When everyone had finished eating, I walked to the door of the office to see what the weather was. What a sad scene. The darkness fell too early, and the wind blew the snowflakes about so wildly that the hills and the sky were nowhere to be seen.

- I cannot go home at this time without a guide - I say - What can I do?

Mr. Heathcliff acted as if he didn't hear what I just said. he calmly only showed Hareton how to drive the sheep to safety.

- What should I do? - I asked back, getting more and more annoyed.

there was still no response, and as I looked around, I could only see Joseph coming in to bring meals for the dogs; and Heathcliff is crouching on the fire. Joseph looked around the room and spoke, his voice lost.

- How can you stand out while everyone is busy? but it's futile to say that, it's useless to say, because people like that will never get better. Before or after, go back to demons like mother.

Thinking he was telling me I angrily turned to kick him out the door. I stopped when I saw Miss Heathcliff speak:

- The terrible hypocrite old man - She scolded - Are you not afraid of the devil when you mention his name? Let me show you how much we have progressed in our research on magic.

She took down a book from the shelf.

- Let me ask the devil a favor is to get him. The red ox did not die by chance and his rheumatoid arthritis was not a godsend.

- Oh, what a cruel evil! - The old man gasped - Please save us from evil.

the girl scowled, pretending to be hateful, and Joseph trembled with terror, hurriedly ran away, praying with his mouth open. At this point, I tried to make the young lady pay attention to my difficulties.

- Mrs. Heathcliff, please excuse me for bothering you, but how do I get to my home?

- Just follow the path he went to here. - The lady answered neatly while choosing a comfortable seat to read.

- So if you hear me buried in the snow, your conscience does not tell you that it is partly because of you?

- How is that possible? I could not accompany him. they never let me go beyond the fence around the garden.

- She is, but I did not ask her to go with - I replied - There is not a servant can come with me?

- There are no names. - She answered quickly.

- Then I have to stay overnight here - I conclude.

"I hope this will be a lesson for you not to risk wandering around the hills again." Mr. Heathcliff's stern voice came from the kitchen door. "I don't have any rooms for guests here," he said. But he could sleep with either Hareton or Joseph.

- I can sleep on a chair in this room. - I replied.

- No no! I don't allow strangers to wander around here when I'm not around - the rude host said.

This last humiliation made me lose my patience. I pushed Mr. Heathcliff aside, then dashed across the kitchen, out into the yard. It was so dark that I could not see the exit. Joseph was in a nearby barn, milking cows in the light of a lantern. I grabbed his lamp and shouted that I would return it, running to the nearest gate.

- Boss, Boss, he steals the lantern. - Old man screamed, chasing me - eh, dog! Hey, Gnasher! Hey Wolf! Hold him, catch him!

When I opened the gate, two large dogs rushed to my neck and pushed me down. The sounds of Heathcliff and Hareton laughing only irritated me. Fortunately, the two animals did not bite me, but just watched, preventing me from getting up. I had to lie there until Mr. Heathcliff called the dogs to stand.

trembling, I ordered Mr. Heathcliff to let me go immediately. I spoke so angrily that my nose was nosebleed, but Mr. Heathcliff kept laughing while I shouted. Now, Zillah, the butler, who saved me the day before, ran out to see what was so loud. She thought they attacked me, and didn't dare criticize the boss, so she turned to the young man:

- Well, Mr. Earnshaw, what else will happen? - She cried - Could we have murdered on our doorstep again? Look at that poor fellow, he's suffocating. Come here, monsieur, then I will cure you

Saying so, she suddenly threw a chilled icy water down my neck and pulled me into the kitchen. Mr. Heathcliff followed. Joy seemed to dissipate as quickly as it had erupted. He saw that I was almost stunned, and went out to tell Zillah to get me a glass of brandy, then disappeared into the hall.

After a while, when he realized that I had gotten better, Zillah led me upstairs.

- Don't make a fuss - I warn - the boss has odd thoughts about the bedroom where he is going to stay and he can never let anyone there, if he can avoid it.

Once inside, I carefully locked the door and looked around. The room had very little furniture, if not for a large bed, the two sides were covered with wooden boards and placed under the windows. I pulled out the boards covering both sides, then climbed into bed. I lit the candles for the morning and when I closed the boards, I felt safe, not afraid of Mr. Heathcliff or anyone else.

There is a shelf below the window. I put the candle on the shelf. There were several books in one corner of the shelf, and the rest were covered with words engraved on the paint. the words were a name carved in all the big and small letters - Catherine Earnshaw - then repeated - Catherine Earnshaw - sometimes found Catherine Heathcliff or Catherine Linton.

I rested my head on the ledge of the window, spelling out the names over and over again, Catherine, Catherine Earnshaw, Heathcliff, Linton, until my eyes narrowed and I fell asleep, my mind still lingering. the white letters and the atmosphere filled the Catherins

When I came to my senses, the candle had fallen into the cover of one of the books and the room smelled of burnt skin. I began to look at the books. One is a diary written in an immature, scribbled script. On one page there was a caricature of my friend Joseph, very well drawn. I decided to read this diary and learn as much about that unknown Catherine as possible.

"A horrible Sunday," the diary entry began, "wishing my father were alive. Hindley was so annoying, and he treated Heathcliff badlyheathcliff and I will rebel. "

Next is a thorough account of Hindley's way of mistreating Heathcliff and the diary pages that day ended in the paragraph: "I am sitting in my journal, but Heathcliff is impatient and says we should go out. outside the wasteland runninga great idea, because we don't find it cold and wet in the kitchen behind this house. "

Continuing the diary a few days later, she wrote: "I never expected that Hindley would make me cry so much," she wrote. "My head hurts, but I still can't speakpoor Heathcliff. Hindley said he was a digan and didn't let him eat with us. He threatened to kick him out of the house, if we disobeyed ".

I began to doze off while reading, then finally fell back down on the bed and started dreaming. I suddenly woke up and remembered that I was in a strange room. Outside, I could hear the wind whistling through the corners, swirling with snow. A fir twig clicked on the glass window. The noise bothered me so much that I tried to open the window, but it was locked. Determined to break the branch, I smashed the glass with my finger joint. "I have to make it stop hitting the window." I muttered while reaching out my hand.

Instead of grabbing onto that branch, my fingers grabbed the fingers of an ice-cold hand. An absolute fear arose in me. I tried to pull my arm back, but the other hand was clinging tightly, and a mournful, sobbing voice said:

- Let me in! Let me in!

- Who are you? - I asked, trying to pull my hand back.

- Catherine Linton. I am Catherin Linton. - The voice replied - I have arrived home. I was lost in the wilderness.

While that voice rang out, I saw a baby face looking out the window. The terror makes me cruel. Seeing that I could not remove my hand from the creature, I pulled her wrist to the broken glass of the window, repeating it again and again until blood flowed through the bedspread. Still, he said, "Let me in!", And clung on forever, driving me crazy with fear.

- How can I let you in? - Eventually I said - Let go, if you want me to let you in.

The frozen fingers relaxed and I pulled my hand back, then hurriedly stacked the books up, blocking the gap in the window. When I finished, I put my hand on my ear to prevent my pleadings.

I kept covering my ears like that for an hour, but when I listened to my ears, the brain-like scream still whined, "Let me in!".

- Scat! - I shouted - I will never let you in even though you begged for twenty years!

- But it's been twenty years already - voice whining - Twenty years. I have been wandering for twenty years.

There was a soft scraping outside, and the pile of books moved as if being pushed. I tried to get up, but kept dumbfounded in fear. I shouted out in horror.

immediately, I heard footsteps heading towards my room and the door opened. I sat there, trembling to wipe the sweat on my forehead. Finally, I heard a whisper outside the doorway:

- Is anyone in there? - Mr. Heathcliff said, obviously not waiting for an answer. I was afraid he might search more, so I turned around and opened the covers of the bed. I will never forget the power of that for him.

he stood near the entrance, the candle dripping hot wax down his fingers, his face as white as the wall behind him. The first crack of the wooden planks shocked him like an electric shock. The candle flew out of his hand, and he was so confused that it was difficult to pick it up.

- Just your guest, sir - I said - Unfortunately I was screaming because of a terrible nightmare. I'm sorry to bother you.

- Mr. Lockwood! - He said as he put the candle on a chair. - Who led you to this room? - he asked, pressing his fingers against both of his palms. - Who is that? I will kick him out of this house

"It's your sister-in-law Zillah," I said as I got up from the bed and quickly dressed. "I don't care if you dismiss her, Mr. Heathcliff." She deserves it. This place has ghosts, it's full of demons and ghosts.

- What do you mean? Heathcliff asked. And why are you sitting here? Now he was here, he just lay down and went to sleep for the rest of the night. But for the sake of God, please don't recur that awful commotion. There is no excuse for this, unless he has a cut.

- For example, if that small ghost got in through the window, it would strangle me. - I said, "What is that Catherine Linton or Earnshaw girl?" She told me that she had been wandering on the earth for twenty years. That's a fitting punishment for her sins, I am sure.

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly remembered that Catherine had often written Heathcliff's name in her diary. I tried to explain:

- Sir! In fact, I spent the first part of the night spelling the name engraved on this window. It's a monotonous, easy-to-sleep task, like ...

- What do you mean by that? - Mr. Heathcliff roared fiercely - How dare you say that right under my roof? Dear God, he went crazy before saying so! - he frantically struck his forehead.

Suddenly he looked up and I thought he saw tears in his eyes.

- Mr. Lockwood, you can come to my room. Don't go out into the yard because the dogs have been unleashed, let loose there, and the Gnasher is in the hall. But you go away, I'll be with you in a few minutes.

I left the room, but didn't know the path of the house, so I lingered near the doorway waiting for my householder, who at that time seemed to have lost his sanity. he lay in bed, tugging open the window, jerking and crying.

- Come in, come in, - he sobbed - Catherine, please come here! Oh, come here again! Oh, my beloved, hear me this time! Catherine, please come here!

But the ghost did not respond and showed no sign of being there. wind and snow from outside the window and blow out the candle. The landlord lamented so angrily that I had to leave the doorway and was angry that I told him about a nightmare.

I cautiously went downstairs and found myself standing in the kitchen. Here I can re-light the candle by the red ash in the fireplace. A gray cat stood up, greeting me with a virtual "clam" sound. I lay down on a wooden bench, trying to rest a bit.

A few hours later, while I was lying down, Joseph came in to disturb the fruit. He came down from the bedroom upstairs. he said nothing, just leisurely hissed his pipe, and left as formally as he entered.

At this moment I heard a younger sound of footsteps. I tried to say hello but stopped Hareton Earnshaw from greeting the morning with curses. he picked up a shovel to remove snow blocking the path. I sat up and followed him, but he pointed to a door inside, signaling that I should go that way. I found myself in the hall itself. The women's wing has gathered there. zillah was using a pipe to blow a fire in the fireplace while Miss Heathcliff was reading a book in the fire.

I was surprised that Heathcliff was also there. he stood by the fireplace with his back to me; he just scolded poor sister Zillah.

- And she, she is useless - At this moment he spoke, turned to his daughter-in-law - She sat again. All the other children work for a living, and she survives on my charity. Put that book away, do you hear? You will pay the price for the crime that always makes me suffer.

"I'll take away my book because you can force me to do it," the young woman said, folding the book and throwing it on a chair. "But I won't do anything I don't." prefer.

heathcliff raised his arm to attempt to descend, but the girl swiftly jumped away and pouted contemptuously. I walked to the fireplace, so Heathcliff put his hand in his pocket. Miss Heathcliff sat down again. This time she sat down in a chair on the other side. I refused to eat breakfast with them, and as soon as it was morning I walked outside, where the air was clear, quiet and cold.

My host called me out loudly when I had just reached the end of the garden and volunteered to accompany me through the wilderness. I was glad he took him, because the snow had made the ground unrecognizable and I didn't know which way to go. Along the way we talked a little and broke up in front of the entrance to Thrushcross Incubator. Although I know the way by now, it was not until mid noon that I could return to the hamlet.

Mrs. Dean, my butler, is very worried about me. She was even more worried because as a result of my adventure, I caught a cold and had a high fever, forcing me to stay in the room for a while.

When I saw that I was getting better, I asked Mrs. Dean about my neighbors at Howling Peak. She was very happy to tell me the story because she had grown up there, although for eighteen years she had lived there Thrushcross.

I hired Thrushcross as a reclusive place, away from people, and now I find myself very eager to hear everything, as much as I can about the strange man who lives four miles away from me.

for the next few weeks, I couldn't get out of the house, and Mrs. Dean told me the story one after the other. I will record the story while she tells it.