At the age of ten she moved with her family to Webster County, Nebraska.
The very crows laugh at thee when thou art trying to play. Thy hand trembles so thou canst scarce hold the bow.
Thou shalt go with me to the Blue to cut wood to-morrow. See to it thou art up early. I get so very cold, my son, let us not go to- morrow. Do not I cut wood upon the Sabbath? Care I how cold it is? Wood thou shalt cut, and haul it too, and as for the fiddle, I tell thee I will sell it yet.
Antone was the acknowledged master of the premises, and people said he was a likely youth, and would do well. Of Peter no one knew much, nor had any one a good word to say for him. Indeed there were but two things he would not pawn, his pipe and his violin. In the house of which Antone was master there was no one, from the little boy three years old, to the old man of sixty, who did not earn his bread.
Still people said that Peter was worthless, and was a great drag on Antone, his son, who never drank, and was a much better man than his father had ever been. Peter did not care what people said. He did not like the country, nor the people, least ofall he liked the plowing.
He was very homesick for Bohemia. Long ago, only eight years ago by the calendar, but it seemed eight centuries to Peter, he had been a second violinist in the great theatre at Prague. He had gone into the theatre very young, and had been there all his life, until he had a stroke of paralysis, which made his arm so weak that his bowing was uncertain.
Then they told him he could go. Those were great days at the theatre. He had plenty to drink then, and wore a dress coat every evening, and there were always parties after the play. He could play in those days, ay, that he could! Sometimes now Peter thought he could plow better if he could only bow as he used to.
He had seen all the lovely women in the world there, all the great singers and the great players. Once, a French woman came and played for weeks, he did not remember her name now.
He did not remember her face very well either, for it changed so, it was never twice the same. But the beauty of it, and the great hunger men felt at the sight of it, that he remembered.
Most of all he remembered her voice. He did not know French, and could not understand a word she said, but it seemed to him that she must be talking the music of Chopin.
And her voice, he thought he should know that in the other world. The last night she played a play in which a man touched her arm, and she stabbed him. Peter went home to his wife very drunk that night.Willa Sibert Cather (December 7, - April 24, ) was an American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, in works such as O Pioneers!, My Ántonia, and The Song of the Lark.
Willa Sibert Cather ( ) was a Pulitzer Prize-winning American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, works such as O Pioneers!, My Antonia, and The Song of the Lark.
Book: My Ántonia Author: Willa Sibert Cather, – Artist: Wladyslaw Theodor (W. T.) Benda, – First published: The text and illustrations of the original book are in the public domain in the United States.
However, since Cather died in and Benda in , they may still be. Willa Cather really seems to have dug "Paul's Case"—so much that, for many years, it's the only story she'd let textbooks or anthologies reprint.
(source).Before Willa Cather was a writer, she pl. PAUL'S CASE A STUDY IN TEMPERAMENT BY WILLA SIBERT CATHER * I.
IT was Paul's afternoon to appear before the faculty of the Pittsburg High School to account for his various misdemeanors. He had been suspended a week ago, and his father had called at the principal's office and confessed his perplexity about his son.
Paul entered the faculty room.
— Willa Cather and her parents move into the home of her paternal grandparents, William and Caroline Cather. The house, called Willow Shade, is located in an area near Back Creek, Virginia. The house, called Willow Shade, is located in an area near Back Creek, Virginia.