Which came out of the open door?

I think the story is the author "Lady, or Tiger?": Frank · R · Stockton is very interesting. Please listen to the questions and answer

Stairy, when you said you won, maybe you are on the right track. Yes, the princess is full of hatred, revenge, resentment, but she also fell in love with this young man. Whether her affection for him overcomes her hatred for this woman. She swung to the right, the one facing the two doors was the only one who saw her gesture, and he opened the right door. Since I do not know which is the door, tiger, or female, I can point out how love and hate are perceived by inferring this question.

There is a word "There is a thin line between love and hatred", but when compared to each other, "indifferent care" is said to be the opposite of the two. After knowing the passion of love and hate, this helps us fight the original problem as people want to know if there is a real difference without withdrawing from the other.

Perhaps the woman is outside the door; perhaps this is because there is no love without hatred and hatred without love. In this case, the tiger represents death and ends. However, this story emphasizes the nuances of love and hatred, it does not refer to a precursor to death.

They came to the locker room with LADIES on the door; the other door was facing and the letters of MEN were written. Jenny ceased trying the set of keys that Bodyguard gave her with a door lock. At that time, the man 's door opened and a long black male appeared and saw their direction. He took eye contact with April and Jenny swore that all attempts to find the right key failed. In April, I waved to the man who shook her, then disappeared into the room.

She turned his finger at the door handle slowly. Not yet. She tried to open the door and arrive at the summit. There is no one in the room. She opened the door and went out. He grabbed her from the side and pulled her back in the bathroom. He hugged her at the door with one arm and opened the medicine bottle she had with the other arm and hand. A few drops of tears fell in his hand, but still adhered firmly to her lips. She looked into his eyes when faded spots were dancing in my eyes, looking for love and malice. She dragged himself, putting all weight on him and the door. Her knees gave up, he held him in her arms

They kissed good night, and Declan came home. When he entered a driveway the front door opened and his parents came out. His mother extended his hand and took the key. He handed them to the shy. His father grasped his arms and pushed him into the house. "Where were you?" Next month, a short phone conversation and a long silence were characteristic of their meeting. DECLAND is very depressed. He was not sitting with Caitlin and he sat quietly beside her. He did not kiss her and I felt her soft hands on her shoulder. I am missing a call.

He stood outside the house for a long time, and finally the inside ceremony was over. The doors opened, they came out. Kothlu came first, as if he was on some precious stone, his right hand stretched and closed tightly. Kiakimé continued, even if he gave a hand clenched. They walked quietly, and in the silence behind them, brothers and sisters and cousins ​​and all the old men came. They went outside the table from Pueblo. At the edge of the cliffs, they ceased to face the morning sun. Kothor opened his hand. Corn meal was placed on the palm of his hand, he breathed in breath and whispered a few words and threw it into the sun as white dust. Chiakime also did the same. Then Hakime 's father came out, raised the feathered prayer stick, prayed for a long time, and then threw a stick behind the corn flour.