tailieunhanh - The Third Violet STEPHEN CRANE CHAPTER 8

The Third Violet STEPHEN CRANE CHAPTER 8 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | The Third Violet STEPHEN CRANE CHAPTER 8 The blue night of the lake was embroidered with black tree forms. Silver drops sprinkled from the lifted oars. Somewhere in the gloom of the shore there was a dog who from time to time raised his sad voice to the stars. But still the life of the studios- began the girl. Hawker scoffed. There were six of us. Mainly we smoked. Sometimes we played hearts and at other times poker--on credit you know--credit. And when we had the materials and got something to do we worked. Did you ever see these beautiful red and green designs that surround the common tomato can Yes. Well he said proudly I have made them. Whenever you come upon tomatoes remember that they might once have been encompassed in my design. When first I came back from Paris I began to paint but nobody wanted me to paint. Later I got into green corn and asparagus- Truly Yes indeed. It is true. But still the life of the studios- There were six of us. Fate ordained that only one in the crowd could have money at one time. The other five lived off him and despised themselves. We despised ourselves five times as long as we had admiration. And was this just because you had no money It was because we had no money in New York said Hawker. Well after a while something happened- Oh no it didn t. Something impended always but it never happened. In a case like that one s own people must be such a blessing. The sympathy---- One s own people said Hawker. Yes she said one s own people and more intimate friends. The appreciation--- The appreciation said Hawker. Yes indeed He seemed so ill-tempered that she became silent. The boat floated through the shadows of the trees and out to where the water was like a blue crystal. The dog on the shore thrashed about in the reeds and waded in the shallows mourning his unhappy state in an occasional cry. Hawker stood up and sternly shouted. Thereafter silence was among the reeds. The moon slipped sharply through the little clouds. The girl said I