Love In Lawrence And Chekhov

In D. H. Lawrence’s “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter”, Jack Fergusson, a young country doctor, saves the life of Mabel, the daughter of a horse dealer. Her father died and left her and her brothers the burden of debt and bankruptcy. Facing a gloomy, indefinite future, and potential poverty and misery, loaded with her duty to her family brought her to the thought of finding peace in death. Cold, dark water of a pond had already swallowed her up, when Jack jumped after her.

Following his duty, he brought her, wet and unconscious, to her house and started attending her. There, in the dark empty room, a strange and wonderful metamorphose arose within an hour. She came to and realized that he saved her. Her reaction, ho

Love in Chekhov’s “The Lady with the Pet Dog” is somewhat different. Dmitry Gurov, a married well-of native of Moscow, was spending another summer vacation, far from his wife and children. Middle-aged, he was bored with his family life and his wife, whom he considered to be “of limited intelligence, narrow-minded, dowdy” , particularly. His life was surrounded by women, whom he attracted and who let him feel free and comfortable, despite their “inferiority”.

Spontaneous, shocking, instinctive, reactive, compassionate, instantly caused by the circumstances, binding, extreme, hand in hand with death - this is the love that Lawrence’s heroes experience. Quick for her to need and conclude, quick for him to be touched and fascinated, but I think this is what makes it strong, deep, and long lasting.

It took Dmitry several months to realize that it wasn’t a regular acquaintance. All his previous experience with other women faded, leaving the only one image – the one of Anna Sergeyevna. His memories glowed more and more vividly, “she followed him about everywhere and watched him.” He started thinking and talking of love, feeling so uncommon to him. An indescribable force led him to the Anna’s town, where he found her suffering and living only by the thought of him. They resumed meeting each other in Moscow, – secretly, eagerly, passionately. A sparkle of an impulse and intrigue blazed up into a flame of love, burning all canons of morality and ideology. Everything outside this flame grew dark – their families, their false shell lives, “full of conventional truth and conventional falsehood”, full of “savage manners…stupid nights, dull, humdrum days, frenzied gambling, gluttony, drunkenness, continual talk always about the same things…an absurd mess.” The laws and logic were gone: “he no longer cared for logic; he felt profound compassion, he wanted to be sincere and tender�

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