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Love
(Guy de Maupassant)

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Write your abstract here.LOVEBy Guy de MaupassantThis French writer lived in the late nineteenth century. He frequented the literary goup that included Flaubert, Zola and others. This account was written about 1870, in a tryptic called Three pages from a hunters notebook. This story has a sensibility that belongs among the greatest Love stories, an act of selfless Love, without a single word.It begins when the author reads in the newspaper about a crime of passion involving a couple, a murder suicide, he ponders if it meant he killed her because He really loved her; the author analyzes the elements of this act of futile violence and it reminds him about how one day he came across the essence of Love while on a duck-hunting trip. Maupassant declares to be fond of the hunt but to see the blood and the feathers it makes him very uncomfortable, almost stops his heart. He was at the estate of his cousin Karl, an experienced hunter, a man used to living in the country. It was cold, and they were hardly able to keep themselves warm as they walked to the selected spot for the shoot in the early hours of the morning, in the dark. The party included two setter dogs and a valet. His descriptions of the frozen marshes effectively lead us to a far away hamlet of the French countryside in search for a story about Love? A rather unusual place to search for Love. Nevertheless, we follow the hunting party and enjoy their communion with nature. When the cold becomes unbearable they start a fire to warm themselves at the risk of alerting the birds and giving out the hideout. The fire is burning, sounds of a flock can be heard, Karl says: Put out the fire, here comes daylight. Suddenly, the ducks are passing over them, the hunters begin to take aim and shoot. The dogs are running after the fallen prey and bring in the dying birds, shivering cold in the dawn, the damp on the wet marshy grounds, the barking of the pointer dogs, the stench of gunpowder, an overwhelming saturation of the senses. A couple of long neck birds flew over him, and he shot one down. A moment later, there was a cry in the air, a long, mournful and guttural sound, piercing through the still of the morn?, a bird flying in circles around the hunters, closer and closer, crying, staring at the dead mate in the hands of the Maupassant.You shot down the duck, and now the drake won?t fly away without him, said Guy?s cousin. The lonely bird continued to fly, refusing to leave without his mate, inspite the obvious danger. The mournful cries continue to rip the air until a shot is heard and it seems it cuts the string that held her body in the air. Down she went, crashing nearby, brought in by the dogs in their fangs, in the last moments of existence.Love expressed in deeds without a single word. The most tender of emotions, expressed without language. Maupassant takes the bodies -already cold- of the two birds, places them in the same bag and returns hometo Paris, at once.



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