World of Story: Harlem Tragedy

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"The city examines the city as if a woman examines her reflection in Ayana." Henry in 'The Making of a New Yorker'

"O lazy peers, loafer, rogue ..." he screamed in a sarcastic voice, "just to rub this mess myself?

(Note: Love standards are different for everyone. Husbands love me only if the husband just comes home from work and reads the impression that the victim is like a swallowed dragon. General Chat Chat Lounge

O here. Henry mentions the great poet Dante. The famous poet T. S. Elliott would say about Dante that Dante and Shakespeare have divided the world. There is no third world. Here is a reference to the epic 'Divine Comedy' of such a great poet. 'Comedy' does not mean literally laughing. Just as tragedy has compassion in the end, comedy is one in which the ending is pleasant. The epic tells of the poet's own journey to the nine levels of hell after death and then to the spiritual purification and atonement and then to the ascension. The most heinous crimes Dante speaks of are the frauds and the betrayal. These crimes are at a higher level than the crimes of atheism, work, anger, temptation and violence. O Henry leaves it up to the reader by mentioning the names of Mahakavi Dante in this story, which crime is more serious. In the absence of love, cheating in the name of love is punishable by the crime of violence. In 'Divine Comedy' the level of crime of violence is seventh for the punishment of hell. Cheating Eighth and treachery are punished at the highest ninth level as a crime. Is cheating someone else a greater fraud than not? Slapping is certainly a crime, but not loving it can be a big crime. Right? Etc.)

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(Stopped story: Harlem is an area in New York City where Afro-American black people live. Two of them are Mr. and Mrs. Fink and Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy, who live upstairs in flats in the same building. Mrs. Fink and Mrs. Cassidy works together in a factory for knick-knacks, and both are special guests: Mr. Cassidy comes in every Saturday drinking and killing his wife. When he gets drunk, he regrets his mistake, then at least he loves his wife very much, brings him new things, but Mr. Fink's point is, he doesn't drink, he doesn't come home and kill his wife. Yes, yes, it does bring fun, but it is not fun. Mrs Fink thinks that her husband, too, gets drunk and ... kills her and loves her .. Where does that happen? Are thinking, sitting alone in the flat. From now on ..)

Mr Sis Fink's dream ship was stopped moving due to lack of 1 forest in this vast ocean. The captain of his ship, Kazakisamis, was hanged in a hammock tied between two pillars on the deck in a directionless direction. I wish there was some excitement in his life. I wish his captain would have let him go at times, occasionally shocked him, or would have thrown him in the air sometimes. I wish his captain would have done the decks of the ship. He thought that his captain would take him to every northern port of Mania, on a desert island. He was willing to stick to his captain, ready to suffer, hoping for no gain. But he has never had the luck of a minor injury in boxing so far. Hi ray luck Fat Ray luck. He awakened for a moment the almost hatred of Mimi alias Mrs Fink. Because the sea trip to Mammie was stormy. Because his captain beat him and the remnants of his brutal shootings were exposed to the wounds and sore throats he was exposed to. Mrs. Fink kept thinking ..

Mr Fink came home at seven in the evening. He was cursed with house-breaking. He was on the verge of trying to leave the comforts beneath the roof of his small house. He was a stable man, like a swallowed prey or a broken toe.

"Food to eat, Mart?" Asked Mrs. Finke.

"Hmmm ... yeah" Mr Maton Finke said something unpleasant, something strange.

After the meal, he gathered the prints to read the fall and without disturbing anyone, he was taken to the corner with only a pair of socks, covered with socks.

Hey, new Dante, wake up and recite a new poem to get this man out of hell, wearing socks in a non-disturbing way to his house.

Next day was Labor Day. For a single orbit of sun, Mr Cassidy's and Mr Fink's activities were closed. It was a day to celebrate the victory of the workers.

Mrs Fink noted Mrs Cassidy's 3 facades. Mimi wore a new silk coat. An irritating ray of lightning flashed through his injured eyes. Her husband, Jack, was making a fruitful atonement and the couple planned to hold rallies all day. In which there was gardening and garden tours throughout the day, as well as beer munching.

It was surrounded by growing jealous jealousy when Mrs Fink returned to her upscale pallet. Oh, how happy Mamie is. How happy he is because of his bruises and the ointment that heals immediately. ણ Is happiness, wealth, or Hershellas a mere monopoly? Of course, Martin Fink is just as powerful a man as Jack Cassidy in body size. Will she survive without hitting her thighs and leaving her with 5 stray wolves? And suddenly a brilliant idea of ​​breathing was revealed in his mind. Showing this meme is the second thing in the society that, like Jack, can showcase his own wrestling and he can do that, shit ... to her delicate whales.

For the Fink couple, the holiday was a normal day. Mrs Finke was about to wash two weeks' worth of laundry which she had given last night. Mr Fink had to sit down reading the rags-to-hoax 3 raids without disturbing anyone, and thus getting a signal that the labor day's holiday speed would be over.

Jealousy was rising in Mrs Fink's heart. Jealousy eventually grew so much that he made a bold decision. If her husband does not kill her, will not hit her, does not try to prove her masculinity, does not exercise this privilege of her life, shows no interest in such acts ... she should be motivated by it to do so, and it should be her duty to her. Should be realized.

Mr Finke rubbed his pie on the pillows and gloves on the toes of his heels, and so did the movements. The ideal state of happiness for them was that - in the midst of the sodomy of a three-wheeler and the disappearance of a snack dish that cleansed the vessel of foam, it would sit in comfort and drink the news of the whole world in printed letters. Many ideas were alien to his mind. Out of them, the idea of ​​hitting his own wife was far from over.

Mrs Fink opened the hot water tap and put the utensils in soapy foam water. The sound of Mrs Cassidy's rattling laugh from the pallet below was mocking her. This voice was ripping off the joy of his own life. Mrs. Fink, let's do something now. Mrs. Fink kept thinking.

"O lazy peers, loafer, rogue ..." he screamed in a sarcastic voice, "just to rub this mess myself? And for an awkward beast like that? Are you a male or a gluttonous dog? ' '

The print went down from Mr Fink's hands. Sit down and sit still, without moving. Mrs Fink feared that Mr Fink would not attack her. He feared that such provocation would not be enough. He leaped up to his thighs and punched them in the face with a fierce fist. At the same moment he experienced the thrill of a love he had never experienced before. Get up, my husband Maton Fink, you get up. Take over your scepter Oh, just punch his steel jaw on his jaw - just to show that he has my 3D, just to show that he wants me. Stand up, attack my urge.

Mr Matton Fink stood up and Maggie shook his other hand and received a jumble of his jaws. He shook his eyes as he waited for a moment, waiting for a moment, with an awkward jolt, an anticipated blow, whose invincible eagerness awaited him.

In the flat below, Mr Cassidy embarrassed Zuki, with his face full of all-day fun as part of preparations for the round-the-clock 3-piece, his wife Maggie's injured eye powder. A woman's screaming voice was heard from the upper flat. There was the sound of 2 shrieks, bumps, drownings, jumping chairs and throwing chairs - this sound was almost like a homecoming.

"Mart and Mag are arguing?" Mr Cassidy said, "I don't remember if they ever quarreled. I think I go from speed to speed. They probably need a compromiser. "

One of Mrs. Cassidy's eyes was shining like a diamond. While the other eye was blinking like a white pulp.

"Oh, oh," he said gently and without the woman's eagerness to know anyone's personal information, "I think if ... I think M ... stand up, Jack, I'll just go look up."

Climb the stairs to the top of the stairs. Entering such a pallet into the main room, he saw Mrs. Fink coming out of the kitchen door, frowning.

"M, Maggie," Mrs. Cassidy whispered with a sigh of pleasure, asking, "Did he?" Did he ....? ''

Mrs. Fink rushes to her stern The tremor began to cry. Mrs Cassidy gently lifted her face in her two hands and raised it very slowly. The whole face was covered with dark tears, which were shining. સપાટી Its surface was quite pale, pink and white, with the markings appearing more clean. There were no bruises, no wounds, no bruises on his face from Mr Fink's 3 rum pleasures.

"You tell me, Maggie ..." Mammy asked, "Otherwise, I would go in and find out what happened." Did he kill you - what did he do? ""

Mrs Fink hid her tight chest in deep despair.

"For God's sake, don't open that door, Maggie." He said with a frown, "and I will never tell anyone." This truth must always be kept hidden. A-A- I don't even know, and- A-Oh, God- He washes the clothes- He is washing the clothes! '"(Finished)

Creator Introduction

O Introduction to Henry

Born: September 7, 9

Death: June 3, 1

Originally named William Sidney Porter, Takhulus o. Henry. They used to say that the story was not written at the table sitting. The story comes from meeting people. O Henry met many of his stories from the garden bench, down the streetlight, or from the newspaper stand. The presenting story 'Harlem Tragedy' was written based on a similar experience.