I’m definitely sure that almost all of us at least once in life have seen something weird, extraordinary and odd, and something that doesn’t have any logical sense or explanation. Some people met ghosts, others saw the UFO and different unusual creatures. There still exist many weird things in our lives.
Frankly speaking, I can hardly say that I have a vast experience in weird things that cannot be explained. Still, I remember one episode. It happened several years ago. I collected plush bears and my aunt presented me a collection of nine new ones for my birthday. It was a collection of a big bear family including bear-parents, bear-grandparents and many bear-children. I fell for my new collection at once, which is why I put them all at the foreground of the shelf in my room.
We, human beings, are such creatures who always dream about things that are very difficult to obtain, sometimes even not possible at all. Personally I prefer to dream only about real things, which I can achieve in certain period of time. There is only one unreal thing I regret about from time to time. Sometimes I wish I had a sister or a brother!
In my childhood I was the only one among my friends who didn’t have brothers or sisters. My best friend was lucky to have a twin-sister and two younger brothers. I always liked to visit their place: it was always filled with a special atmosphere of a large family. Their evenings were almost always the same, but I can hardly say that they were monotonous or boring. All the time my friend and her sister welcomed me to their house, their mother was cooking something delicious, making my mouth watered, the boys all the time ran around the house, playing their noisy games, and their father was always working in his study.
“Barn burning” is a story of famous American writer, Nobel laureate William Faulkner. It is one of the most popular works of the author, published in 1939 and, despite the fact that most of his works are rather complex for the perception of an ordinary reader, this story has managed to attract the attention of the most diverse audience.
The main subject line is the story of class conflict and revenge, as a form of human aggression, the total effect of the father determining the fate of his children.
In his short story “The Cask of Amontillado”, Edgar Allan Poe tells how one of two protagonists takes revenge on the other for some insult, not described by the author. It takes place in medieval Italy, and is told on behalf of the murderer, who immured his offender, Fortunato, alive in the wine cellar of the Montresor’s (avenger’s family) palace. The action takes place in two different locations – in the head of the murderer, where we see sober-blooded thoughts of revenge, and the cellar of his house, filled with barrels of wine, and littered with human bones.
In a dialogue with the victim, who was lured into the cellar on the pretext of tasting wine, they affect the Montresor family’s coat of arms, which shows the foot, pressing a snake – the obvious symbolism of revenge. A motto of the Montresor’s house – Nemo me impune latsessit (“No one attacks me with impunity” in Latin), leaves no doubt that Fortunato was not the first who fell the victim of revenge in this catacomb, which was unambiguously confirmed by the human bones, scattered everywhere around the cellar.
From time to time, before I fall asleep, I think about odd things: I try to imagine how I would exist on Mars, or what a person I would be, if I was born in a different country and in a different family. Yesterday I thought about what an animal I would be, if I wasn’t born a human being.
I consider that I would be a cat. Why? It is hard to explain. I think that any animal, like any person, has some typical traits of character and the traits cats possess remind me most of all my own ones.