If you are a fan of John Green's The Fault is Our Stars, you are impatiently waiting for the movie. Watch the press conference with the cast and the writer:
Showing posts with label Novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Novel. Show all posts
Sunday, June 1, 2014
The Fault in Our Stars
If you are a fan of John Green's The Fault is Our Stars, you are impatiently waiting for the movie. Watch the press conference with the cast and the writer:
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Anna’s Letter to Alexei Aleksandrovich
Task: Write a monologue for a literary character who did not get the chance to voice his/ her thoughts in the literary piece.
This essay was modeled on Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. For a short summary. click on 'Read More' at the end of the essay.
This essay was modeled on Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. For a short summary. click on 'Read More' at the end of the essay.
Anna’s Letter to Alexei Aleksandrovich
By
Anastasija Pop-Arsova
The light of love shined on my book called life;
cleared the way to heaven’s gate, but then vanished in the dark. They say love
is something worth the struggle and once you find it, it warms up your heart;
takes you to the sea of eternal happiness and rest. But once this love really
strikes your heart, you can see that it slays in ways you cannot even imagine.
Once you find love, it will not leave you alone; you can try escaping from it,
but in the end you will be drawn by the sound of its calling. Then you will
blindly follow its call until you find yourself tied to a wheel.
I did find love, but I needed to give away love in
order to have it. Alexei Aleksandrovich, I am not writing this letter to you to
justify my acts and beg for forgiveness once again. I am writing this, hoping
that you will understand and leave my son with a picture of the mother I am.
You did not let your son kiss his mother goodbye. I
begged you for forgiveness once, looked you in the eyes and lied, just so I can
see my dear Sergei. For once someone made me feel as strong as a lioness. He
was my little cub and I was his protector, his mother. But what is a lioness if
she cannot roar for her cub, what is a mother if she cannot tell a bedtime story?
Alexei Aleksandrovich, I took away your pride, but you took away my life. I
replaced you with true love and you pushed me into a pit from which I cannot
get out. True love, I could not escape, but what you did was in your will and
whiteout doubt, it filled the hole I made in your heart. You gave my son an
image of a dead mother, so I decided to disappear and leave him with peace in
his heart. Regardless of how much I wanted to see him, I left, so my son can
live a happy life and his happiness matters to me more than mine.
You, Alexei Aleksandrovich, blamed me because I have
fallen for a man that gives me real love while you were leaving me dine alone
every second night; you blamed me for choosing a man who follows me in a train
from Moscow to St Petersburg while you were cracking your fingers thinking of
ways to please your Mother Russia, instead of your wife!
Alexei Vronski loved me like no one ever would. But
every story comes to an end sooner or later; too bad mine ended too soon. The
more I loved him, the less he loved me and slowly he stopped seeing the heaven
beside him.
When we first met, he could not give me peace; he did
not know any… now I am the one who cannot give him peace, so he left. Now he
would probably get married to that woman, his mother convinced him to.
A boy passed by, he looks a lot like Alexei, I shall
tell him when we see each other… but wait, no, no I wont. He is never coming
back. He will not be there for me to tell him.
I am telling you my sad story Alexei Aleksandrovich,
so I can at least feed your soul now when I have nothing left.
I shall be going now, the train is about to leave. The
old man is even closer. I heard his hammer for the last time now… we both know
what that means. Why not turn out the light, when there is nothing more to be
seen?
Do not forget to kiss my Sergei goodnight.
(Puts the letter in the mailbox and slowly walks in
front of the train with a slight smile on her face.)
-
Not a word, not a gesture of yours will I ever forget,
or will I?
-
(gets run over by a train and dies)
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