slightest intention of giving you pain.” The other sisters also tried to excuse themselves, but the sultan would hear none of it. “No, no,” he said, “my mind is made up. Your wishes shall be granted.”

A couple of days after the big wedding, the two older sisters became displeased that they fell into a jealous passion.

The Masque of the Red Death: Summary

In the land of Prince Prospero, a terrible sickness, known as the Red Death, was sweeping across his kingdom. Many people had been afflicted with the illness and had died. Prince Prospero had a taste for the bizarre and magnificent. His castle was very grand and most unusual. It contained seven apartments, arranged in a maze from east to west. Each apartment was a different color-blue, purple, green, orange, white, violet and black. The stained glass windows, as well as all the furnishings, matched the color of the room, except for the black room. In the black room, the windows were red, and on one wall was a giant ebony clock.

To escape the outside world, Prince Prospero invited one thousand friends to his castle. As soon as they arrived, his servants were told to bolt all the doors which led into and out of the castle. He wanted to make sure that in his world of the castle, no one would come in contact with the Red Death.

Six months later, he decided to throw a huge party for his friends. It was a masquerade party where masks and wild costumes were required. The prince provided entertainment, dancers, singers, and musicians for the guests’ pleasure.

The guests are having a grand time at the masquerade party. They make their way from room to room. There is one room in which they will not go. It is the black room with the giant ebony clock. As each hour passes, the clock strikes, and the guests become motionless. When the chimes cease, the party begins again.

At the stroke of twelve, many become aware of a masked figure which they have not noticed before. The figure is tall and bony, wearing burial clothing. Covering his face is a mask, speckled with red dots, that resembles a corpse. Prince Prospero is outraged upon seeing this intruder. As the intruder runs from room to room, the prince follows closely. None of his guests are part of the chase. They are too afraid of the masked figure.

Finally, the chase comes to an end in the black room. The prince, with drawn dagger, approaches the figure. Suddenly, he drops the dagger and falls dead. The guests seize the figure that seems to disappear into thin air. One by one they drop to their death, and the ebony clock will chime no more.

The Monkey’s Paw: Summary

Mr. White and his son Herbert are playing chess on a cold, dark, rainy night. Mrs. White is keeping busy, knitting in front of the fireplace. They are expecting a guest, Sergeant Major Morris. He has an interesting story to tell. While he was in India, an old beggar gave him a monkey’s paw. The paw had a spell put on it by a man who believed that fate ruled people’s lives. Three men could have three wishes from it. Sergeant Major Morris was the second man who had the paw. When asked whether his wishes had been granted, the sergeant’s face turned white. He believes that the paw is evil and throws it into the fire. Mr. White retrieves the paw and puts it into his pocket.

The sergeant leaves and Mr. White makes his first wish. It is for money. The paw moves in his hand, twisting like a snake, but no money appears. Father and son sit down by the fire. The wind blows furiously, and the sound of a banging door is heard. Then Mr. White retires to their bedroom while Herbert sits alone in the dark by the fire. As he gazes into the fire, he sees horrible faces staring back at him. Alarmed, he grabs hold of the paw and goes upstairs to bed.

 The next morning is a beautiful winter morning, with the sun streaming through the kitchen window. The Whites are having breakfast. Herbert leaves for work, and shortly thereafter, Mrs. White notices a strange man outside the house. The man appears nervous and undecided about whether to enter the house. Hesitantly, he enters but remains silent. He finally tells the Whites the nature of his business. He has come from Herbert’s work with some bad news. Herbert had a terrible accident! He was critically injured by the machinery. He gives the whites some money to pay for funeral services, the exact amount that Mr. White wished for on the previous night.

The Whites are speechless; their son is gone. After many days, Mrs. White has an idea. Why not make a second wish? Later that evening, she convinces her husband to wish their son alive. As they lie in bed in darkness, they hear strange sounds coming from downstairs. Mr. White cautiously creeps down the stairs. All of a sudden, they hear loud knocking at the door. Mrs. White races to the door while Mr. White searches frantically for the paw. He finds it and makes his third and final wish. The knocking ceases, the door opens, and all that is visible is a street light on a quiet, deserted road.

Friday, August 31, 2012

"God Sees The Truth, But Waits": A Summary

This story is really amazing!, Read and be Blessed!

The protagonist of Leo Tolstoy's short story "God Sees The Truth, But Waits" is a carefree young man named Ivan Dmitrich Aksionov. The fact that he is, at the beginning of the story, so carefree should serve as fair warning that he will not be this way long. We are further warned of storm clouds on the horizon of Aksionov's life when his wife -- also young, also beautiful, but more aware of life's uncertainties -- tells him she has had a bad dream about him, and asks him not to go to the Nizhny Fair, where he plans to sell his wares. He laughs at her and goes anyway. But we know, from these first seven paragraphs of Tolstoy's little tale, that things will not go well with Aksionov from that moment on.

Disaster doesn't surface immediately. Halfway to the fair, Aksionov stops at an inn for the night and winds up sharing a cup of tea with another merchant whom he knows slightly. The two merchants go to bed in adjoining rooms. In the morning Aksionov gets up, pays his bill, and gets back on the road. But twenty-five miles later he is overtaken by soldiers, who question him about his activities the previous night.

Aksionov finally asks him why they are treating him as if he's committed a crime, and he is informed that the merchant with whom he spent the previous evening has been found murdered and his goods plundered. When the soldiers search Aksionov's bags, they find a bloody knife.

Predictably, Aksionov is arrested, tried, and convicted of murder. His wife is able to see him one time before he is exiled to Siberia; after rousing herself from a dead faint at the sight of him in shackles and chains, she asks him whatever possessed him to murder the stranger on the way to the fair. His own wife doesn't believe he is innocent.

In Siberia, Aksionov is such a model prisoner that the other convicts call him "The Saint," and come to him with their problems and disputes. His life is hard but bearable until a new prisoner, Makar Semyonich, comes into the camp twenty-six years later. Aksionov learns that the new man comes from the same home town as Aksionov himself. Makar Semyonich knows Aksionov's sons well; they are rich and successful merchants, even though it is said their father is a convict in Siberia. That is the good news. The bad news is that Makar Semyonich reveals himself to be none other than the true perpetrator of the crime for which Aksionov is now serving a life sentence.
 
Aksionov is now torn by conflict. Here is the man responsible for Aksionov's twenty-six years of misery! Yet what good would come from revealing him to be the murderer now? The conflict is made even more acute when Makar Semyonich attempts to tunnel out of prison and his tunnel is discovered. The prisoners are assembled and asked to reveal who had dug the hole. This is the perfect opportunity for Aksionov to have his revenge on Makar Semyonich - but he cannot do it. Again, what would be gained? The damage to Aksionov's life has already been done, and no good can come of making someone else's life worse.

In private that evening, Makar Semyonich comes to Aksionov and begs his forgiveness. "When they flogged me with the knout it was not so hard to bear as it is to see you now...yet you had pity on me, and did not tell. For Christ's sake forgive me, wretch that I am!" But Aksionov says that forgiveness is not his to give, but God's, and "God will forgive you....Maybe I am a hundred times worse than you."

Lazarus and the Rich Man

      There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day. And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.

    And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

    But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime received thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou would send him to my father's house:

     For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment.Abraham saith unto him, They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them And he said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead, they will repent. And he said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.

The Prodigal Son: Summary


The Prodigal Son - Story Summary:

The story of the Prodigal Son, also known as the Parable of the Lost Son, follows the parables of the Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin. Jesus is responding to the Pharisees' complaint: "This man welcomes sinners and eats with them."
Jesus tells the story of a man who has two sons. The younger son asks his father to give him his portion of the family estate as an early inheritance. Once received, the son promptly sets off on a long journey to a distant land and begins to waste his fortune on wild living. When the money runs out, a severe famine hits the country and the son finds himself in dire circumstances. He takes a job feeding pigs. He is so destitute that he even longs to eat the food assigned to the pigs.
The young man finally comes to his senses, remembering his father. In humility, he recognizes his foolishness, decides to return to his father and ask for forgiveness and mercy. The father who had been watching and waiting, receives his son back with open arms of compassion. He is overjoyed by the return of his lost son! Immediately the father turns to his servants and asks them to prepare a giant feast in celebration.
Meanwhile, the older son is not one bit happy when he comes in from working the fields and discovers a party going on to celebrate his younger brother's return. The father tries to dissuade the older brother from his jealous rage explaining, "You are always with me, and everything I have is yours."

Points of Interest from the Story:

• Typically, a son would receive his inheritance at the time of his father's death. The fact that the younger brother instigated the early division of the family estate showed a rebellious and proud disregard for his father's authority, not to mention a selfish and immature attitude.
• Pigs were unclean animals. Jews were not even allowed to touch pigs. When the son took a job feeding pigs, even longing for their food to fill his belly, it reveals that he had fallen as low as he could possibly go. This son represents a person living in rebellion to God. Sometimes we have to hit rock-bottom before we come to our senses and recognize our sin.
• The father is a picture of the Heavenly Father. God waits patiently, with loving compassion to restore us when we return to him with humble hearts. He offers us everything in his kingdom, restoring full relationship with joyful celebration. He doesn't even dwell on our past waywardness.
• Reading from the beginning of chapter 15, we see that the older son is clearly a picture of the pharisees. In their self-righteousness, they have forgotten to rejoice when a sinner returns to God. Bitterness and resentment keeps the older son from forgiving his younger brother. It blinds him to the treasure he freely enjoys through constant relationship with the father.

Questions for Reflection:

Who are you in this story? Are you a prodigal, a pharisee or a servant? Are you the rebellious son, lost and far from God? Are you the self-righteous pharisee, no longer capable of rejoicing when a sinner returns to God? Maybe you've hit rock-bottom, come to your senses and decided to run to God's open arms of compassion and mercy? Or are you one of the servants in the household, rejoicing with the father when a lost son finds his way home?

From: http://christianity.about.com/od/biblestorysummaries/p/prodigalson.htm

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

THE NECKLACE

The Necklace
Published 1882

I ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Author Guy de Maupassant was born on August 5, 1850, in Fécamp, Normandy, France. The intimate friendship his mother and maternal uncle had with Gustave Flaubert, the author of Madame Bovary, became of utmost importance in Maupassant’s early literary development. Laure de Maupassant divorced her husband and devoted herself and the considerable settlement she received to the upbringing of her two sons. Maupassant was educated at the school of Etretat and by his mother until the age of 13; she was a highly lettered person and conveyed to him a strong enthusiasm for Shakespeare. He studied briefly at the seminary of Yvetot, where his antireligious and amorous verses earned him many rebukes, before being expelled as an insubordinate pupil for stealing and drinking the faculty’s choice wines. Subsequently, at a school in Rouen, he had Louis Bouilhet for a teacher, who (with the help of Gustave Flaubert’s letters, in a kind of correspondence-school) gave direction to Maupassant’s increasing interest in literary expression.

During the Prussian invasion in 1870, Maupassant served in the army, gathering experiences and observations which were of great use in his future writing. Eight months after the armistice was signed, he returned to civilian life. In endless literary discussions with French writers in Flaubert’s home, Maupassant resolved to commit himself to a literary career as a poet, a precarious existence that would need the support of a job with regular income. He became a clerk doing routine printing and distribution of stationery supplies for the Ministry of Marine in Paris, a position he both detested and depicted in his stories. At this time he was happy to take intensive boat excursions on the river Seine with carefree companions, rowing and swimming and indulging in physical excesses.

Maupassant spent a rigid apprenticeship under Gustave Flaubert for seven years. He was neither his nephew nor godson as is sometimes reported, but he was almost completely under his master’s thumb. In spite of being forbidden to seek publication of his work until it was perfected, Maupassant employed a pseudonym to see some of his verse published and plays performed.

With a transfer to the Ministry of Education, Maupassant’s work as a clerk became more congenial, and a little later in 1880, he left behind the pseudonyms under which he had contributed a few poems, tales, and studies to various periodicals. His story “Boule de suif” (title means “Ball of Fat”) appeared in a collection with stories by four other obscure writers and perhaps the most controversial name in French letters, Emile Zola.

The columns of the most popular newspapers were immediately opened to Maupassant, and overnight he became, with Zola, the highest paid writer of the day. He left behind 10 years of poverty and a seven-year apprenticeship that had made him at best an indifferent poet. Stories and prose flowed from his pen. Maupassant was grateful above all else that his success gave him independence, material as well as literary. This was encouraged in him by Flaubert, whose death a few weeks after the release of “Boule de suif” set Maupassant free from any lingering artistic dominance.

With the royalties from his first short story collection, La Maison Tellier (published in English as The Tellier House), he built a villa in his hometown of Etretat on the coast of Normandy. Part of the proceeds from his novel Bel ami (title means “Good Friend”) were used to buy a yacht with which he explored the Mediterranean coast. With each new bestseller, Maupassant improved his living quarters, eventually arriving at the fashionable Avenue Victor Hugo. He also contributed substantially to the support of his mother and younger brother, Herve, and came to the aid of several indigent writers.

For the next decade, Maupassant dedicated himself to producing a steady flow of writing: nearly 300 short stories, a half-dozen novels, several other books, and over two hundred miscellaneous articles which were not collected in book form. Frequent excursions for rest or escape from society did not interrupt his work.

His writing was introduced to America by the translator Lafcadio Hearn and by Henry James, and he was compared to Walt Whitman and other American literary luminaries. He became a classic author, taught in schools, almost instantly in both French and English.

Unfortunately, Maupassant had contracted syphilis when he was a young man, and the disease was further aggravated by his incessant literary work. His eyes hurt intensely, and splitting migraines sent him to every specialist in France in search of a possible remedy. He undertook journeys to Africa, Italy, Sicily, and Corsica in efforts to overcome his terror of blindness and other disabilities. From these journeys came his travel books and many stories with striking images of foreign lands. Medical treatment at that time was not highly effective, and the robust young man dwindled to a shadow of his former self. He read and wrote less because of eyestrain. The acute pessimism he had shared with Flaubert became even stronger, intensifying in 1889 when Maupassant’s younger brother, Herve, had to be interned in an insane asylum.

Maupassant could see that insanity was to be his own future and was determined to avoid it at any cost. Maupassant tried to commit suicide twice before being committed to a mental institution in Passy. There he was watched by vigilant keepers, and there Maupassant died 18 months later on July 6, 1893 at the age of 43.

II OVERVIEW
A young, pretty woman from a family of clerks marries a petty clerk in the office of the Board of Education in Paris. She feels keenly the lack of luxuries and adornments, and is disappointed by their plain apartment. Her husband’s tastes are simple, but she envies the fine trappings of the rich and their elegant attentions. Consequently, she does not like to visit her school friend, who is wealthy.

Her husband manages to secure an invitation for both of the Loisels to spend an evening at the home of the Minister and his wife, but this news does not make her happy. She desires a suitable dress; and her husband gives her all the money that he has saved for a hunting gun so that she can have a dress made.

As the day of the ball approaches, Madame Loisel is still unhappy to be without a jewel; “nothing to adorn myself with.” Her husband’s suggestion that natural flowers are chic does not convince her; but then he suggests that she ask her wealthy friend Madame Forestier to lend her jewels. Upon request, Madame Forestier willingly loans to Madame Loisel a superb necklace of diamonds.

Madame Loisel is a great success at the ball: “the prettiest of all, elegant, gracious, smiling, and full of joy.” All the men notice her, and she dances with enthusiasm until four o’clock in the morning, while her husband dozes “in one of the little salons with three other gentlemen whose wives were enjoying themselves very much.”

When they leave, Madame insists on rushing away on foot; eventually they find a cheap, shabby cab and return to their apartment. There she realizes that the necklace is missing. It is not to be found anywhere.

Loisel uses all of his inheritance (18,000 francs) and borrows an equal amount to buy a replacement necklace. To pay back the frightful debt and interest, the Loisels take cheaper lodgings and Madame does all their housework without the help of a maid. She dresses simply and haggles to stretch their pennies. Loisel keeps his job, works evenings, and does copying at night.

After ten years they have paid all that they owe. When Madame Loisel sees her friend Madame Forestier one day, still young, still pretty, she speaks to her and tells her story, being decently content that it is finished.

But Madame Forestier takes her hands and explains that her diamonds are fakes, worth only five hundred francs.

III SETTING
Maupassant wrote this story set in a present that he knew and had lately lived: Paris in 1880. There, a Breton could find honest labor as a government clerk, and people of modest means or desperate straits could see the jeweled rich living in luxury just out of reach.

By Maupassant’s descriptions of Madame Loisel’s envies and daydreams and one glorious ball at the house of the Minister, readers get a picture of what Paris looked like for the wealthy, and how elegant and comfortable their lives must have been. By his descriptions of the Loisels’ modest and economical apartment, their visits to the theater, and Monsieur Loisel’s wish to go shooting with some friends, readers know what Paris looked like for working people, and that their lives were not luxurious but comfortable and far from desperate.

However, working people crippled by debt shared the lifestyle of the uneducated, the unskilled, and the unlucky: the poor. Living in cheap rooms under a mansard roof, the Loisels would have roasted in summer and shivered in winter. With no running water, the simple task of hauling up four or five flights of stairs every bucket of water for cooking and cleaning and bathing was enough to exhaust a person. Buying the most economical foodstuffs, cooking meals and cleaning afterwards, and doing laundry by hand was for one person more than a modern full-time job.

The office work done by Loisel would have been tedious, repetitive, and unsatisfying for a literate man who enjoyed occasional visits to the theater. Neither modern nor classical working conditions were common in 1880; Loisel would have worked in a poorly-lit room with bad ventilation among people who bathed infrequently, and he could have been fired without cause or notice or recourse.

IV THEMES AND CHARACTERS
It is a fallacy to assume that a story must contain only action, particularly if it is written by Maupassant. In this, as in many of his stories, there is little or no “action” and very little actually “happens” from the viewpoint of many readers. Yet in “The Necklace,” mood and atmosphere are brilliantly created; in this and in many other stories by Maupassant, the sense of life is not diminished when no earth-shattering events happen.

When this story was written, the French Revolution loomed much closer in memory than it does now, and egalitarianism was still a fashionable idea. Though many aristocrats had been executed during the Revolution, a de facto aristocracy of wealth had sprung up. It should not escape the reader’s notice that the wealthy Madame Forestier’s name translates as “Mrs. Forest-Worker,” a name that invokes images of men earning money by the sweat of their brow, not inheriting it.

One of Maupassant’s themes in this story is that wealth is admired beyond reason. Matilda deserved the luxuries and leisure and pleasure of wealth no more and no less than anyone does. But when such trappings are hoarded by some and witheld from others, people invest far too much significance in them, as Matilda does. Her envy blinded her to the pleasure her husband took in a simple, but well-prepared meal.

Loisel is shown simply but clearly to be a man of modest talents and appetites, whom any reader should not only understand but would be well advised to attempt to emulate. An insensitive man would not take his wife to the theater, nor would he scheme to get an invitation to an event that would please her. A greedy man would not give his own recreational savings for her dress instead of a gun for hunting with his friends. An ineffectual husband would not search for the necklace or the cab in which it might have fallen, nor would he be able to handle the usurers. A lout would have left his wife to face the consequences alone, without help. A weakling could not have sustained ten year’s work at three jobs and monthly renewal of his loans. Loisel is not to be faulted therefore, for being mild and quiet in his habits, without grand ambitions.

The most astonishing technique used by Maupassant in “The Necklace” is that he does not introduce his characters by name as they are brought into the story. They are only named at significant moments in the narrative. The Loisels are not named until their invitation to the Minister’s ball is read. The wife’s given name, Matilda, is not used until her husband asks her how much a suitable dress would cost. Her given name is not used again until the last page of the story. Her wealthy friend from school is not named until Monsieur Loisel suggests asking Madame Forestier for the loan of a jewel, and Mme. Forestier’s given name, Jeanne, is used only once by Matilda in the final scene, where they recognize each other after ten years.

Monsieur Loisel’s given name is never used at all. Perhaps this could be seen as depersonalizing this character, and some readers may think that Maupassant is leaving this character unfinished, unreal, or unimportant. This is not true, however. In France in 1880 (and to some extent even to this day) a man’s family name is used by almost everyone whom he contacts, far more often than his given name, which is used only by his most intimate friends and family. A boy in a story or in real life would be addressed by his given name, and almost everyone would address a grown man of any social standing at all by his family name.

When the author refers to the little Breton clerk only by his surname, the intention is to represent this character as a grown man with a respectable occupation, rather than as an unskilled laborer or a simpleton. The author may also have intended to show by omission that the wife is not deeply affectionate or emotionally linked with her husband, as she never addresses him by his given name.

Far from Loisel being diminished by being referred to only by his surname, it is Madame Loisel who is depersonalized by being referred to almost always as “Mrs. Loisel” rather than Matilda and never by her maiden name. She is a de facto Loisel property, rather than an independent being. It is only at the end of the story, when she has learned “a proud and simple joy” at the completion of their desperate labors, that she is truly a helpmate and complement for her spouse; then they truly share a name. For the first time, she identifies herself as Matilda Loisel.

Their marriage was a reasonable and suitable match: he had an honest though modest profession, and she had no dowry or prospects for an inheritance when she married him. There was no reason for Matilda to hope for marriage to or attentions from a wealthy suitor of high social status. Her “sad regrets and desperate dreams” for luxuries are justified only by her personal charms and graces, not by any status of birth or achievement.

Matilda’s envy is not a positive element in her life. Far from inspiring her to achieve goals worthy of admiration, her desires of status and wealth merely make her dissatisfied with the virtues of the modest, but sufficient, life that she and her husband actually have. As the story begins she does not, for example, make drawings or embroideries of the finery she imagines. She does not sing songs or write poetry. She does no generous kind deeds for children or the church or the less fortunate. She makes no effort to be any kind of a great lady, because there is only one kind of status she wants: material wealth. Her envy leads her to beg for the loan of an adornment which she does not own, has not earned, and which she covets immoderately.

Ultimately, Matilda’s envy leads her to pride, when neither she nor her husband even consider confessing the loss of the borrowed necklace. If she had the courage to come to her friend with her husband’s inheritance of 18,000 francs in hand and a written promise to pay the other half she owed, admitting the loss of the necklace, her life would have gone very differently. If Madame Forestier was a loving friend, she would have instantly admitted that the necklace’s true value was not double that of Loisel’s inheritance, but only five hundred francs. There is no reason in the text to assume that Madame Forestier would cheat her friend out of more than the necklace’s actual value.

Even if the necklace had contained real diamonds, a loving and generous friend might have recognized the effort necessary for the Loisels to pay another 18,000 francs, and allowed payments to be made directly to her, rather than insisting upon a lump sum. It was the interest charged by usurers that kept the Loisels in debt for so many years. A truly loving and generous friend may have declared her diamond necklace to have been of inferior quality, worth only 18,000 or 20,000 francs, and silently accepted the loss of half her diamonds’ value for the sake of a friendship.

Thus it is clear that Matilda has done her friend a great wrong: she has assumed that her friend would not be loving and generous. She has deprived Madame Forestier of the opportunity to be kind to her. Madame Forestier is clearly able to be kind, as she willingly lent the necklace when asked. When the two women meet after ten years apart, she is willing to talk with Matilda immediately, though Matilda is careworn and roughened by years of work and deprivation. She even takes Matilda’s hands and immediately confesses without vanity that her diamonds had been false.

The true value of the necklace then is not the 500 francs that Madame Forestier’s husband had paid for the false diamonds, nor even the 36,000 which the Loisels paid for the real diamonds. The true value of the necklace, according to Maupassant, is that to buy one, you must pay with every moment of leisure and work, every bucket of water hauled up four or more flights of stairs, every basket of vegetables haggled over in the market for five or ten coins, every chance to be generous enough to hire a part-time maid, every worn pen and cramped writing hand and eyestrain from inadequate candles . . . for ten long years. That is what a diamond necklace is truly worth, the author tells readers. And an appalling portion of that effort goes to pay usurers, not jewelers or diamond-miners.

One would think that an egalitarian citizen of the French Republic would have been embarrassed to wear diamonds while a child starved in the gutters of Paris. Perhaps Maupassant is suggesting this.

It should not be forgotten that Madame Forestier’s necklace was a fake. Readers are never told if Madame Forestier has done any worthy deeds in her life, other than her friendship with Matilda. She coveted the trappings of wealth as much as Matilda did. She settled for the appearance rather than the reality. The reader is left to wonder how many of the trappings of material wealth are also fakes, just pretending to look like diamonds.

V LITERARY QUALITIES
In a few words, Maupassant could portray a figure, in a few pages he could describe a fate. Some of his stories in translation fired the imagination of short story authors around the world.

Maupassant’s name has become coupled with the “trick ending” in the short story tradition (his admirer O. Henry took this technique to extreme lengths). It is not fair to associate Maupassant exclusively with the “trick ending,” however, as he rarely employed it. This link is probably due to the frequency with which his story “The Necklace” has been anthologized. It is likely that “The Necklace” has been anthologized so often because it has no overt sexual element, and so publishers may feel safe about including it in books intended for young students.

“It is a grave error, and a greater injustice, to associate Maupassant with the naturalists, that all too easy label of the manuals of literature,” wrote Professor Artine Artinian in his introduction to The Complete Short Stories of Guy Maupassant. “He shared Flaubert’s burning aversion to ‘schools,’ and he deplored Zola’s noisy proclamation of esthetic theories. His was the craftsman’s cult of art in practice rather than in theorizing.”

VI SOCIAL SENSITIVITY
Maupassant never married, and after reading this story one can guess that at least part of the reason may have been that for ten years he was unwilling to take on the responsibility for supporting a wife and family on the wages of a government clerk. After his writing brought him wealth, Maupassant still did not marry; perhaps because he knew then that he had syphilis or perhaps because he knew that he was unsuited to married life. He wrote like a man obsessed and indulged himself in athletic and carnal excesses. He would not have made a good spouse—a better husband by far would be the little Breton Loisel from this story, who schemed to get an invitation to please his wife, gave his entertainment savings to have her dress made, searched on foot for hours for the missing necklace, spent his inheritance and took on a staggering debt to buy a new piece of jewelry, and worked at three jobs for ten years to pay the interest on the loans.

The author never needs to tell the audience in so many words that Loisel is a good, honest man and a good husband. The reader knows this by what the man does.

Maupassant goes to a great deal of effort to describe Madame Loisel’s experiences, as a discontented young wife of modest means, as a social butterfly for one night, and as a penny-pinching household drudge. He even mentions her proud and simple joy when the debt is paid.

Monsieur Loisel’s labors are summed up in three modest sentences:

{}Every month it was necessary to renew some notes, thus obtaining time, and to pay others.{}

{}The husband worked evenings, putting the books of some merchants in order, and nights he often did copying at five sous a page.{}

{}And this life lasted for ten years.{}

This statement is particularly significant when one remembers that Maupassant spent ten years living in poverty as a government clerk, and only three of those years working at a better job in the Department of Education. The little Breton he makes seem first an object of humor and then an earnest, desperate worker, is himself. Maupassant may not have known “the horrible life of necessity” that the Loisels learned, but he certainly knew their modest circumstances described at the beginning of the story. And while he did not keep books and do copying by night, Maupassant labored at his literary apprenticeship.

It is especially meaningful that Maupassant does not tell the story from the viewpoint that one would expect, knowing his own life experiences. It would be natural for a writer to tell a story from the viewpoint most like his own. While in his novel A Clockwork Orange Anthony Burgess told the horrifying incident of a home invasion, assault, and rape, much like that actually endured by Burgess and his wife, from the viewpoint of an attacker, in “The Necklace” Maupassant tells the story from the viewpoint of the wife. That is where Maupassant’s talent shines best in this story.

The wife’s labors are no less significant than her husband’s work, and her viewpoint is no less “valid” or “real.” A writer of lesser talent would have told the story from the husband’s viewpoint, tolerant of his wife’s selfishness. Perhaps a writer with a more prosperous background would have told the tale from the viewpoint of Madame Forestier, forgiving of her friend’s envy. But either alternative would have suggested that this was the true perspective that mattered on the events that happened. Writing from the viewpoint of Madame Loisel as she learns pride and joy in her honest labors is an affirmation to the reader: first, that such people exist in any class, women with profound desires and ambitions; and second, that their lives are worth living and, therefore, worthy of attention in the arts and literature.

This is a profoundly feminist and humanist story, and it is as supportive of the working classes as it is supportive of women.

Maupassant said of himself and his stories, “We have but one objective: Man and Life, which must be interpreted artistically.”

VII TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION
1. What does Matilda covet? How does her desire affect her life?

2. What is ambition? Why is it a good servant but a poor master?

3. What was the slogan of the French Revolution? Which aspects are being explored in this story?

4. What are the goals and ambitions of Loisel as the story begins? What has he accomplished by the story’s end?

5. What sort of school must Matilda Loisel and Jeanne Forestier have attended? How important is it culturally that the one girl grew up to marry a man of means, and the other married a clerk?

6. What can you guess about the economy in Paris and France at the time the story is set?

7. Why, for a story set in the crowded city of Paris in 1880, are there so few characters in this story?

8. How has technology made this story possible? Why could it not have been set in fourteenth-century France?

VIII IDEAS FOR REPORTS AND PAPERS
1. What virtue does Madame Loisel learn in her sustained efforts to run her household with the utmost economy? What has this lesson cost her? Is this price fair or just or necessary? Could she have learned a similar lesson without spending all her youth and prettiness?

2. What does Madame Forestier know of the life experienced by her friend Madame Loisel before and after the loan of the necklace? How truly sophisticated is she to tell her friend that the jewels she worked so hard to replace were paste? What do we know of her from the text, and what can we guess of her personal qualities such as integrity and intelligence? What would a loving friend or a true great lady have done to honor such long, honest labor, rather than make that effort worthless with a single sentence?

3. Why does Maupassant spend so little effort on the character of Monsieur Loisel? Is he unworthy of the reader’s attention? Or is his nature and experience so understandable and customary to the reader that it does not need puffed-up explanations? Is Maupassant describing a virtuous man?

4. What were the goals and ideals of the French Revolution? How does Maupassant explore the ideal of “Equality” in this story? Does Matilda believe in equality? What does she do because of her beliefs?

5. What is jealousy? How is it distinct from envy and desire? Are these entirely negative emotions? What good, if any, can these emotions bring to a person’s life?

6. What kind of people are the wealthy people envied by Madame Loisel? What do we learn of them from the text? What can we infer from the societal and cultural situations which are presented as common in Paris? Are these people truly great ladies and men of wit and intelligence as well as money?

7. Sketch out a rewrite of the story from the viewpoint of Monsieur Loisel. How is our understanding of the story affected by this viewpoint shift?

8. Discuss whether “The Necklace” is an example of what Henry David Thoreau meant when he wrote: “The vast majority of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”

9. Which of these characters are motivated by love? What kind of love? What does this motivation lead them to do? Does this love have a positive effect for this character or anyone else?

IX RELATED TITLES AND ADAPTATIONS
Readers who have enjoyed this story would be particularly advised to read Maupassant’s story “Boule de Suif” and any of dozens of his short stories. A teacher would be well advised to assign both this story and “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin in her short story collection The Wind’s Twelve Quarters for comparative study, as both stories discuss the relative and absolute values of material wealth as compared to human misery.

Contributed by: Paula Johanson

Source: Beacham's Guide to Literature for Young Adults. Copyright by Gale Group, Inc. Reprinted by permission.

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Pain after the Pain..

   "Our families are the most special and important person in our life"
   "Treasure all happy memories, love them so much, never hurt them, forgive them and most of all, unite" Trust God....

    It was January 3, 2011, the first day of the class for the year 2011. I guided my siblings in preparing for school. I brushed up their hair and fix their clothes and love to say "take care"... And its all for that day when..
My Family
My Dear Quennie
January  4, 2011 came. That day, my sister Quennie came to my room and she asked me, "Did you eat your breakfast?". She's my favorite sister because she's sweet and thoughtful. I also tutored her personally in her studies. The I replied "Not yet" and we eat together a breakfast. After eating, she prepared for school and I also prepared for my work. I am also teaching. She went to school and I went to work. It was exactly 11:00 a.m. when I received a call from my sister. She's crying on the phone and didn't know what to say. i asked her whats the problem and she told me that my dear sister Quennie was hit by a Toyota Innova Van. I don't know what to do then. Tears slowly falling on my cheeks. I went to the nearest hospital in our place. There,  i found her in the emergency room, helpless, bloody, and unconscious. Blood came out in her ear, mouth and nose.. I almost fainted. I knelled down and pray to Him.."God, please let her live once again".. My heart is in deep sorrow,. I can't stop myself to cry. Then I asked the doctor what's the condition of my sister, and she told me that she is in comatose-serious comatose.
       We stayed in Urdaneta Sacred Heart Hospital for two days. After that, we decided to transfer her in Pines City Doctors Hospital in Baguio. There, she went to several tests. She had many medicines and nothings happened.. She didn't have any reaction..My mother and my father start to loss hope. Our prayers and our hope didn't seem to response for her.
       After six days in Baguio Hospital, at January 13, 2011 at exactly 12:00 A.M.. My dear Quennie died. She lost her breath and her heart beat. Our world fell.. Our dreams for her vanished... Our hope lost....
We brought her home in our barrio. when people saw her without life, there was a great flood of tears and thunder of cry. My family can't accept what happened. We mourned for one week for her burial. We didn't stop crying.. It was January 20, 2011 when we delivered her in the cemetery.
       Now she rests in peace in the hand and care of our Lord, Jesus.My sister lies in God's arms and she finally rests in peace.We know, she's an angel that lights up our way when she still lives.She's an instrument for us to realize many great lessons in life.It's hard for us to accept the truth, but its easy to remember her memories with us....You know all things,Thank You for Sharing her With us,. We love Her this much.. 
      We are moving on in our life. But how can you say goodbye to a person if you know in your heart that you are not ready for it? Everyday, the pain and the tears is in our hearts... It is much painful after all.. We all know, that she will never get back.......

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Summarize Stories-ALL

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Summarize Stories-ALL

Do your teachers require you to have a book report, summarize stories, essays, research etc. etc. Never worry, never think about it. The solution to your problem is here.. Just e-mail me the title of the story you want me to summarize and the layout of your projects. Of course, leave your contact number and your email address.. everything will be posted here, once the project is done or if you want, I can e-mail them to you personally. I can do all ur projects in just 1 day.. So, what are u waiting for, start emailing me...

The Boy Who Cried "WOLF": A Summary

      There was once a boy who lived in a small village out in the countryside. He worked as a Shepperd, which meant he watched over a flock of sheep to make sure none of them got lost or eaten by a wolf. After a few weeks of working as a sheperd, the boy started to get bored. He decided to play a game. One day, he screamed, "Wolf! Wolf!", so that all the people in the village would think a big, bad wolf had come to eat all the sheep. All the villagers came running to try to chase off the wolf, but really, there was no wolf. The boy thought this was very funny, so the very next day, he did the same thing. This time, the villagers started to get angry. This only made the boy laugh harder. On the next day, the boy was watching his sheep when suddenly, a wolf appeared! "Wolf!, Wolf!" he cried. But no pone came. They thought he was playing his mean joke again. The wolf ate all up the sheep. That day, the boy learned a very important lesson. He leaned that you should never lie because if you do, then people won't believe you even when you tell the truth.