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The illustration is by Marguerite Martyn of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Its heroine, Raina Petkoff, is a young Bulgarian woman engaged to Sergius Saranoff, one of the heroes of that war, whom she idolizes.
On the night after the Battle of Slivnitza , a Swiss mercenary soldier in the Serbian army, Captain Bluntschli, climbs in through her bedroom balcony window and threatens to shoot Raina if she gives the alarm. When Russian and Bulgarian troops burst in to search the house for him, Raina hides him so that he won't be killed.
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He asks her to remember that "nine soldiers out of ten are born fools. When the search dies down, Raina and her mother Catherine sneak Bluntschli out of the house, disguised in one of Raina's father's old coats. The war ends, and the Bulgarians and Serbians sign a peace treaty. Raina's father Major Paul Petkoff and Sergius both return home.
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Raina begins to find Sergius both foolhardy and tiresome, but she hides it. Sergius also finds Raina's romantic ideals tiresome, and flirts with Raina's insolent servant girl Louka a soubrette role , who is engaged to Nicola, the Petkoffs' manservant. Bluntschli unexpectedly returns so that he can give back the old coat, but also so that he can see Raina.
Raina and Catherine are shocked, especially when Major Petkoff and Sergius reveal that they have met Bluntschli before and invite him to stay for lunch and to help them figure out how to send the troops home.
Left alone with Bluntschli, Raina realizes that he sees through her romantic posturing, but that he respects her as a woman, as Sergius does not. She reveals that she left a photograph of herself in the pocket of the coat, inscribed "To my chocolate-cream soldier", but Bluntschli says that he didn't find it and that it must still be in the coat pocket.
Bluntschli gets a telegram informing him of his father's death: he must now take over the family business, several luxury hotels in Switzerland. Louka tells Sergius that Raina protected Bluntschli when he burst into her room and that Raina is really in love with him. Sergius challenges Bluntschli to a duel, but Bluntschli avoids fighting and Sergius and Raina break off their engagement, with some relief on both sides. Major Petkoff discovers the photograph in the pocket of his old coat; Raina and Bluntschli try to remove it before he finds it again, but Petkoff is determined to learn the truth and claims that the "chocolate-cream soldier" is Sergius.
After Bluntschli reveals the whole story to Major Petkoff, Sergius proposes marriage to Louka to Major Petkoff and Catherine's horror ; Nicola quietly and gallantly lets Sergius have her, and Bluntschli, recognising Nicola's dedication and ability, offers him a job as hotel manager. Why labor to rig your fleet when the winter's raw, to risk the deep when the Northwind's closing in?
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You cruel, heartless—Even if you were not pursuing alien fields and unknown homes, even if ancient Troy were standing, still, who'd sail for Troy across such heaving seas? You're running away—from me? Oh, I pray you by these tears, by the faith in your right hand— what else have I left myself in all my pain?
Thanks to you, the African tribes, Numidian warlords hate me, even my own Tyrians rise against me. Thanks to you, my sense of honor is gone, my one and only pathway to the stars, the renown I once held dear. In whose hands, my guest, do you leave me here to meet my death?
But why do I linger on?
Until my brother Pygmalion batters down my walls? Or Iarbas drags me off, his slave? If only you'd left a baby in my arms—our child— before you deserted me! Some little Aeneas playing about our halls, whose features at least would bring you back to me in spite of all, I would not feel so totally devastated, so destroyed. At last he ventured a few words: "I.
Arms and the Man by Bernard Shaw
I shall never deny what you deserve, my queen, never regret my memories of Dido, not while I can recall myself and draw the breath of life. I'll state my case in a few words.
I never dreamed I'd keep my flight a secret. Don't imagine that. Nor did I once extend a bridegroom's torch or enter into a marriage pact with you.
If the Fates had left me free to live my life, to arrange my own affairs of my own free will, Troy is the city, first of all, that I'd safeguard, Troy and all that's left of my people whom I cherish. The grand palace of Priam would stand once more, with my own hands I would fortify a second Troy to house my Trojans in defeat. But not now.
If you, a Phoenician, fix your eyes on Carthage, a Libyan stronghold, tell me, why do you grudge the Trojans their new homes on Italian soil?
What is the crime if we seek far-off kingdoms too? My son Ascanius. I feel the wrong I do to one so dear, robbing him of his kingdom, lands in the West, his fields decreed by Fate.
And now the messenger of the gods—I swear it, by your life and mine—dispatched by Jove himself has brought me firm commands through the racing winds. With my own eyes I saw him, clear, in broad daylight, moving through your gates. With my own ears I drank his message in.
Come, stop inflaming us both with your appeals. I set sail for Italy— all against my will. No Dardanus sired your line, you traitor, liar, no, Mount Caucasus fathered you on its flinty, rugged flanks and the tigers of Hyrcania gave you their dugs to suck!
Why hide it? Why hold back?Little beast!
Who is my rival? How often theme appears:. On the balcony a young lady, intensely conscious of the romantic beauty of the night, and of the fact that her own youth and beauty are part of it, is gazing at the snowy Balkans.
Its no use, MAN looking at it. Being a thorough soldier, he ran away like the rest of them, with our cavalry at his heels. The waiter, William, is the best illustration of the man who knows his place that the stage has seen. He was serving in the very battery I so unprofessionally charged.
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