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Alonzo Fitz, and Other Stories

Автор Марк Твен
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Дата написания1970-01-01
Язык книгиen
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Описание

Сборник рассказов, в котором автор исследует темы любви, благотворительности, мифов и культурных различий через разнообразные персонажи и события.

Главный конфликт / проблема

Конфликт между любовью Алонзо и Розанны и вмешательством Бёрли, а также критика идеалов благотворительности и их скрытых мотивов

Ключевые идеи

  • Одиночество и поиск общения в холодном обществе
  • Любовь как спасение от скуки и одиночества
  • Влияние лжи и обмана на отношения
  • Технологии (телефон) как средство связи и защиты
  • Чрезмерная благосклонность может обернуться хаосом и трагедией.
  • Идеалы доброты часто скрывают скрытые мотивы и личные выгоды.
  • Абсурд и ирония в человеческих поступках служат критикой романтизированного альтруизма.
  • Показывается, как идеалы благотворительности могут привести к личной изнурённости и разочарованию.
  • Правильный выбор спасает жизнь и благополучие.
  • Символика животных как хранителей судьбы.
  • Роль детей и будущего в обществе.
  • Непредсказуемость погоды и её влияние на жизнь.

Вывод

Книга приводит к выводу, что искренность и честность важнее обмана, а идеалы благотворительности могут обернуться трагедией, если не учитывать скрытые мотивы

Кому полезна

  • Любители художественной литературы
  • Интересующиеся психологией и культурными темами
  • Студенты литературы

Главные темы

  • Любовь и честность
  • Идеалы благотворительности и их последствия
  • Мифология и культурные различия

Персонажи

  • Алонзо Фитц — Любит уют, ищет компанию, влюбляется в Розанну, переживает обман Бёрли
  • Тётя Сьюзен — Помогает Алонзо найти компанию, вводит Розанну
  • Розанна Этельтон — Молодая певица, влюблена в Алонзо, участвует в телефонном браке
  • Мистер Сидни Алгернон Бёрли — Пытается помешать отношениям Алонзо и Розанны
  • Рев. Мелтон Харграв — Обещает защитить музыку от кражи, но его изобретение задерживается
  • Благосклонный врач — Лекарь, который лечит пуделя и становится жертвой цепочки благодарностей.
  • Снодграсс — Помогает молодому автору, но в итоге становится бременем.
  • Снагсби — Ищет признания, получает помощь, но в итоге становится знаменитостью.
  • Молодой герой (William Ferguson) — Спасает мальчика, получает награду, но сталкивается с семейными трагедиями.
  • Butterworth Stavely — Пытается подорвать власть на острове Питкэрн, становится императором, но его правление заканчивается восстанием.
  • Хуберт — Добрый и благородный правитель, чья жизнь спасает певчий зверь.
  • Ночной соловей — Певчий зверь, выбранный королём по пророчеству.

Цитаты

  • «Тот часовой механизм снова ошибается. Он почти всегда знает, что время, и когда знает, он лжет о нем»
  • «Я люблю тебя, и чувствую к тебе. Расскажи мне всё. Доверься мне»
  • Beware of the books. They tell but half of the story.
  • I might as well acknowledge it, I have been fooled by the books; they only tell the pretty part of the story, and then stop.
  • «Up! shouted the king, let all the bells make proclamation to the people, for the choice is made and we have not erred. King, dynasty, and nation are saved. From henceforth let the nightingale be honored throughout the land forever. And publish it among all the people that whosoever shall insult a nightingale, or injure it, shall suffer death. The king hath spoken.»
  • «Waw… he! waw… he! waw-he!-waw he!-waw-he!»

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1835–1910. Mark Twain. американский писатель, журналист и общественный деятель (1835–1910)

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Alonzo opened his lips to say, "You ought to print that, and get it framed," but checked himself, for he heard his aunt speaking to some one else. He went and stood at the window and looked out upon the wintry prospect. The storm was driving the snow before it more furiously than ever; window-shutters were slamming and banging; a forlorn dog, with bowed head and tail withdrawn from service, was pressing his quaking body against a windward wall for shelter and protection; a young girl was plowing knee-deep through the drifts, with her face turned from the blast, and the cape of her waterproof blowing straight rearward over her head. Alonzo shuddered, and said with a sigh, "Better the slop, and the sultry rain, and even the insolent flowers, than this!"

He turned from the window, moved a step, and stopped in a listening attitude. The faint, sweet notes of a familiar song caught his ear. He remained there, with his head unconsciously bent forward, drinking in the melody, stirring neither hand nor foot, hardly breathing. There was a blemish in the execution of the song, but to Alonzo it seemed an added charm instead of a defect. This blemish consisted of a marked flatting of the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh notes of the refrain or chorus of the piece. When the music ended, Alonzo drew a deep breath, and said, "Ah, I never have heard 'In the Sweet By-and-by' sung like that before!"

He stepped quickly to the desk, listened a moment, and said in a guarded, confidential voice, "Aunty, who is this divine singer?"

"She is the company I was expecting. Stays with me a month or two. I will introduce you. Miss—"

"For goodness' sake, wait a moment, Aunt Susan! You never stop to think what you are about!"

He flew to his bedchamber, and returned in a moment perceptibly changed in his outward appearance, and remarking, snappishly:

"Hang it, she would have introduced me to this angel in that sky-blue dressing-gown with red-hot lapels! Women never think, when they get a-going."

He hastened and stood by the desk, and said eagerly, "Now, Aunty, I am ready," and fell to smiling and bowing with all the persuasiveness and elegance that were in him.

"Very well. Miss Rosannah Ethelton, let me introduce to you my favorite nephew, Mr. Alonzo Fitz Clarence. There! You are both good people, and I like you; so I am going to trust you together while I attend to a few household affairs. Sit down, Rosannah; sit down, Alonzo. Good-by; I sha'n't be gone long."

Alonzo had been bowing and smiling all the while, and motioning imaginary young ladies to sit down in imaginary chairs, but now he took a seat himself, mentally saying, "Oh, this is luck! Let the winds blow now, and the snow drive, and the heavens frown! Little I care!"

While these young people chat themselves into an acquaintanceship, let us take the liberty of inspecting the sweeter and fairer of the two. She sat alone, at her graceful ease, in a richly furnished apartment which was manifestly the private parlor of a refined and sensible lady, if signs and symbols may go for anything. For instance, by a low, comfortable chair stood a dainty, top-heavy workstand, whose summit was a fancifully embroidered shallow basket, with varicolored crewels, and other strings and odds and ends protruding from under the gaping lid and hanging down in negligent profusion. On the floor lay bright shreds of Turkey red, Prussian blue, and kindred fabrics, bits of ribbon, a spool or two, a pair of scissors, and a roll or so of tinted silken stuffs. On a luxurious sofa, upholstered with some sort of soft Indian goods wrought in black and gold threads interwebbed with other threads not so pronounced in color, lay a great square of coarse white stuff, upon whose surface a rich bouquet of flowers was growing, under the deft cultivation of the crochet-needle. The household cat was asleep on this work of art. In a bay-window stood an easel with an unfinished picture on it, and a palette and brushes on a chair beside it. There were books everywhere: Robertson's Sermons, Tennyson, Moody and Sankey, Hawthorne, Rab and His Friends, cook-books, prayer-books, pattern-books—and books about all kinds of odious and exasperating pottery, of course. There was a piano, with a deck-load of music, and more in a tender. There was a great plenty of pictures on the walls, on the shelves of the mantelpiece, and around generally; where coigns of vantage offered were statuettes, and quaint and pretty gimcracks, and rare and costly specimens of peculiarly devilish china. The bay-window gave upon a garden that was ablaze with foreign and domestic flowers and flowering shrubs.

But the sweet young girl was the daintiest thing these premises, within or without, could offer for contemplation: delicately chiseled features, of Grecian cast; her complexion the pure snow of a japonica that is receiving a faint reflected enrichment from some scarlet neighbor of the garden; great, soft blue eyes fringed with long, curving lashes; an expression made up of the trustfulness of a child and the gentleness of a fawn; a beautiful head crowned with its own prodigal gold; a lithe and rounded figure, whose every attitude and movement was instinct with native grace.

Her dress and adornment were marked by that exquisite harmony that can come only of a fine natural taste perfected by culture. Her gown was of a simple magenta tulle, cut bias, traversed by three rows of light-blue flounces, with the selvage edges turned up with ashes-of-roses chenille; overdress of dark bay tarlatan with scarlet satin lambrequins; corn-colored polonaise, en panier, looped with mother-of-pearl buttons and silver cord, and hauled aft and made fast by buff velvet lashings; basque of lavender reps, picked out with valenciennes; low neck, short sleeves; maroon velvet necktie edged with delicate pink silk; inside handkerchief of some simple three-ply ingrain fabric of a soft saffron tint; coral bracelets and locket-chain; coiffure of forget-me-nots and lilies-of-the-valley massed around a noble calla.

This was all; yet even in this subdued attire she was divinely beautiful. Then what must she have been when adorned for the festival or the ball?

All this time she had been busily chatting with Alonzo, unconscious of our inspection. The minutes still sped, and still she talked. But by and by she happened to look up, and saw the clock. A crimson blush sent its rich flood through her cheeks, and she exclaimed:

"There, good-by, Mr. Fitz Clarence; I must go now!"

She sprang from her chair with such haste that she hardly heard the young man's answering good-by. She stood radiant, graceful, beautiful, and gazed, wondering, upon the accusing clock. Presently her pouting lips parted, and she said:

"Five minutes after eleven! Nearly two hours, and it did not seem twenty minutes! Oh, dear, what will he think of me!"

At the self-same moment Alonzo was staring at his clock. And presently he said:

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