Summary (1-18 chapters)
The author, a young writer, after his first literary success was invited to
breakfast with Mrs. Strickland because the bourgeois often had weakness for
people of art and flattering themselves rotate in artistic circles. Her
husband, a stockbroker, disliked such breakfasts. He was too ordinary,
boring and unobtrusive. But breakfast tradition was suddenly interrupted as
Charles Strickland left his wife and went to Paris to everyone's amazement. Mrs.
Strickland was convinced that he ran away from her with a woman to spend money
on luxury hotels and expensive restaurants. She asked the author to go after him
and make him to return to his family. But in Paris, it turned out that
Strickland lived alone in the cheapest room at the poorest hotel, there was no sign of the abandoned luxury that Colonel
MacAndrew had so confidently described. He admitted that he had acted badly, but the fate of his wife and children as
well as public opinion didn't not disturb him. The rest of his life he intended to
devote not to his family but to himself: he wanted to become an artist.
Strickland seemed to be owned by a powerful, unstoppable force that was
impossible to resist. For Mrs. Strickland it seemed much more insulting that her
husband left her for painting, she was ready to forgive him, and she continued
to support the rumors of a romance of Strickland with French dancer. In his move to France Strikland became indifferent to
people and their emotions. He showed no affection to those who entered his life or
those who left it.
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ОтветитьУдалитьA good summary but grammar is faulty - you break the rules of the sequence of tenses.
ОтветитьУдалитьAfter his first literary success the NARRATOR, a young writer, was invited to breakfast with Mrs. Strickland because the bourgeois often had A weakness for people of art and flatterED themselves BY rotatING in artistic circles.
Mrs. Strickland was convinced that he HAD RUN away from her with a woman to spend THEIR money on luxury hotels and expensive restaurants.
For Mrs. Strickland it seemed much more insulting that her husband HAD left her for painting