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    Love Among the Haystacks
    Love Among the Haystacks
    Love Among the Haystacks
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    Love Among the Haystacks

    By D. H. Lawrence

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    Love Among the Haystacks was written in the year 1930 by David Herbert Lawrence. This book is one of the most popular novels of David Herbert Lawrence, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

    This book is published by Booklassic which brings young readers closer to classic literature globally.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooklassic
    Release dateJul 7, 2015
    ISBN9789635220021
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    D. H. Lawrence

    David Herbert Lawrence was born on 11th September 1881 in Eastwood, a small mining village in Nottinghamshire, in the English Midlands. Despite ill health as a child and a comparatively disadvantageous position in society, he became a teacher in 1908, and took up a post in a school in Croydon, south of London. His first novel, The White Peacock, was published in 1911, and from then until his death he wrote feverishly, producing poetry, novels, essays, plays travel books and short stories, while travelling around the world, settling for periods in Italy, New Mexico and Mexico. He married Frieda Weekley in 1914 and died of tuberculosis in 1930.

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    • 3/5
      This is a short story about two awkward, angst ridden farm boys. Competitive brothers looking for love when they are supposed to be getting the hay in. Unfortunately, they both focus on the same person as the object of their desires. This is filled with the typical Lawrence family drama and awkward social situations. Lots of emotional turmoil, but calm in outward appearance. The characters are people who make everybody uncomfortable, including themselves and you certainly don't want to stick around for dinner.
    • 2/5
      I read this when I was in the Navy and stationed at the Naval Air Base at Jacksonville, Fla. I made a trip to St. Augustine, Fla. and read this while riding the bus to there and back.. But I made no comment on my reading in my diary, so obviously the reading of these short stories did not impress me much

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    Love Among the Haystacks - D. H. Lawrence

    978-963-522-002-1

    Chapter 1

    The two large fields lay on a hillside facing south. Being newly cleared of hay, they were golden green, and they shone almost blindingly in the sunlight. Across the hill, half-way up, ran a high hedge, that flung its black shadow finely across the molten glow of the sward. The stack was being built just above the hedge. It was of great size, massive, but so silvery and delicately bright in tone that it seemed not to have weight. It rose dishevelled and radiant among the steady, golden-green glare of the field. A little farther back was another, finished stack.

    The empty wagon was just passing through the gap in the hedge. From the far-off corner of the bottom field, where the sward was still striped grey with winrows, the loaded wagon launched forward, to climb the hill to the stack. The white dots of the hay-makers showed distinctly among the hay.

    The two brothers were having a moment's rest, waiting for the load to come up. They stood wiping their brows with their arms, sighing from the heat and the labour of placing the last load. The stack they rode was high, lifting them up above the hedge-tops, and very broad, a great slightly-hollowed vessel into which the sunlight poured, in which the hot, sweet scent of hay was suffocating. Small and inefficacious the brothers looked, half-submerged in the loose, great trough, lifted high up as if on an altar reared to the sun.

    Maurice, the younger brother, was a handsome young fellow of twenty-one, careless and debonair, and full of vigour. His grey eyes, as he taunted his brother, were bright and baffled with a strong emotion. His swarthy face had the same peculiar smile, expectant and glad and nervous, of a young man roused for the first time in passion.

    Tha sees, he said, as he leaned on the pommel of his fork, tha thowt as tha'd done me one, didna ter? He smiled as he spoke, then fell again into his pleasant torment of musing.

    I thought nowt—tha knows so much, retorted Geoffrey, with the touch of a sneer. His brother had the better of him. Geoffrey was a very heavy, hulking fellow, a year older than Maurice. His blue eyes were unsteady, they glanced away quickly; his mouth was morbidly sensitive. One felt him wince away, through the whole of his great body. His inflamed self-consciousness was a disease in him.

    Ah but though, I know tha did, mocked Maurice. Tha went slinkin' off—Geoffrey winced convulsively—thinking as that wor the last night as any of us'ud ha'e ter stop here, an' so tha'd leave me to sleep out, though it wor thy turn—

    He smiled to himself, thinking of the result of Geoffrey's ruse.

    I didna go slinkin' off neither, retorted Geoffrey, in his heavy, clumsy manner, wincing at the phrase. Didna my feyther send me to fetch some coal—

    Oh yes, oh yes—we know all about it. But tha sees what tha missed, my lad.

    Maurice, chuckling, threw himself on his back in the bed of hay. There was absolutely nothing in his world, then, except the shallow ramparts of the stack, and the blazing sky. He clenched his fists tight, threw his arms across his face, and braced his muscles again. He was evidently very much moved, so acutely that it was hardly pleasant, though he still smiled. Geoffrey, standing behind him, could just see his red mouth, with the young moustache like black fur, curling back and showing the teeth in a smile. The elder brother leaned his chin on the pommel of his fork, looking out across the country.

    Far away was the faint blue heap of Nottingham. Between, the country lay under a haze of heat, with here and there a flag of colliery smoke waving. But near at hand, at the foot of the hill, across the deep-hedged high road, was only the silence of the old church and the castle

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