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The Mother - Somerset Maugham

'The Mother' is a short story by William Somerset Maugham. It is a story about very possessive and jealous mother who killed her son's fiance because she couldn't bear anyone with her son.

Story opens with quarrel in tenement. New lodger La Cachirra was violently quarreling with the porter. Everybody was curiously watching and nobody know who the women is. It was said that she had spent seven years in prison and come out just one month before.

One day young boy comes asking for La Cachirra. Rosalia, one of the tenant gives address to him. He was her son Currito. She was so passionate for her son. When she noticed affection between his son and rosalia, she begun to hate rosalia very much.

One day all families gather and Currito joins them. Rosalia dances with him and this makes La Cachirra furious.


Next morning she meets rosalia and begins to quarrel with her. She said that if you don't leave Currito alone, I'll kill you. That morning she leaves her but one day she again meet her and killed her. All gathers, police came, doctor came. She asks if she dead? When doctor says yes, she said, thanks be to God'

With this sentence story ends.


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