Mary is very fond of Sir Edgar Swift. When she was a girl of nineteen and he a man of forty-three, he seemed an old man, but now when she is thirty and he is fifty-four, the difference doesn’t look so great. So when he proposes to her, she doesn’t say no at once.
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“The Painted Veil” can be justly tagged a love story, but it’s not quite a usual one. It goes much deeper into the psychology of everyone involved than it’s usually done in love stories – and it has, unfortunately, no happy end.
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“Jane Eyre” was the joy of my childhood – the book that supported me when I was sad and inspired my imagination when I was feeling creative. Needless to say, in those days I read it in Russian – the original came later, much later. But the translation was good.
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