تدور أحداث القصة في لويزيانا يوم أن كانت مستعمرة فرنسية يقوم فيها البيض باستعباد السود. دزيري فتاة لقيطة تتزوج من رجل أبيض ذو وجاهة وحضوة فتنجب فتى أسود. هل كان أحد والدي دزيري أسوداً أم العكس صحيح. تثير هذه القصة العنصرية والتعذيب الذي تعرض له السود في ذلك الزمن الأسود. I had to re-read this VER...
I forgot just how sad this story is. Gahh, lies and deception ruined the lives of those who were in the dark about the truth. It's funny how the truth about lies makes all the truth you thought you knew seem like lies too. One lie, one secret, one deception...can cause a lifetime of pain, sufferi...
“It may all sound very petty to complain about, but I tell you that sort of thing settles down on one like a fine dust.”-Warner, Lolly WillowesThis book is an early distillation of a particular kind of novel that was being written periodically throughout the early twentieth century. These novels ...
In one volume, the two short-story collections that established Kate Chopin as one of America's best-loved realist writers. For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics repr...
Written with grace, delicate humor and a keen understanding of the female psyche are 9 portraits of black and white inhabitants of Louisiana's bayou and urban areas. Includes "A Night in Acadie," "A Respectable Woman," "The Dream of an Hour," and the title story. A masterful collection of Chopin'...
Between the stream and the hut lay a big abandoned field, where cattle were pastured when the bayou supplied them with water enough. Through the woods that spread back into unknown regions the woman had drawn an imaginary line, and past this circle she never stepped. This was the form of her only...
It made her laugh to think of Désirée with a baby. Why, it seemed but yesterday that Désirée was little more than a baby herself; when Monsieur in riding through the gateway of Valmondé had found her lying asleep in the shadow of the big stone pillar. The little one awoke in his arms and began to...
" 'Pears to me, Belindy, as you reached a pint wid dem bacon an' greens to-night, dat you never tetched befo'. De pint o' de flavorin' is w'at I alludes to." "All de same, dat ain't gwine to fetch no mo'," was the rather uncivil reply to this neat compliment to her culinary powers. "Dah!" cried t...
She stood in her doorway, and had evidently been sewing, as the thimble on her finger testified, as well as a long-threaded needle thrust in Page 82 the bosom of her gown. She held a stamped but unaddressed letter in her hand. And would Mr. Gouvernail be so kind as to address the letter t...
Brantain sat in one of these shadows; it had overtaken him and he did not mind. The obscurity lent him courage to keep his eves fastened as ardently as he liked upon the girl who sat in the firelight. She was very handsome, with a certain fine, rich coloring that belongs to the healthy brune type...
BARODA was a little provoked to learn that her husband expected his friend, Gouvernail, up to spend a week or two on the plantation. They had entertained a good deal during the winter; much of the time had also been passed in New Orleans in various forms of mild dissipation. She was looking forwa...
Sommers one day found herself the unexpected possessor of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a very large amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn old porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance such as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment was on...
Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richar...