Anastazie’s cherry red lipstick smelled of clove cigarettes and cheap cologne. Her lips tasted spicy as I pressed mine into her’s. I missed that spicy taste, the taste of Libena; her deep blue shirtwaist dress painted with a surge of electric crimson. Back when she was alive, a long clove cigarette always hung between her slightly gapped teeth as she spoke, then she would effortlessly pull back to produce a thick puff of smoke. She was from a small town slightly east of Potsdam; orphaned after her parents were heard for war crimes. They held American ideals, ones of libertarianism, and that was not acceptable in the east. She couldn’t stay Potsdam due to the memories of her family, and her family’s store was quickly bankrupt thanks to the rations.
We first met at the grandiose train station in southern Prague. Her deep crimson lips were twisted around a clove cigarette and her shoulders trembling under a ratted light blue shaw. Her beauty made me need to speak to her, and she told me she had no place to stay in the city. After some convincing on my part, I took her with me to my small apartment. She was a great conversationalist and had the ability to entertain me for hours upon hours. I fell deeply in love with her, then when I confessed this she said she felt the same. I married her and had a child.
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Then, her heart rate sped up and her chart went high. She convulsed, screamed, and begged for help. I yelled for the doctors, but they never came to help. I grabbed the defibrillator off the wall, and for a second her pink lips opened into a scream. I smiled, thinking she would be okay. Then, she collapsed back onto the bed and never got up. When I see the demon child I have mixed feelings. Her hair frames her face like Libena, she smokes the same clove cigarettes, she wears the same deep red lipstick, and she kisses with the same furor. As she presses into me now, I feel like I’m kissing Libena
It was love at first sight. I asked for her number and we started dating. She was born and raised in the United States. Soon after, we got married in City Hall and moved in together. We rented a studio apartment and were having the time of our lives, even if we were on a tight budget. Since I wanted to legalize my immigration status, we contacted Immigration Attorney Alice Antonovsky to discuss our story.
The idioms of everyday American speech in a middle-class domestic situation are used in showing the events and relationships of the Berlin family. In contrast to the conversations of Becca and Stan, usually presented as straight dialogue, the discussions among the three sisters are conventionally presented, often with “she said” and other interpolations to give explicitly the emotional level of the sister’s disagreements. Madga, the Polish student who acts as Becca’s guide to the death camp site speaks fluent English but at times awkward English “Oh, they are much in appreciation” she says when given a pair of jeans. Contrast between the formal, traditional language of the fairy tale and childish, informal chatter is shown when the children comment or question as Gemma proceeds with her Briar Rose fairy tale story telling. Her contrast revisiting of just this one fairy tale shows the reader that while her conscious memory has buries the details of her past horrors, she cannot help returning to the fairy tale allegory. Contrast is also shown between the warm, happy imagery of life in the Berlin house and the bleak, harsh details of the holocaust.
Esther’s problems started during the summer when the Rosenbergs were electrocuted. Her reaction was evidence when she stated that, “the idea of being electrocuted makes me sick and that all there was to read about in the papers—goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling month of every subway” (Plath, p.1). Esther’s pressure started to mount up that summer. For example, Esther wanted to enjoy herself when in New York but instead she was stressed with unpleasant memories of the Rosenbergs. Because of the Rosenbergs’ forthcoming executing, she viewed 1950s America as unfair and dark causing suffering (Plath, p.1). Again, she felt pressured on how to behave as a female by the society around her. For example, her mother sends her a pamphlet on female sexuality when she was in New York and reminded her to keep her virginity. Lastly, Esther found herself surrounded by eleven other girls who came from a wealthy family background. Esther felt stressed when she could not afford all what the other girls could.
"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.
Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note.
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