I have been asked to choose a book from a library and start blogging about it as my assignment for one of the English classes I am attending. Stories From Many Lands is the book that I have chosen and it includes 24 stories from 24 famous writers from 11 countries. I am going to write about what I read and what type of characters the writers explained in their stories. Your all readers comments are highly appreciated. Thanks to my teacher Glen Piskula for his encouragement and corrections.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Tom and Jack
I couldn't understand why the two brothers were fighting. I tried to be an intercessor, but a shout from Tom stopped me from intervening. Tom is the head of the mine and many workers were working under him. Tom asked some mine diggers to help him throw Jack, his brother, in a well that lead to some underground canals that have no way out. At the last moment, Jack said Tom " You are not going to let the sun go down, are you, Tom?" Tom said nothing. Tom threw Jack in the canals and closed the well with sand and clay. Tom walked to the tent, where tea and potatoes were ready for him, but he couldn't eat. He sat at the table; while seemed nervous. He started walking around, going back and forth in the tent. Tom couldn't forget his brother's last appeal: "You are not going to let sun go down, are you?" He remembered an old poet, without caring about the poem: "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath." The words was like a good advice for Tom, when they let the sun go down on their wrath, that is likely to worry them at night. I found my self as restless as Tom. I was not able to do anything, just watching and praying for a change in Tom's mind, for I still hopped to draw jack alive from the underground canals. Later on, I become aware that Jack started the quarrel, although he admitted it and apologized. As time was passing, I saw that Tom was getting more sad. Suddenly I saw Tom running to one of the shafts as someone shouted at him: "For God's sake, Tom come here!" The diggers were worried about Tom, too; because, they knew that going to that shaft is a risk that may cause serious problems for him, but Tom had made up his mind and did not listen to the diggers. All the diggers saw what had happened. It was not a good decision to go down to that kind of shafts with no wood at the sides with that sort of unstable ground.At any time, there was the chance of shaft collapsing and inducing Tom to his unforeseen death. Tom was shouting as was running to the end of the shaft: "Jack! Run to the face to the end of the passage! Run for your life!" Tom asked the diggers to give him the tools. he knelt on the damp clay, and started digging like a crazy man. He refused to give the tools to others to dig, for he thought that the other might be slow in bringing out his brother. He counted that he had 6 or 8 feet to go and he knew that the air would not last long there even if the roof had not already collapsed and crushed his brother. He was so tired and huge drops of sweat were shining on his forehead and face. His breath were so deep, but yet he struck so strongly. Once he stopped and heard a sound, like beating on a stone, he realized that Jack was safe. Tom dug again until he could make a hole to the canal where Jack was standing. "Thanks God, Jack! You are safe !" Tom shouted. "Yes Tom, you are in time, I can hardly breath, take me out of here", Jack said Tom. Tom was crouching against the clay, suddenly fell back against the man behind him. "Oh God", he cried. I was so happy of this, but my happiness did not last even for a minute, and I saw that Tom struggled to his knees, and then fell forward on his hand dragged himself close to the hole on the clay. Jack! he gasped. Jack! "Right Tom, what is the matter Tom?" Jack asked. Tom's answer was so heartbreaking, he said: I have hurt my heart Jack, put your hand out - quick! The sun is going down. Jack came out with one hand in his brother's hand, Tom gripped Jack's hand and then fell with his face in the damp clay. Diggers carried and dragged him from the passage, for the roof was low, they had to stoop. The diggers toke him to the shaft and sent him up fastened with a rope. You can not believe how a tragic scene it was; though Jack could come out of his prison and came to the surface, but he knelt on the grass by Tom's body. I and the rest of the diggers took off our hats to respect the action of Tom. The sun went down, but the man did not let it go down upon his wrath. Yet, after many years, I sometime think about that day and the happening, and think that how with a high price Tom could save his brother's life. I can not stop taking off my hat when I remember him. (A digger)
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"You are not going to let sun go down, are you?" A classic reference to the sense of control over our emotions such as anger. Great depiction of the story! You don't have to write so extensively for every post, but if it helps you to better interpret the text, you're welcome to write at any length. Keep up the great work!
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Thanks for reading and the comment. Yes, I really liked that segment.
ReplyDeleteBecause I missed the first week, by writing more, I wanted to recover the other week too, also because the stories are small, I thought it would be good to write one story per week.
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