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The famous humorist wrote a painfully touching story, full deep meaning, making you think about life, about the desire to live and, above all, to remain a person capable of understanding and compassion. This is exactly what the famous O. Henry’s story “The Last Leaf” is about. summary which will be described in this material.
Brief biography of the author
Master of the genre " short story" was born on September 11, 1862 in Greensboro, North Carolina. I tried myself in different professions. He worked as an accountant in a real estate company, as a draftsman in the land administration, and as a cashier in a bank. He gained his first writing experience while working for a humorous weekly magazine in Austin. Subtle humor and unexpected endings are characteristic of his stories. During it creative life about 300 stories were written, full meeting his works comprise 18 volumes.
Storyline of the story
A brief summary of O. Henry's work “The Last Leaf” can be described as follows: two young girls live in a room, one of whom fell ill with pneumonia. The disease began to progress, the patient’s attending physician repeatedly pointed out the patient’s depressed mood, the young girl got it into her head that she would die when the last leaf fell from the tree. Outside the window of the room there was ivy growing, which was struggling with the autumn weather, each leaf of the plant tore off and flew away under the onslaught of a merciless wind. An old unsuccessful artist, also distinguished by a bad and grumpy character, who dreams of becoming famous by writing his artistic masterpiece, knew the story of a girl living on the floor above.
In our summary of “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry, I would like to note that the author, describing the complex and quarrelsome character of his neighbor-artist, does not single him out, does not sympathize with him, but does not criticize him either; the fullness of the picture is revealed in the last few words of the young girl, which describes recent events in the life of a recovering neighbor. The young organism prevailed over the disease, and the reason for recovery was precisely the last leaf that remained on the ivy. Day after day he fought for life, he did not want to give up. Neither the wind nor the approach of winter could frighten him, and this tiny piece of life inspired the girl, and she wanted to get well, wanted to live again.
Above, in the summary of “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry, we talked about the old artist who dies at the end of the story. He dies quickly, also suffering from pneumonia, he is found unconscious on the floor of his room in wet clothes, and no one knows the reason for his action. And only a few days later, based on the words of the girls themselves, the reader will understand that this seemingly obnoxious old man, whose heart was truly pure, put his life on the line, and it was he who would save the dying girl by creating his masterpiece. The old man drew the last leaf of the tree and attached it to the branch. And he caught a cold that night.
An old man who has lived and experienced life will give a magnificent lesson that is more valuable than all words, which this girl will never forget, and thanks to him she will look at life in a new way. The old man saved the man and fulfilled his golden dream. This is the truly inspiring and at the same time touching story of O. Henry “The Last Leaf”, a summary of which is presented in this material. The story itself does not leave you indifferent and touches to the core.
The desire to live
The desire to live, fight for life, love it, no matter how difficult it may seem. Yes, sometimes it seems that she is unfair and cruel, but she is beautiful and unique. Sometimes, in order to realize this, you need to go through difficulties, find yourself on the brink of life and death. And it is precisely when you are on this chilly border that you realize how beautiful life is, how beautiful the simple things that surround us every day are: the singing of birds, the warmth of the sun, the blue of the sky. How important it is to remember this, how necessary it is to talk about this to children, and even if it seems to you that they will not understand you now, at this very moment, but it is worth talking about it, they will definitely remember your words when the time comes. The summary of O. Henry's book "The Last Leaf", described above, can serve as just such an example.
Conclusion. Bottom line
In conclusion, summing up the above, I would like to recommend reading “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry, a brief summary of which was presented to your attention in this material. This work is one of the author's best masterpieces.
Last sheet
In a small block west of Washington Square, the streets became confused and broke into short strips called thoroughfares. These passages form strange angles and curved lines. One street there even crosses itself twice. A certain artist managed to discover a very valuable property of this street. Suppose a store picker with a bill for paint, paper and canvas meets himself there, going home, without having received a single cent of the bill!
And so people of art came across the peculiar quarter of Greenwich Village in search of north-facing windows, 18th-century roofs, Dutch attics and cheap rent. Then they moved a few pewter mugs and a brazier or two there from Sixth Avenue and founded a “colony.”
Sue and Jonesy's studio was located at the top of a three-story brick house. Jonesy is a diminutive of Joanna. One came from Maine, the other from California. They met at the table d'hôte of a restaurant on Volma Street and found that their views on art, endive salad and fashionable sleeves completely coincided. As a result, a common studio arose.
This was in May. In November, an inhospitable stranger, whom doctors call Pneumonia, walked invisibly around the colony, touching one thing or another with his icy fingers. Along the East Side, this murderer walked boldly, killing dozens of victims, but here, in the labyrinth of narrow, moss-covered alleys, he trudged foot after naked.
Mr. Pneumonia was by no means a gallant old gentleman. A petite girl, anemic from California marshmallows, was hardly a worthy opponent for the burly old dunce with the red fists and the shortness of breath. However, he knocked her down, and Jonesy lay motionless on the painted iron bed, looking through the shallow frame of the Dutch window at the blank wall of the neighboring brick house.
One morning, the preoccupied doctor with one movement of his shaggy gray eyebrows called Sue into the corridor.
“She has one chance... well, let’s say, against ten,” he said, shaking off the mercury in the thermometer. - And only if she herself wants to live. Our entire pharmacopoeia becomes meaningless when people begin to act in the interests of the undertaker. Your little lady has decided that she will never get better. What is she thinking about?
“She... she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples.”
- With paints? Nonsense! Is there something on her soul that is really worth thinking about, for example, a man?
“Well, then she’s just weakened,” the doctor decided. “I will do everything I can do as a representative of science.” But when my patient starts counting the carriages in his funeral procession, I knock off fifty percent of the healing power of the drugs. If you can get her to even once ask what style of sleeves will be worn this winter, I guarantee you that she will have a one in five chance instead of a one in ten.
After the doctor left, Sue ran into the workshop and cried into a Japanese paper napkin until it was completely soaked. Then she bravely walked into Jonesy's room with a drawing board, whistling ragtime.
Johnsy lay with her face turned to the window, barely visible under the blankets. Sue stopped whistling, thinking Johnsy had fallen asleep.
She set up the board and began an ink drawing of the magazine story. For young artists, the path to Art is paved with illustrations for magazine stories, with which young authors pave their way to Literature.
While sketching the figure of an Idaho cowboy in smart breeches and a monocle for the story, Sue heard a quiet whisper repeated several times. She hurriedly walked to the bed. Jonesy's eyes were wide open. She looked out the window and counted - counted backwards.
“Twelve,” she said, and a little later: “eleven,” and then: “ten” and “nine,” and then: “eight” and “seven,” almost simultaneously.
Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? All that was visible was an empty, dull courtyard and the blank wall of a brick house twenty paces away. An old, old ivy with a gnarled trunk, rotten at the roots, wove half of the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn tore the leaves from the vines, and the bare skeletons of the branches clung to the crumbling bricks.
-What is it, honey? – asked Sue.
“Six,” Jonesy answered, barely audible. “Now they fly around much faster.” Three days ago there were almost a hundred of them. My head was spinning to count. And now it's easy. Another one has flown. Now there are only five left.
- What's five, honey? Tell your Sudie.
- Listyev. On the ivy. When the last leaf falls, I will die. I've known this for three days now. Didn't the doctor tell you?
– This is the first time I’ve heard such nonsense! – Sue retorted with magnificent contempt. “What could the leaves on the old ivy have to do with your getting better?” And you still loved this ivy so much, ugly girl! Don't be stupid. But even today the doctor told me that you would soon recover...excuse me, how did he say that?..that you have ten chances against one. But this is no less than what each of us here in New York experiences when riding a tram or walking past a new house. Try to eat a little broth and let your Sudie finish the drawing so she can sell it to the editor and buy wine for her sick girl and pork cutlets for herself.
“You don’t need to buy any more wine,” answered Jonesy, looking intently out the window. - Another one has flown. No, I don't want any broth. So that leaves only four. I want to see the last leaf fall. Then I will die too.
“Johnsy, honey,” said Sue, leaning over her, “will you promise me not to open your eyes and not look out the window until I finish working?” I have to hand in the illustration tomorrow. I need light, otherwise I would pull down the curtain.
-Can't you draw in the other room? – Jonesy asked coldly.
“I’d like to sit with you,” Sue said. “Besides, I don’t want you to look at those stupid leaves.”
“Tell me when you’ve finished,” Johnsy said, closing her eyes, pale and motionless, like a fallen statue, “because I want to see the last leaf fall.” I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to free myself from everything that holds me - to fly, to fly lower and lower, like one of these poor, tired leaves.
“Try to sleep,” Sue said. “I need to call Berman, I want to paint him as a hermit gold miner.” I'll be there for a minute at most. Look, don't move until I come.
Old Man Berman was an artist who lived on the ground floor under their studio. He was already over sixty, and his beard, all in curls, like Michelangelo’s Moses, descended from the head of a satyr onto the body of a dwarf. In art, Berman was a failure. He was always going to write a masterpiece, but he didn’t even start it. For several years now he had not written anything except signs, advertisements and the like for the sake of a piece of bread. He earned some money by posing for young artists who could not afford professional models. He drank heavily, but still talked about his future masterpiece. Otherwise, he was a feisty old man who scoffed at all sentimentality and looked at himself as watchdog, specially assigned to guard two young artists.
Sue found Berman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his darkened downstairs closet. In one corner, for twenty-five years, an untouched canvas stood on an easel, ready to receive the first touches of a masterpiece. Sue told the old man about Johnsy's fantasy and about her fears that she, light and fragile as a leaf, would fly away from them when her fragile connection with the world weakened. Old man Berman, whose red lips were very noticeably watering, shouted, mocking such idiotic fantasies.
- What! - he shouted. - Is such stupidity possible - to die because leaves fall from the damned ivy! First time I hear it. No, I don’t want to pose for your idiot hermit. How do you let her fill her head with such nonsense? Oh, poor little Miss Jonesy!
“She is very sick and weak,” said Sue, “and from the fever all sorts of morbid fantasies come into her head. Very good, Mr. Berman - if you don’t want to pose for me, then don’t. But I still think that you are a nasty old man... a nasty old talker.
- This is a real woman! - Berman shouted. – Who said that I don’t want to pose? Let's go. I'm coming with you. For half an hour I say that I want to pose. My God! This is no place for a good girl like Miss Jonesy to be sick. Someday I will write a masterpiece and we will all leave here. Yes, yes!
Jonesy was dozing when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the curtain down to the window sill and motioned for Berman to go into the other room. There they went to the window and looked with fear at the old ivy. Then they looked at each other without saying a word. It was cold, persistent rain mixed with snow. Berman, wearing an old blue shirt, sat down in the pose of a gold miner-hermit on an overturned teapot instead of a rock.
Two young artists, Sue and Joanna, rent a small studio together in the bohemian quarter of New York. In cold November, Joanna becomes seriously ill with pneumonia. All day long she lies in bed and looks out the window overlooking the gray wall of the neighboring building. The wall is covered with old ivy, flying under the gusts of the autumn wind. Joanna counts the falling leaves, she is sure that she will die when the wind blows the last leaf from the vine. The doctor tells Sue that the drugs won't help unless Joanna feels at least some interest in life. Sue doesn't know how to help her sick friend.
Sue visits neighbor Berman to ask him to pose for a book illustration. She tells him that Joanna is sure of her imminent death along with the last ivy leaf that has flown away. The old, drinking artist, an embittered loser who dreamed of fame but never started a single painting, just laughs at these ridiculous fantasies.
The next morning, the friends see that one single ivy leaf is still miraculously in place, and all the following days too. Joanna comes to life, they consider this a sign that they should continue to live. The doctor visiting Joanna tells them that old Berman has been sent to the hospital with pneumonia.
The patient is recovering quickly and soon her life is out of danger. Then Sue tells her friend that the old artist has died. He got pneumonia while drawing on the wall of a neighboring building on a rainy and cold night the same lonely ivy leaf that had not flown away, which saved the young girl’s life. The very masterpiece that he had been planning to write all his life.
Detailed retelling
Two young female artists came from the deep provinces to New York. The girls are close childhood friends. Their names were Sue and Jonesy. We decided to rent a place for ourselves, since our friends and relatives were in such bigger city they don't have. We chose an apartment in Greenwich Village, on the very top floor. Everyone knows that people associated with creativity live in this quarter.
At the end of October and the beginning of November it was very cold, the girls did not have warm clothes, and Johnsy fell ill. The doctor's diagnosis saddened the girls. Pneumonia disease. The doctor said she has a one in a million chance of getting out. But the girl lost the spark in her life. The girls just lie on the bed, look out the window, then at the sky, at the trees and wait for the time of their death. She sees a tree from which leaves are falling. She decides for herself that as soon as the last leaf breaks, she will leave for another world.
Sue is looking for ways to get her friend back on her feet. She meets Elder Berman, he is an artist, who lives on the floor below. The master keeps trying to create a work of art, but it just doesn’t work out. Having learned about the girl, the old man was upset. In the evening, a strong storm began with rain and thunderstorms, Johnsy knew that in the morning the leaf on the tree would be gone, just like her. But what was her surprise that after such a disaster the leaf stayed on the tree. Jnosi was very surprised by this. She blushes, she feels ashamed, and suddenly she wants to live and fight.
The doctor came and noticed that the body was improving. The chances were 50% to 50%. The doctor came to the house again, the body began to climb out. The doctor said that there was an epidemic going through the house, and the old man from the bottom floor was also sick with the disease and maybe the next day the doctor’s visit was more joyful, as he said wonderful news. Jonesy will live and the danger is over.
In the evening, Sue learns that the artist below died from an illness; his body stopped fighting the disease. Berman fell ill at the same time terrible night when nature was raging. He depicted the same ivy leaf and, under heavy rain and cold wind, climbed a tree to attach it. Since there wasn’t a single leaf left on the ivy then. The Creator still created his excellent masterpiece. Thus, he saved the girl’s life and sacrificed his own.
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- Summary Out loud Mayakovsky
The book consists of three parts. The narrator is American expat and journalist Jake Barnes. The location of the first part is Paris, France. Here Jake interacts with a number of other American expats.
The short story by the American writer O. Henry “The Last Leaf” was first published in 1907, included in the collection of short stories “The Burning Lamp”. The first and most famous film adaptation of the novel took place in 1952. The film was called "The Chief of the Redskins and Others."
Young artists Jonesy and Sue rent a small apartment for two in Greenwich Village, a New York neighborhood where artistic people have always preferred to live. Jonesy got pneumonia. The doctor who treated the girl said that the artist had no chance of saving herself. She will only survive if she wants to. But Jonesy had already lost interest in life. Lying in bed, the girl looks out the window at the ivy, observing how many leaves are left on it. The cold November wind tears off more and more leaves every day. Jonesy is sure she will die when the last one is torn down. The young artist’s assumptions are unfounded, because she may die earlier or later, or not die at all. However, Jonesy unconsciously connects the ending of his life with the disappearance of the last leaf.
Sue is concerned about her friend's dark thoughts. It is useless to persuade Jonesy to get rid of his ridiculous idea. Sue shares her experiences with Berman, an old artist who lives in the same house. Berman dreams of creating a real masterpiece. However, the dream has remained just a dream for many years. Sue invites her colleague to pose for her. The girl wants to paint him as a hermit gold digger. Upon learning what is happening to Jonesy, Berman becomes so upset that he refuses to pose.
The next morning after Sue’s conversation with the old artist, Jonesy notices that there is one last leaf left on the ivy, symbolizing for the girl the last thread connecting her to life. Jonesy watches how the leaf resists the desperate gusts of wind. In the evening it began to rain heavily. The artist is confident that when she wakes up tomorrow morning, the leaf will no longer be on the ivy.
But in the morning Johnsy discovers that the sheet is still in its place. The girl sees this as a sign. She was wrong to wish herself death; she was driven by cowardice. The doctor who visited Jonesy notes that the patient has improved significantly and that the chances of recovery have increased markedly. Her friends find out that Berman is also sick, but he will not be able to recover. A day later, the doctor informs Jonesy that her life is no longer in danger. On the evening of the same day, the girl learned that Berman had died in the hospital. In addition, the artist learns that the old man, in a sense, died through her fault. He caught a cold and pneumonia the night the ivy lost its last leaf. Berman knew what this piece of paper meant to Jonesy, and he drew a new one. The artist fell ill while attaching a leaf to a branch in the bitter wind and pouring rain.
Artist Jonesy
Creative personalities have a soul more vulnerable than ordinary people. They are easily disappointed and quickly fall into depression for no apparent reason. This is exactly what Jonesy turned out to be. The first difficulties of life associated with the disease made her lose heart. Being a creative person, the girl draws a parallel between the ivy leaves, disappearing every day, and the days of her life, the number of which also decreases every day. Perhaps a representative of another profession would not have thought of drawing such parallels.
Old Man Berman
The old artist was not very lucky in life. He couldn't become famous or rich. Berman's dream is to create a real masterpiece that would immortalize his name. However, time passes, and the artist cannot get down to work. He simply does not know what exactly needs to be painted, while realizing that a real masterpiece must certainly come out from under his brush.
Finally, fate gives the artist the opportunity to realize his dream in an unusual way. His dying neighbor places all her hope in the last ivy leaf. She will definitely die if this leaf falls from the branch. Berman is upset by the girl’s gloomy thoughts, but deep down in his soul he understands her perfectly, since his soul is also vulnerable and full artistic images, incomprehensible to others. A real masterpiece turned out to be a small, inconspicuous sheet that did more than the most stunning painting of any of Berman’s famous colleagues.
Artist Sue
Jonesy's friend takes on the role of mediator between those who have lost hope and those who are able to return it. Sue treasures Jonesy. The girls are united not only by their profession. Living in the same apartment, they became a kind of small family, supporting each other.
Sue sincerely wants to help her friend. But her lack of life experience does not allow her to do this. Jonesy needs more than just medicine. The girl has lost the will to live, and this is much worse than the inability to buy the necessary medications. Sue doesn't know how to give Johnsy back what she lost. The artist goes to Berman so that he, as an older comrade, can give her advice.
Analysis of the work
The author's skill is manifested in the description of everyday situations. Having excluded fantasy, not every writer can create the unusual out of the ordinary. The plot of the novel seems too prosaic at first. But for those who decide to read the work to the end, an unexpected and exciting ending awaits.
Magic in the work
“The Last Leaf” is another example man-made miracle. Reading the novella, the reader involuntarily recalls the story “Scarlet Sails”. The plots of the works are completely different. What unites them is a miracle created by human hands. A girl named Assol spent her whole life waiting for her lover on a ship with scarlet sails simply because she received a “prediction” in childhood. The old man, who wanted to give hope to the unfortunate child, made the girl believe in a miracle. Arthur Gray performed another miracle, making her dream come true.
Jonesy is not waiting for a lover. She has lost her bearings and doesn’t know how to move on. She needs some kind of sign, which she, in the end, creates for herself. At the same time, the reader observes the hopelessness imposed by the girl. The ivy leaf will sooner or later tear away from the branch, which means that death is seen by Jonesy as something inevitable. Deep down, the young artist has already given up on life. Perhaps she does not see her future, expecting the same inglorious fate that befell her neighbor Berman. He did not reach any heights and until his old age remained a failure, flattering himself with the hope of creating a picture that would enrich and glorify him.
In our next article you will find a biography of O. Henry, an outstanding master of short stories, who during his creative career created almost three hundred short stories and one novel.
Another entertaining short story by O. Henry, “The Chief of the Redskins,” is dedicated to the story of unlucky kidnappers who wanted to profit from a child, but fate decreed otherwise.
Berman's "masterpiece" is truly priceless. One small, barely noticeable piece of paper was able to do what no known painting could do - save human life. The failed artist did not become rich and famous, but his art was the last argument in favor of life for a dying girl. Berman actually sacrificed himself to save another man.
It is likely that it is after the death of the old artist that Jonesy’s life will take on a new meaning. The girl will be able to feel joy from every day she lives and will begin to appreciate the time allotted to her in this world. Now she knows what an ordinary piece of paper can do. Maybe her work will someday force someone to make the right choice.