Death in the Woods

Death in the Woods
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Шервуд Андерсон (1876—1941) – американский писатель, чье творчество оказало влияние на развитие американской литературы в целом и творчество Эрнеста Хемингуэя и Уильяма Фолкнера в частности. Рассказы Андерсона возрождают традиции устного повествования: его фигуры рассказчиков, искренних в своем недоумении и попытках через проговаривание вновь пережить и понять поворотный момент в жизни, цепляют своим правдоподобием и уязвимостью. В сборник вошли восемь рассказов Андерсона, написанных в разные периоды жизни писателя: «An Awakening», «The Dumb Man», «I Want to Know Why», «The Other Woman», «Tire Egg», «I’m a Fool», «Death in tire Woods» и «Brother Death». Рассказы публикуются на английском языке без сокращений и адаптации.

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Шервуд Андерсон. Death in the Woods

An Awakening

The Dumb Man

I Want to Know Why

The Other Woman

The Egg

I’m a Fool

Death in the Woods

Brother Death

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Belle Carpenter had a dark skin, grey eyes and thick lips. She was tall and strong. When black thoughts visited her she grew angry and wished she were a man and could fight someone with her fists. She worked in the millinery shop kept by Mrs. Nate McHugh and during the day sat trimming hats by a window at the rear of the store. She was the daughter of Henry Carpenter, bookkeeper in the First National Bank of Winesburg, Ohio, and lived with him in a gloomy old house far out at the end of Buckeye Street. The house was surrounded by pine trees and there was no grass beneath the trees. A rusty tin eaves-trough had slipped from its fastenings at the back of the house and when the wind blew it beat against the roof of a small shed, making a dismal drumming noise that sometimes persisted all through the night.

When she was a young girl Henry Carpenter made life almost unbearable for his daughter, but as she emerged from girlhood into womanhood he lost his power over her. The bookkeeper’s life was made up of innumerable little pettinesses. When he went to the bank in the morning he stepped into a closet and put on a black alpaca coat that had become shabby with age. At night when he returned to his home he donned another black alpaca coat. Every evening he pressed the clothes worn in the streets. He had invented an arrangement of boards for the purpose. The trousers to his street suit were placed between the boards and the boards were clamped together with heavy screws. In the morning he wiped the boards with a damp cloth and stood them upright behind the dining room door. If they were moved during the day he was speechless with anger and did not recover his equilibrium for a week.

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Up and down the quiet streets under the new moon went the woman and the boy. When George had finished talking they turned down a side street and went across a bridge into a path that ran up the side of a hill. The hill began at Waterworks Pond and climbed upwards to the Winesburg Fair Grounds. On the hillside grew dense bushes and small trees and among the bushes were little open spaces carpeted with long grass, now stiff and frozen.

As he walked behind the woman up the hill George Willard’s heart began to beat rapidly and his shoulders straightened. Suddenly he decided that Belle Carpenter was about to surrender herself to him. The new force that had manifested itself in him had he felt been at work upon her and had led to her conquest. The thought made him half drunk with the sense of masculine power. Although he had been annoyed that as they walked about she had not seemed to be listening to his words, the fact that she had accompanied him to this place took all his doubts away. “It is different. Everything has become different,” he thought and taking hold of her shoulder turned her about and stood looking at her, his eyes shining with pride.

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