Fram from the madding crowd is a novel by Thomas Hardy. It is about love conflict between four characters.
The story starts with introduction of Gabriel oak. He was farmer. One night one beautiful young woman named Bathsheba saves him from suffocation. Oak proposes her for marriage which she refuses. Oak loses his livelihood when one of his dogs chases all his sheep off a cliff. He had lost all the things.
After wandering the countryside looking for a job, Oak arrives in a town called Weatherbury and gets himself a job as a shepherd. He finds that Bathsheba is his master who had inherited the farm after her uncle's recent death.
Meanwhile, a wealthy old farmer in the area named Boldwood decides that he'd like to marry Bathsheba, too. And she even gives Boldwood a half-promise to say yes, even though she doesn't love him. Suddenly Sergeant Troy comes in the town and Bathsheba falls in love with him. The two of them get married quickly, which breaks the hearts of both Boldwood and Gabriel Oak. Oak suspect he is not a good man. Troy used to be engaged to one of Bathsheba's servants Fanny Robin and he has left her (and their child) to die in the streets. When Bathsheba finds this out, her heart totally breaks.
Troy goes missing believed that he drowned in sea and died. But he was alive. When life turns out to be really hard without his wife's money, though, he comes skulking back to Weatherbury to claim his fortune. During his absence, Boldwood has pestered Bathsheba into marrying him. On the night Boldwood hopes to announce the engagement, though, Troy shows up to steal Bathsheba away for a second time.
Boldwood frustrated shoots Troy. Shortly afterwards, Boldwood turns himself in at a nearby police station. He's sentenced to be executed, but gets pardoned at the last minute because everyone thinks he's insane. Meanwhile, Gabriel Oak tells Bathsheba that he'll be leaving for America soon. She begs him to stay, and he agrees to… if the two of them can get married. She agrees and they get married shortly after.
A man's destination is his own village, His own fire, and his wife's cooking; To sit in front of his own door at sunset And see his grandson, and his neighbour's grandson Playing in the dust together. Scarred but secure, he has many memories Which return at the hour of conversation, (The warm or the cool hour, according to the climate) Of foreign men, who fought in foreign places, Foreign to each other. A man's destination is not his destiny, Every country is home to one man And exile to another. Where a man dies bravely At one with his destiny, that soil is his. Let his village remember. This was not your land, or ours: but a village in the Midlands, And one in the Five Rivers, may have the same graveyard. Let those who go home tell the same story of you: Of action with a common purpose, action None the less fruitful if neither you nor we Know, unt...
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