Suddenly the voice of Antonia, the Latin woman from the third door, echoed in my head: A toad! In my country, that is not a good; it means there bad spirits inside.
"Maybe it's not really a toad," I said suddenly.
"Not a toad?" Gemma repeated, confused.
"You know—the old man, he could transform into a crow, what if he is now a toad." Even listening to myself, I sounded insane.
Gemma's expression turned grave. "Well...I don't know that it is or not,” she said, clearing her throat, “but I thought I should release it."
"It's probably not," I said suddenly, dismissively, "I don't know why I said that, it's just—" I leaned in closer, my voice almost a whisper, "do you ever wonder what is actual reality or not? If there's evil lurking every corner now?"
"Sometimes," Gemma confessed tilting the pail. "Honestly, there are some days my soul feels completely consumed with fear. But...I try to tell myself to have hope...and hope that most things
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Jogging back up the drive, I drew near to the fence gate. With one swift movement, I unlatched the lock and opened the door. The gate creaked and my body froze. Maybe I should go to the red book, the thought trickled into my mind. See if it's still there, or better yet, dispose of it in the trash. For five seconds, I remained motionless then impulsively I rounded the fence and strode down the length of the wooden wall. The trees from the forest pressed near me, casting dark shadows, and for a second, it felt as if they were glaring down from their lofty height. A cool ominous breeze push passed me and my eyes scan wildly when suddenly I stopped. At the place where the red book was was a pile of orange leaves. Bending down, I began rustling my fingers through the foliage, but to my surprise, instead of a book...there was an old worn sweater? It wasn't possible, a red sweater? I had seen the book, or at least, I thought I had. A shiver ran through me. It was happening
“I don’t know,” I told her. It was an easy way out, a way to not have any more worries pile up. She shot me a look, that I unfortunately
In the novel, My Antonia, by Willa Cather, society seems to govern the lives of many people. But for the others, who see past society's stereotypical values, had enough strength to overcome this and allowed them to achieve their dreams. Throughout the book, everyone seems to be trying to pursue the American Dream. While they all have different ideas of just exactly what the American Dream is, they all know precisely what they want. For some, the American Dream sounds so enticing that they have traveled across the world to achieve their goal.
The central narrative of My Antonia could be a check upon the interests, and tho' in his fib Jim seldom says something directly concerning the concept of the past, the general tone of the novel is very unhappy. Jim’s motive for writing his story is to do to change some association between his gift as a high-powered any professional person and his nonexistent past on the NE grassland ; in re-creating that past, the novel represent each Jim’s retention and his feelings concerning his recollections. in addition, inside the narrative itself, persona usually look rachis yearningly toward the past that they need losing, particularly when Book I. Life in blackness Hawk, Jim and Ántonia recall their Day on the farm Lena appearance back toward her spirit together with her family; the Shimerdas and therefore the Russian mirror on their lives in their several home countries before they immigrated to the United Country .
There are few authors in the world that can change a person's life. Willa Cather is an amazing author that can transform the way a person thinks and their outlook on the subject. Henry Williams States, “The early years of young Willa’s life left a memorable impression on her and formed the basis for many of her stories and characters.” My Antonia, is one of America’s most loved stories. The main characters in her books face challenges, but find a way to persevere and live. Also by Willa Cather, A Wagner Matinee, a very informative text, is about a woman who leaves her home and seeks for what she is missing in her life.She realizes that the grass is greener on the other side, and never thinks of turning back. A person can learn many things about the old west from Willa Cather’s My Antonia and A Wagner Matinee.
Your mother passed me down to your 15-year old self. I am kissed by your heartbeat in a necklace.
Throughout My Antonia, the difference between immigrants and native lifestyles are shown. While neither Jim not Antonia is rich, Jim is definitely more well off than her. He knows the language and has enough that he can have more opportunities. Antonia realizes that her life is going to be more difficult and that she will have to work more because of her mother’s decision to move to America. She tells Jim that “if I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us,” (90) and knows that her gentle personality might be at stake. This also foreshadows future events where Antonia struggles as an immigrant farmer. It adds obstacles to her life which might lead to them drifting apart in their friendship, even complete separation. This relates to the world in how immigrants had a harder time getting going in life. Antonia’s mother has already become changed because of poverty. She is grasping, selfish, and believes everyone should help her family. Jim’s grandmother defends her, knowing that, “a body never knows what traits poverty might bring out in them,” (60), though it is socially unacceptable. The pressures of helping her family led Antonia to not be educated and become a farmer. She is happy, but this leads to Jim being away, “twenty years before I kept my promise,” (211) as he is a successful lawyer and travels. They still have old connections, though being from Bohemia did change Antonia’s life and where it could have gone.
“There in the shelter draw-bottom the wind did not blow very hard, but I could hear it singing its humming tune up on a level, and I could see the tall grasses wave.”pg. 14 This quote tells readers how even small things such as the soft blow of the wind can cause many things to happen, such as the humming of the wind and the grass’s movements.It also symbolizes how the world is at peace right now. The tone of this quote is in a describing manner by the details they provide in this quote. These all contribute to helping the reader understand the scene in Jim’s point of view.
Why do many immigrants make the long and usually costly move to America? Is it the largely idolized notion that Americans are wealthier with better opportunities? Moreover, is the price some pay worth the risk? In Willa Cather’s My Ántonia, Ántonia faces struggles as a young child, including language barriers, poverty, harsh living conditions, and her beloved father’s death. However, as Ántonia grows into a woman, she must face struggles of a social nature, such as the division of social and economic classes, as well as social opprobrium. While immigration to America may open many doors for immigrants, it is equally fraught with obstacles. Likewise, Ántonia must face many adversities after her emigration from Bohemia to Nebraska, which
The blood freezes in her vains. Her whole body freezes in shock as she could feel the barrel of a pistol against the back of her head. Hearing at the same time that significant sing-song voice. She holds her breath, it feels like her heart stops beating. The disbelieve and shock in her mistress´ eyes and the fear on the face of her son are making it even worse.
I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.
“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of
Monday, April 10, 2017 at the Oscar F. Brockett Theater, the Cohen New Works Festival presented the play Antonia. The Chicana adaptation of Antigone. Si Mon’ Emmett; project leader, Conner Palmore; director, and D’Lonte Lawson; choreographer aimed to honor generations of marginalized communities in the United States. With the help of the theatre space, costumes, and powerful acting this vibrant play reaches its full effect as it brings the audience to its plot.
“I really don’t know but I do know that I’m really scared right now.” I said in a shaky voice.
My opnion is I do agree that Antonia would agree with the definition. When you know something is right it pops up to you. Everyone figures that everything will come to them. Just like some time when we sleep everything comes to us in our dreams. Most time when we are up we know a lot that will happen if we dreamed about it before. Jim and Antonia have a lot in common. They have answers pop up at them when they will least expect it. Some answers are in front of you and you never know that. Before you know it about finding the true answers you could get wrong answers first. It takes time to get the right answer. Not all answers come natural. Some answers you need to do research and figure it out. Even if the answers does come natural you gotta
“Oh?” He asked curiously. “I thought some of her abrasiveness had worn on. I suppose it was wrong. Although,” he paused for a moment, pushing off the railing to stand in front of me.