“If aught she missed in her new day Of amplitude, or awe, Or first prospective, or the gold In using wore away” Mrs. Mallard, in fact, is full of dreams and hopes. Moreover, dreams are not about something specific, because it doesn’t matter what it will be: gold, prospects, position in society, but rather about choosing what to dream about. That she can do something without looking at her husband and society, decide for herself where to go and who to be. “Freedom, freedom,” she whispers, long-awaited freedom. “Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She rejoices simply in the fact that, from now on, she is free, and no matter what the days are, the main thing is that now they are only hers. “It lay unmentioned, as the sea Develops pearl and weed” All the feelings that burst out at once lay deep at the bottom of her soul, under the pressure of the norms of society, and the power of her husband. However, his death in a storm brings all the “pearls and weed” out. She is happy. We can see the parallel of the environment and its feelings. In the spring, all living things begin to live anew, and bloom. She also looks to the future in anticipation of a new life. “But only to himself is known The fathoms they abide” Through the dramatic irony of the last sentence, we see that no one guesses what was in her soul, what kind of person she really is. Because no one cares, generally. Since a woman is only an object in the cult of womanhood, having only a number of utilitarian functions. Having escaped from the dungeon […]