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Love In Lawrence And Chekhov

 

"She shuffled forward on her knees, and put her arms round him, round his legs, as he stood there, pressing her breasts against his knees and thighs, clutching him with strange, convulsive certainty drawing him to her face, her throat, as she looked up at him with flaring, humble eyes of transfiguration, triumphant in first possession." .
             This reaction shocked Jack. He didn't mean more than he actually did. "He had never thought of loving her When he rescued her and restored her, he was a doctor, and she was a patient." Yet, her behavior touched him so deeply, that he "only stood and stared at her, fascinated. His soul seemed to melt." "His will seemed to have gone to sleep, and left him." He was unable to think, to rationalize, to remain ignorant, or worse, to push her away: "Her eyes were now wide with fear, with doubt, the light was dying from her face, a shadow of terrible grayness was returning. He could not bear the touch of her eyes" question upon him, and the look of death behind the question." He has just caught her, falling into the death's embrace; could he push her back now? "He wanted her eyes not to have that terrible, wistful, unfathomable look." Suddenly, without understanding, he gave up; her pain melted with his, and his heart melted with hers. " He felt warm inside himself" , "he wanted to remain like that for ever- He fall in love.
             Spontaneous, shocking, instinctive, reactive, compassionate, instantly caused by the circumstances, binding, extreme, hand in hand with death - this is the love that Lawrence's heroes experience. Quick for her to need and conclude, quick for him to be touched and fascinated, but I think this is what makes it strong, deep, and long lasting.
             Love in Chekhov's "The Lady with the Pet Dog" is somewhat different. Dmitry Gurov, a married well-of native of Moscow, was spending another summer vacation, far from his wife and children. Middle-aged, he was bored with his family life and his wife, whom he considered to be "of limited intelligence, narrow-minded, dowdy" , particularly.


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