“I love you, what do you do”, this is the declaration of unrequited love. This kind of love, with the devotion of sacrifice and the persistence of moth to flame, always makes people moved and raised eyebrows.
After the fireworks, however, there is an endless emptiness, as the lava cools to nothing but cold rock. Hot love, if you also as a sacrifice to love, the outcome is almost predictable sadness.
In the novel “Brief einer Unbekannten”, the author Zweig is like us to tell such a humble to dust, even paranoid to some pathological love story.
In the story, a dying woman writes her last letter, confessing her 18 years of love and bitterness for the man she loves.
“You, who never knew I existed!” This is the beginning of the letter. After 18 years of love and several encounters, the man has yet to recognize the woman, let alone know her love.
Zweig is good at portraying women, and his grasp of women’s psychology is especially excellent. It seems that there is such a tragic woman talking about her life.
When the woman was 13, she was still a shy little girl. The man moves into the apartment where the girl lives. The man was a cheerful, handsome 25-year-old writer with a classy servant who was nothing like the other commoner or drunkard in the apartment. The man aroused the girl’s intense curiosity and interest.
Love happened on an ordinary afternoon. One day, the man came home and the girl helped him open the door of his apartment building. The man responded with gentle eyes and said, “Thank you, dear lady. From then on, the girl fell in love, open as long as 18 years of secret love career.
Meanwhile, the girl moves to another city because her mother remarries, but she never forgets about her man. At the age of 18, the girl returned to the man’s city and met the man again in the alley in front of his house.
This is the watershed of a girl’s life, but also the boundary line of love. Before, we saw love in its pure beauty and sadness. After that, it was a tragedy caused by love.
The man did not recognize the girl, but took her for a beautiful young stranger. He invited her to dinner and to his house. They spent three days of sweet ecstasy. A girl willingly gives herself to a man and is grateful and happy for it.
Here, the girl made a serious mistake. No matter how desperate love, easily surrender the body is never advisable.
Three days later, the man left the girl on a business trip. Girl — we can call her a woman now. A woman found herself pregnant with a man’s child, she did not contact the man, secretly gave birth to the child, support alone.
A woman knows that a man is a man who is not focused on love, but she is in love with this kind of man. She never revealed her own mind, more do not tell men the existence of children, stubborn refused to give a man a trace of trouble.
In this life, women are always in a waiting position. Wait for a man to recognize her, wait for a man to fall in love with her, never take the initiative, never blame a man.
This is the second mistake women make. Love, both sides of the unequal status everywhere, but like a woman completely ignore the self, love humble to the dust, doomed to a bumpy life. Women, on the other hand, endure painful despair while happily loving men, this kind of masochistic view of love is the root of a woman’s life suffering.
When a woman has a child, she places most of her affection on the child. In order to provide a good education for her children, she sold her body and became a social butterfly.
Later, the woman and the man met several more times, but the man never recognized her. I did not recognize the shy little girl, also did not recognize the three days together with the pure young girl. The last time they met, the man thought she would be a good match. Once again, women willingly give themselves to men, and still feel happy about it.
Once again, the man tried to get rid of the woman on a business trip and handed her several big bills before parting. The woman felt intense pain and humiliation and, for the first and last time in her life, subtly reminded the man of her existence. However, she never left a trace in the heart of the man, the man still did not recognize her. The woman fled the man’s house in pain.
This is the third mistake women make. By this time, it was clear to her that she had loved this man all her life, but he had forgotten her. At this point, she can choose to be honest and accept all possible outcomes. Or you can cut the past, or you can bury the love in your heart and live your own life. However, no, she chose cowardice and compromise, and then continue to love this person in pain. Love, women really not brave enough.
Later, the woman’s child became ill and died, and the woman was seriously ill. At the end of her life she wrote a letter to the man confiding her feelings. Up to this point, she was still deeply in love with this man, and did not blame him in any way, even if she had not died, the letter would not have reached him.
Oh, what shall I say! This sticky to suffocating love although people moved, but more people sigh. Love goes wrong more than this.
Zweig has been described as a perfect representation of his least favorite aspect of love, and he is.
What is the best look of love? Maybe everyone’s definition is different. Only hope that in love, we can keep their own independent personality.
