Story World: A Pair of Silk Stockings

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- Original Creator - Kate Chopin Introduction - Paresh Vyas

For the first time in Gujarati language, 'Varta' was created. It was 100 years old last year. On this occasion, a unique celebration was held by publishing classic stories of famous creators of Gujarat in 'Gujarat Samachar'. A treasure trove of Gujarati stories received a warm response from readers. After that, it is now presented to the readers of 'Gujarat Samachar' - the splendor of the works of the world's foremost storytellers ...

(The story goes: The financial situation was good before the wedding, but now Mrs. Somers is having a hard time finding the two ends. There she suddenly finds ઘરમાં 15 hidden in the house. He saves dollars to buy silk stockings for himself. He goes to buy them. He gets a little tired. But instead of going home, he goes upstairs to the ladies room.

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She did not have any serious thought activity in her mind at the moment or she did not want any argument with herself to understand the reason behind doing so. Why is she doing this? What could be the purpose behind doing so? - She was not trying to get a satisfactory explanation of such questions. It was thoughtless right now. It seemed to him that she had been working so hard all the time and that this was the fatigue that had crept into her head. And now this was an attempt to get rid of exhaustion. Overcoming the mechanical impulse of an emotion, he let go of himself. He knew in that look that he had no choice in the matter. What a delicate, delicate silky touch that was touching and caressing her body!

It happened that he sat comfortably in this upholstered chair and continued to enjoy the luxury in that way. It is true that he did this for a while. Then she took off her shoes, took off her cotton stockings and put them in a bag. She then went to the department where shoes and slippers are sold in stores and sat on a stool to measure her feet. In terms of her own tastes, of course, she was very picky. Which means it's about to be the most delusional time of the year, as well. Sales clerk didn't understand, there were no shoes that matched her silk stockings, and Mrs. Somers didn't like it. She covered her skirt with one hand and then twisted her legs to one side and her head to the other. And then he stared at the shiny high-heeled boots. Her toes and ankles looked great. She could not believe that such beautiful legs belong to her and are only a part of her body. He now wanted quality shoes that fit perfectly and he told the young sales clerk that it would not matter if he had to spend a couple of dollars more but he should like it.

It's been a long time since Mrs. Somers decorated her hands with a nice glove. She seldom bought a pair of gloves for herself and whenever she did, she always bought a cheap sale. It would be foolish to assume that gloves are so cheap that they look good and fit. She was now resting her elbows on the glove counter cushion. And Mrs. Somers was touching a glove that must have been made by a skilled craftsman from a long-legged sheep's wool. A pair of ultra delicate and soft gloves. He gently rolled his gloves over his paws and buttoned them neatly. For a moment or two she was lost in the thought of praising the symmetrical beauty of the glove-covered hand. But then there were many other places where Anne could spend the extra dollars. Mrs. Somers bought two expensive magazines, the ones she used to read, at a time in the past when she was financially capable enough to buy many other pleasures. He kept the magazines open so that they could be seen in his hands without wrapping them in paper.

Then she came out and in front of the crossing she lifted her skirt slightly and looked down. Her stockings and boots, as well as the handgloves that fit her hands, changed her appearance, her accent, and her gait. A sense of self-confidence arose in her mind as she was now counted among the ranks of specially equipped people because of her new purchase and wearing those things on her body. She was hungry now. If there was any other time, he would have stopped his hunger, until he reached his home. If there was any other tanu, he would have made tea by himself when he reached home and would have eaten whatever breakfast was left in the house. But now a different impulse was guiding him and there was no such thing as bringing such an idea to mind in those circumstances and enduring its pain by bringing it.

There was a restaurant on the corner. She had never been to this restaurant before, only gazing at it from the outside, with the immaculate color scheme of the weaving cloth and the glittering crystal hand-chandeliers on both sides of it, and the waiters who followed her slow and fashionable people. When she entered the restaurant, no one was surprised by her appearance, no one sniffed her nose, no one felt anything uncomfortable, she was a little scared inside that maybe it would happen. He went to a small table, sat down, and a polite waiter approached him to take an order. He didn't want to overeat like an Akrantiya, he just wanted to have a nice and tasty snack - half a dozen blue points oysters, plum chops with cress and something to swallow - for example a cream frappy, a glass of Rihan wine and a black coffee after all. Small cup.

Waiting for the food to arrive as ordered, he comfortably took off his gloves and set aside. Then she picked up the magazines she had bought, opened the pages, and turned the pages with a blunt knife on the table. Now everything was as he wished. The texture of the thick cloth of the weaving was more visible from the outside than from the inside, absolutely spotless. And the crystal pot chandelier was even brighter from the inside. Similarly, Mrs. Somers was not noticed by the gentlemen and gentlemen sitting quietly at the other small tables, taking their meals. Light and pleasant music was playing in the background and a light breeze was blowing in through the window. He ate, and read a couple of words in the magazine, sipped amber wine, and then shook his toe in his silk stockings. It doesn't matter what the cost or the cost is. He counted the dollars and gave them to the waiter and put an extra coin in the tray as a gift, which the waiter bowed down and accepted, just as he would do to a princess of a royal nobility.

There were still dollars left in his purse. And its new temptation came in the form of Matty's poster. She entered the theater and immediately the play began. He felt that the whole theater was housefull. But there were empty seats, and one of them was sitting between two of the most glamorous fashionable women who came to the theater to show off their gorgeous wines, chew candy, and pass the time. Of course there were many others who came only to see drama and acting. But it would be fair to say that there was no one whose point of view was similar to that of Mrs. Somers. It can be said that she measured the whole scene in front of her, the theater, the actors acting on it and the people watching it with a wide eye and she was enjoying it to the fullest. She laughed at the comedy and cried and the pompous woman sitting next to her while the tragedy scenes kept coming. And they both talked a little bit about it. The gorgeous woman opened the thin outer plastic cover of the small square candybox, untied the scented rope tied to it, and held it in front of Mrs. Somers.

The play was over, the music stopped, the crowd was leaving. It was as if a dream had come true. The people coming out were scattering chomer. Mrs. Somers went to the corner and stood, waiting for the tramcar. The tramcar came. He climbed into it. Mrs. Somersano, a curious-eyed man sitting in front of Anne's seat in the tramcar, was trying to read the little white face. What would be hidden in the face of the person he was looking at? - He was trying to find a solution to the riddle in sign language. But the truth was that he could not understand anything - except that the man himself was a magician and could know the feeling of the woman sitting in front of him, the desire to shake his heart, the intense desire that .. this tram is nowhere to be found. Don't stop, just take it and walk, forever, ever, constantly, forever. (Finished)

Introduction to the Creator

Kate Chopin

Born: February 8, 190

Died: August 8, 1903

In the twentieth century, feminist literature was created in America by a few independent-minded women. Among those writers is Kate Chopin. At that time, women's personal existence and sexual freedom were limited. A central idea was frequently mentioned in his stories. Manners of marriage and society towards woman. In his stories, the woman had two options. To walk on the limits set by the society or to do as the heart says. His characters mostly chose the other way. He could very easily and consciously express the feelings and concepts of the mind. And yet not a single simple conclusion could be drawn from his literary creations. Rather, these creations took the reader into a complex state created by the practices, prejudices, and demands of society.