PRE Misery (1).pdf X C File | C:/Users/camil/Downloads/Misery%20(1).pdf Summertime Soun... My Drive - Google... MLA Citation Gener... WNC Canvas Math textbook Desmos | Graphing... History 111 eBook PSY Book > Other favorites 1 of 5 Q + MISERY by Anton Chekhov "To whom shall I tell my grief?" THE twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge- Q driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, bent as double as the living body can be bent. If a regular snowdrift fell on him it seems as though even then he would not think it necessary to shake it off. . . . His little mare is white and motionless too. Her stillness, the angularity of her lines, and the stick-like straightness of her legs make her look like a halfpenny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in + thought. Anyone who has been torn away from the plough, from the familiar gray landscapes, and cast into this slough, full of monstrous lights, of unceasing uproar and hurrying people, is bound to think. PDE It is a long time since lona and his nag have budged. They came out of the yard before dinnertime and not a single fare yet. But now the shades of evening are falling on the town. The pale light of the street lamps changes to a vivid color, and the bustle of the street grows noisier. + "Sledge to Vyborgskaya!" Iona hears. "Sledge!" Iona starts, and through his snow-plastered eyelashes sees an officer in a military overcoat with a hood over his head. "To Vyborgskaya," repeats the officer. "Are you asleep? To Vyborgskaya!" In token of assent Iona gives a tug at the reins which sends cakes of snow flying from the horse's back and shoulders. The officer gets into the sledge. The sledge-driver clicks to the horse, cranes his neck like a swan, rises in his seat, and more from habit than necessity brandishes his whip. The mare cranes her neck, too, crooks her stick-like legs, and hesitatingly sets of. . . . "Where are you shoving, you devil?" Iona immediately hears shouts from the dark mass shifting to and fro before him. "Where the devil are you going? Keep to the r-right!" "You don't know how to drive! Keep to the right," says the officer angrily. A coachman driving a carriage swears at him; a pedestrian crossing the road and brushing the horse's nose with his shoulder looks at him angrily and shakes the snow off his sleeve. Iona fidgets on the box as though he were sitting on thorns, jerks his elbows, and turns his eyes about like one possessed as though he did not know where he was or why he was there. "What rascals they all are!" says the officer jocosely. "They are simply doing their best to run up against you or fall under the horse's feet. They must be doing it on purpose." lona looks as his fare and moves his lips. . . . Apparently he means to say something, but nothing comes but a sniff. 1 of 5 40 OF O 10:31 AM hulu W 4 Cloudy N 11/11/2022PRE Misery (1).pdf X C File | C:/Users/camil/Downloads/Misery%20(1).pdf Summertime Soun... My Drive - Google... MLA Citation Gener... WNC Canvas Math textbook Desmos | Graphing... History 111 eBook PSY Book > Other favorites 2 of 5 Q + A "What?" inquires the officer. lona gives a wry smile, and straining his throat, brings out huskily: "My son . . . er . . . my son died this week, Sir " "H'm! What did he die of?" Iona turns his whole body round to his fare, and says: "Who can tell! It must have been from fever. . . . He lay three days in the hospital and then he died. . . . God's will " o Q "Turn round, you devil!" comes out of the darkness. "Have you gone cracked, you old dog? Look where you are going!" "Drive on! drive on! . .." says the officer. "We shan't get there till to-morrow going on like this. Hurry up!" + The sledge-driver cranes his neck again, rises in his seat, and with heavy grace swings his whip. Several times he looks round at the officer, but the latter keeps his eyes shut and is apparently disinclined to listen PDE Putting his fare down at Vyborgskaya, Iona stops by a restaurant, and again sits huddled up on the box. . . . Again the wet snow paints him and his horse white. One hour passes, and then another. . . Three young men, two tall and thin, one short and hunchbacked, come up, railing at each other and loudly + stamping on the pavement with their goloshes. "Cabby, to the Police Bridge!" the hunchback cries in a cracked voice. "The three of us, . . . twenty kopecks!" lona tugs at the reins and clicks to his horse. Twenty kopecks is not a fair price, but he has no thoughts for that. Whether it is a rouble or whether it is five kopecks does not matter to him now so long as he has a fare. . The three young men, shoving each other and using bad language, go up to the sledge, and all three try to sit down at once. The question remains to be settled: Which are to sit down and which one is to stand? After a long altercation, ill-temper, and abuse, they come to the conclusion that the hunchback must stand because he is the shortest. "Well, drive on," says the hunchback in his cracked voice, settling himself and breathing down Iona's neck. "Cut along! What a cap you've got, my friend! You wouldn't find a worse one in all Petersburg. . . ." "He-he! . . . he-he! . . ." laughs Iona. "It's nothing to boast of!" "Well, then, nothing to boast of, drive on! Are you going to drive like this all the way? Eh? Shall I give you one in the neck?" "My head aches," says one of the tall ones. "At the Dukmasovs' yesterday Vaska and I drank four bottles of brandy between us." "I can't make out why you talk such stuff," says the other tall one angrily. "You lie like a brute." "Strike me dead, it's the truth! . . ." "It's about as true as that a louse coughs." 2 of 5 40 OF W 10:31 AM hulu Cloudy N 11/11/2022 4PRE Misery (1).pdf X C File | C:/Users/camil/Downloads/Misery%20(1).pdf Summertime Soun... My Drive - Google... MLA Citation Gener... WNC Canvas Math textbook Desmos | Graphing... History 111 eBook PSY Book > Other favorites 3 of 5 Q + Misery "He-he!" grins Iona. "Me-er-ry gentlemen!" "Tfoo! the devil take you!" cries the hunchback indignantly. "Will you get on, you old plague, or won't you? Is that the way to drive? Give her one with the whip. Hang it all, give it her well." Iona feels behind his back the jolting person and quivering voice of the hunchback. He hears abuse addressed to him, he sees people, and the feeling of loneliness begins little by little to be less heavy on his heart. The hunchback swears at him, till he chokes over some elaborately whimsical string of epithets and is overpowered by his cough. His tall companions begin talking of a certain Nadyezhda Petrovna. Iona looks round at them. Waiting till there is a brief pause, he looks round once more and says: O Q "This week . . . er. . . my. . . er. . . son died!" "We shall all die, . .." says the hunchback with a sigh, wiping his lips after coughing. "Come, drive on! drive on! My friends, I simply cannot stand crawling like this! When will he get us there?" + "Well, you give him a little encouragement . . . one in the neck!" PDE "Do you hear, you old plague? I'll make you smart. If one stands on ceremony with fellows like you one may as well walk. Do you hear, you old dragon? Or don't you care a hang what we say? " And lona hears rather than feels a slap on the back of his neck. + "He-he! . . . " he laughs. "Merry gentlemen . .. . God give you health!" 'Cabman, are you married?" asks one of the tall ones. "I? He he! Me-er-ry gentlemen. The only wife for me now is the damp earth. . . . He-ho-ho!. .. . The grave that is! . . . Here my son's dead and I am alive. . . . It's a strange thing, death has come in at the wrong door. . . .Instead of coming for me it went for my son. .. And Iona turns round to tell them how his son died, but at that point the hunchback gives a faint sigh and announces that, thank God! they have arrived at last. After taking his twenty kopecks, Iona gazes for a long while after the revelers, who disappear into a dark entry. Again he is alone and again there is silence for him . . . The misery which has been for a brief space eased comes back again and tears his heart more cruelly than ever. With a look of anxiety and suffering Iona's eyes stray restlessly among the crowds moving to and fro on both sides of the street: can he not find among those thousands someone who will listen to him? But the crowds flit by heedless of him and his misery. . . . His misery is immense, beyond all bounds. If lona's heart were to burst and his misery to flow out, it would flood the whole world, it seems, but yet it is not seen. It has found a hiding-place in such an insignificant shell that one woul e would not have found it with a candle by daylight. lona sees a house-porter with a parcel and makes up his mind to address him. 'What time will it be, friend?" he asks "Going on for ten. . . . Why have you stopped here? Drive on!" lona drives a few paces away, bends himself double, and gives himself up to his misery. He feels it is no good to appeal to people. But before five minutes have passed he draws himself up, shakes his head as though he feels a sharp pain, and tugs at the reins. . . . He can bear it no longer. 3 of 5 40 OF O 10:31 AM hulu W Cloudy 11/11/2022 4PRE Misery (1).pdf X C File | C:/Users/camil/Downloads/Misery%20(1).pdf Summertime Soun... My Drive - Google... MLA Citation Gener... WNC Canvas Math textbook Desmos | Graphing... History 111 eBook PSY Book > Other favorites 4 of 5 Q + 'Back to the yard!" he thinks. "To the yard!" And his little mare, as though she knew his thoughts, falls to trotting. An hour and a half later lona is sitting by a big dirty stove. On the stove, on the floor, and on the benches are people snoring. The air is full of smells and stuffiness. Iona looks at the sleeping figures, scratches himself, and regrets that he has come home so early. . . . "I have not earned enough to pay for the oats, even," he thinks. "That's why I am so miserable. A man who knows how to do his work, . . . who has had enough to eat, and whose horse has had enough to eat, is always at ease. . . o Q in one of the corners a young cabman gets up, clears his throat sleepily, and makes for the water-bucket. Want a drink?" Iona asks him. + "Seems so." "May it do you good. . . . But my son is dead, mate. . . . Do you hear? This week in the hospital. . . . It's a PDE queer business. . . ." Iona looks to see the effect produced by his words, but he sees nothing. The young man has covered his head over and is already asleep. The old man sighs and scratches himself. . . . Just as the young man had been thirsty for water, he thirsts for speech. His son will soon have been dead a week, and he has not really talked + to anybody yet . . . . He wants to talk of it properly, with deliberation. . . . He wants to tell how his son was taken ill, how he suffered, what he said before he died, how he died. . . . He wants to describe the funeral, and how he went to the hospital to get his son's clothes. He still has his daughter Anisya in the country. . . . And he wants to talk about her too. .. . Yes, he has plenty to talk about now. His listener ought to sigh and exclaim and lament. . . . It would be even better to talk to women. Though they are silly creatures, they blubber at the first word. "Let's go out and have a look at the mare," Iona thinks. "There is always time for sleep. . . . You'll have sleep enough, no fear. .. ." He puts on his coat and goes into the stables where his mare is standing. He thinks about oats, about hay, about the weather. . . . He cannot think about his son when he is alone. . . . To talk about him with someone is possible, but to think of him and picture him is insufferable anguish. . "Are you munching?" Iona asks his mare, seeing her shining eyes. "There, munch away, munch away. . . Since we have not earned enough for oats, we will eat hay. . . . Yes, . . . I have grown too old to drive. . . . My son ought to be driving, not I. . . . He was a real cabman. . . . He ought to have lived. . . ." Iona is silent for a while, and then he goes on "That's how it is, old girl. . . . Kuzma Ionitch is gone. . . . He said good-by to me. . . . He went and died for no reason. .. . Now, suppose you had a little colt, and you were own mother to that little colt. . . . And all at once that same little colt went and died. . . . You'd be sorry, wouldn't you? . . ." The little mare munches, listens, and breathes on her master's hands. Iona is carried away and tells her all about it. 4 of 5 40 OF LO 10:31 AM hulu w Cloudy N 11/11/2022 4Topic: Discussion 4: Character & Plot X C https://wnc.instructure.com/courses/3365619/discussion_topics/20039135?module_item_id=77589120 to Summertime Soun... My Drive - Google... MLA Citation Gener... WNC Canvas Math textbook Desmos | Graphing... History 111 eBook PSY Book Other favorites 2022 Fall This is a graded discussion: 20 points possible due Nov 13 Home Since this is a group discussion, each group has its own conversation for this topic. Here are the ones you have access to: Announcements Discussion 4: Character & Plot Account Chat In order to answer the following question, select one of the stories you were previously assigned to read in this class. Be sure to select a story for which Grades you felt connected to the main character and for which you felt you had a strong response or that you understood particularly well. O Dashboard Modules Be sure you conclusively identify the main character as a first step in understanding the story. The protagonist is often the point of view character (not Courses BigBlueButton always). The protagonist is usually the central character who makes the important choices that ultimately shape the outcome of the story (usually a single + character). WNC Zoom 1888 Read the story again just to be sure, taking notes in the margins, identifying the main character, the central conflict of the story, the story's climax, its Calendar Online Academic resolution, and the story's antagonist (whoever or whatever that antagonist might be). Be sure to consider conflict that is both internal and external to the HEb Coaching Hub character (this will ensure you have a deeper understanding of the story). Also, what is the main character's primary goal? Secondary goals if any? And are Inbox those goals achieved? Not achieved? Or does the resolution of the conflict show that the character's goals are partly fulfilled in some way? Is the conflict ultimately resolved, or does the story indicate that the conflict will continue into the future (possibly without end)? History Answering the above questions will help you fully analyze the story's plot and the outcome for the character. By examining the climax (highest point of conflict and tension) and by understanding the story's resolution, you should begin to better understand the overall theme or meaning of the story. Be sure to complete prewriting and note taking that helps you explain your thinking to yourself. Use Freytag's triangle or pyramid to help diagram how all the Studio parts of the story are working together. Again, the antagonist and even the protagonist (to a lesser degree) can be open to interpretation, so be sure that ? you've identified them based on close scrutiny of the story and careful thinking about how the story works. Help In your discussion, use terminology that relates to conflict, such as rising action, antagonist, protagonist, climax, and crisis. Show me that you can carefully analyze the various aspects of the story's conflict and characters in order to answer this week's discussion question. Your thesis for this short essay should be an overall claim about the story's deeper meaning-- how the story explains some important social issue or truth about human experience: Question: In the story you have chosen, how does the conflict between the protagonist and antagonist, its climax, and its resolution explain the overall K theme or meaning of the story? 40OF Cloudy O 10:27 AM hulu 11/11/2022 3