Maggie – Stephen Crane
Naturalism “ fulfilling destiny ”

1.When a child, playing and fighting with gamins in the street,dirt disguised her. Attired in tatters and grime, she went unseen.
There came a time, however, when the young men of the vicinity said: "Dat Johnson goil is a puty good looker." About this period her brother remarked to her: "Mag, I'll tell yeh dis! See?
Yeh've edder got teh go teh hell or go teh work!" Whereupon she went to work, having the feminine aversion of going to hell.
By a chance, she got a position in an establishment where they made collars and cuffs.

2.Maggie observed Pete.[..] Maggie watched him furtively, with half-closed eyes, lit with a vague interest
Her dim thoughts were often searching for far away lands where, as God says, the little hills sing together in the morning. Under the trees of her dream-gardens there had always walked a lover.
The door opened and Pete appeared. He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Gawd," he observed.
He walked over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. "Ah, what deh hell, Mag? Come ahn and we'll have a hell of a time."

3."Teh hell wid him and you," she said, glowering at her daughter in the gloom. Her eyes seemed to burn balefully. "Yeh've gone teh deh devil, Mag Johnson, yehs knows yehs have gone teh deh devil. Yer a disgrace teh yer people, damn yeh. An' now, git out an' go ahn wid dat doe-faced jude of yours. Go teh hell wid him,damn yeh, an' a good riddance. Go teh hell an' see how yeh likes it."[..] She went.
4.She imagined herself, in an exasperating future, as a scrawnywoman with an eternal grievance. Too, she thought Pete to be a very fastidious person concerning the appearance of women.

5.Jimmie had an idea it wasn't common courtesy for a friend to come to one's home and ruin one's sister. But he was not sure how much Pete knew about the rules of politeness. Cap 10
[…] Dark blood flushed into Pete's face, and he shot a lurid glance at Jimmie.
6.Maggie was dazed. She could dimly perceive that something stupendous had happened. She wondered why Pete saw fit to remonstrate with the woman, pleading for forgiveness with his eyes. She thought she noted an air of submission about her leonine Pete.
She was astounded. […]Maggie stood up."I'm going home," she said.
7.“Say, fer Gawd's sake, Hattie, don' foller me from one end of deh city teh deh odder. […]On the brilliantly lighted avenue he perceived the forlorn woman dodging about like a scout. Jimmie laughed with an air of relief and went away. […]When he arrived home he found his mother clamoring.
Maggie had returned. She stood shivering beneath the torrent of her mother's wrath."Well, I'm damned,"
8."So," she cried, "'ere yehs are back again, are yehs? An' dey've kicked yehs out? Well, come in an' stay wid me teh-night. I ain' got no moral standin'." ( the old woman who possessed the music box )

9.[…]Pete did not consider that he had ruined Maggie. If he had thought that her soul could never smile again, he would have believed the mother and brother, who were pyrotechnic over the affair, to be responsible for it.
[…]The woman of brilliance and audacity whom he had met in the hilarious hall showed a disposition to ridicule him.
"A little pale thing with no spirit," she said. "Did you note the expression of her eyes? There was something in them about pumpkin pie and virtue.
…Pete asserted at once that he never was very much interested in the girl.

10. [….] Finally she asked in a low voice:"But where kin I go?"
The question exasperated Pete beyond the powers of endurance. It was a direct attempt to give him some responsibility in a matter that did not concern him. In his indignation he volunteered information.
"Oh, go teh hell," cried he. He slammed the door furiously and returned, with an air of relief, to his respectability.
11.Maggie went away.
The girl had heard of the Grace of God and she decided to approach this man. But as the girl timidly accosted him, he gave a convulsive movement and saved his respectability by a vigorous side-step.He did not risk it to save a soul. For how was he to know that there was a soul before him that needed saving? Upon a wet evening, several months after the last chapter A girl of the painted cohorts of the city went along the street. She threw changing glances at men who passed her, giving smiling invitations to men of rural or untaught pattern and usually seeming sedately unconscious of the men with a metropolitan seal upon their faces. (..)daintily lifting her skirts and picking for her well-shod feet the dryer spots upon the pavements.

12.[..]he followed the girl of the crimson legions. The varied sounds of life, made joyous by distance and seeming unapproachableness, came faintly and died away to silence.

13.A soiled, unshaven man pushed open the door and entered.

"Well," said he, "Mag's dead."

"What?" said the woman, her mouth filled with bread.

"Mag's dead," repeated the man.

"Deh hell she is," said the woman. She continued her meal.When she finished her coffee she began to weep.

The woman in black came forward and again besought the mourner.

"Yeh'll fergive her, Mary! Yeh'll fergive yer bad, bad,chil'! Her life was a curse an' her days were black an' yeh'll fergive yer bad girl? She's gone where her sins will be judged."

"She's gone where her sins will be judged," cried the other women, like a choir at a funeral.

"Deh Lord gives and deh Lord takes away," said the woman in black, raising her eyes to the sunbeams.

"Deh Lord gives and deh Lord takes away," responded the others.

"Yeh'll fergive her, Mary!" pleaded the woman in black.

"Oh, yes, I'll fergive her! I'll fergive her!"

Ionascu Antonia Steriana