Summary “Gold and Love”

Summary “Gold and Love”

Antique antique watches from the collection of Rett Butler that stood in the hallway, struck half past seven. Scarlett did not even turn to their fight – despite the fact that she always told her husband how much he annoyed her…

She was pacified and surprisingly calm – in such a state nothing could make her angry. Even this watch, the fight of which every time irritated her – so, in any case, she spoke to her husband.

Scarlett sat at the half-opened window, her back to the light, and the slanting rays of the setting sun fell on her shoulders, on her neck.

She just came. At last for many weeks after illness Scarlett for the first time has visited on fresh air. She just wandered aimlessly through the calm, noiseless streets of San Francisco, reveling

in the tender, still June sun. The sun, not diluted by the shadow of as yet young trees, drove it like a young wine, and warmed the clear air, still cool, despite the rather early summer…

My head was buzzing, my heart was beating happily, as in my youth, and the bright rays of light flooded my eyes.

“Oh, what happiness, that I went out into the fresh air today,” whispered Scarlett, settling comfortably in her chair, “how good it is for me now… I can not believe that walking alone through the city can become so good…” No, after all, as a person needs little for happiness – a little sunshine, a little silence and tranquility…

Gold and crimson in the whole body, in all her soul…

Bagrets and gold.

“Yes, I once had something similar with me,” she thought involuntarily, “only when.”

She could not remember when it was…

Scarlett only felt that for sure and this memory is connected with Rhett…

And she somehow immediately became quiet, cringed, froze in her favorite deep leather armchair and for a moment fell into a half-forgotten…

The first summer after the end of the Civil War between the North and the South. The Confederates lost – however, it is natural: they had nothing

but “cotton, slaves and arrogance,” as Rhett Butler once remarked subtly… No, wait, when was it – really in the first summer. And maybe not the first, maybe the second or third… Yes, it must have happened after she helped the hated wife of her beloved Ashley get out of the besieged Atlanta… However, what difference does it make? What does it matter now? How old she was then-eighteen, twenty.

However, and this is now not so important – in any case, for her… Just like the place of action, and everything else… Now she does not even care who won then – the Yankees or the Confederates… And what would have happened if the South had emerged from the Civil War as a winner. Scarlett, despite all her natural practicality, never did scrupulous calculations.

“God, when was it exactly with me, when, when.”

Scarlett strains her memory…

A picture appears before my eyes – as clearly as if she now sees it…

Her native state of Georgia… Or maybe – and not Georgia. No, for sure, Georgia, her homeland – more of this with her could not happen anywhere… Yes, yes, yes – crimson and gold, gold and crimson are the same colors of Georgia… Dark red clay soil, the best in the world land for growing cotton, maroon, bloody sunsets and bright scarlet sunrises…

Where was it.

Probably in the estate of her father, in Tara, or somewhere nearby… God, how far she now from her native places! Will she see before her death at least once the land that has long been promised to her.

In the thicket of the forest there is a large clean pond; on the water play iridescent glare of the sun. Then there was exactly the same sun as today – gold and crimson… A slight breeze blows in the air, but it’s still very hot… She wants to dip her young strong body into the water. She undresses and slowly goes to the pond. Ice water pleasantly tickles her feet, licking her knees… And so she slowly drops her body into the golden-purple water from the sun’s rays. She’s completely naked – without anything. She is glad that she has finally thrown off her clothes. But at the same time the girl always feels some vague, elusive sense of shame, it seems to her that someone is watching her.

Suddenly somebody hides there, behind those bushes. She knows that this place is completely deserted, she has already come to this pond many times, and has not met anyone here… But still… We must hurry to hide, hide from the eyes of someone who, perhaps, no, itself… Rather, rather into the water – it goes deeper and deeper… It dips completely and floats, floats, floats – farther and farther from the shore, in the direction all the time eluding from her glance such a blinding and attracting a glare…


Summary “Gold and Love”