Question

Alguien me podría decir que significado tiene la maleta en este texto?

she watched him pack his clothes and his wedding suit
into his old suitcase. She could smell his cologne.
When did he last wear cologne? Ah, at their wedding. It
smelt strange then too. She never wore perfume. What use
was perfume to a working woman like her? And married
women who wear perfume are looking for lovers, trying
to catch other men. That's what people say. She already
had a good, hardworking husband with a shop of his
own. What more can a woman want?
She began to feel better now, thinking about her good
luck.

suitcase shutting. His eyes went slowly round the room,
looking for - what? She looked up at him.

'I put out all the clothes that you need,' she said. 'And
you can't get any more in. It's a small suitcase.'
He looked at her for a moment. A Chinese girl like
any other Chinese girl - small eyes, flat nose, smooth pale
skin, and long straight hair, now pinned up tidily, in the
way of married Chinese ladies. She wore her usual light
blue samfoo. No, she was not a beauty, he thought, but
she was a hard worker. His family was right when they
said to him, 'She will make a very good wife, work hard
for you, give you many sons.'

And it was true. He never had to complain about her,
not once, from the day they married and moved into their
new home, with his future in the same suitcase. Her face
was the same now as it was then, neither soft nor hard,
never showing what she felt or needed. He didn't know
what she needed. And he never asked.
'It's a good suitcase. It's lasted a long time,' he said.
'Yes, I suppose. But it's still small.'
She got up from the bed and shook the pillows. They
needed washing, she thought. Yes, wash it away, the dust
and dirt of yesterday. Their past married life together. In
the future nothing would ever be the same again.
'It's enough,' he said. 'I don't have so many things to
put in it.' He put the suitcase on the floor, ready to go.
She looked at him, still smelling his cologne. Maybe it was the cologne that was making her feel afraid. She had
to talk to him, tell him about her feelings. But she was
a hard-working Chinese woman . . . and hard-working
Chinese women must not have feelings.
'Is she waiting for you there?' she asked slowly.
'You mean the hotel?'
'Yes. I suppose the ceremony starts soon?'
She picked up one of the pillows and took off its cover.
Yes, it needed washing. She wanted to get hold of him
and shake him, scream and shout, and fall on her knees
in front of him, crying 'No, no, please stay, don't go. I'll
be a better wife. I'll work harder. I'll work as hard as two
wives.' But she just stood there, saying nothing, doing
nothing, her face showing nothing.
'I suppose,' he said.
'You'll be back in two days?'
He didn't want to talk about her feelings. She never did
before. But then it wasn't every day that your husband
brought home a new wife. A younger wife. Only nineteen.
And beautiful because she was young and happy, and had
big dark brown eyes - bright eyes. He only saw her once
before he decided, but he remembered her eyes. It would
be good to add her to the family, he thought. Now he
would have two hard-working wives, one stronger than
the other, but the young one would be like a new flower
in the house. He picked up his suitcase.
'Yes, perhaps sooner. I don't know,' he said.

Her face never showed what she felt or needed. He didn't know
what she needed. And he never asked.

'I'll take care of the shop,' she said. 'When you come
back ... with her ... I'll have some jobs for her to do.'
She sat on the bed again, suddenly feeling tired and old.
He didn't understand. No one understood. She couldn't
ask him not to go. People would say that she was wrong
even to ask him.
'Of course,' he said. He was pleased that she thought
of business. Business was important. He had many
mouths to feed. He opened the door and turned to her.
'Today is a great day for our family. Not everyone is
rich enough to have two wives. And there will be more
sons to continue the family name.' He smiled at her.
'Yes. Not everyone .. . Husband?' She looked up at
him, waiting, hoping.
'I have to go now. I'm late.' He did not want her to
say anything. He never asked questions about her feelings
because he was afraid of the answers. It was easier to
pretend that she was happy all the time.
'Your suitcase. It's old. You need a new one.'
Thankfully, he turned away. No questions asked, no
answers needed.
'Perhaps I will get a new one after all,' he said. He left
the room and the door closed quietly behind him.

Answer 1

Respuesta:

no me alcanzo

Explicación:

ella lo vio empacar su ropa y su traje de novia

en su vieja maleta. Podía oler su colonia.

¿Cuándo fue la última vez que usó colonia? Ah, en su boda. Eso

olía extraño entonces también. Ella nunca usaba perfume. Que uso

¿Era perfume para una mujer trabajadora como ella? Y casado

las mujeres que usan perfume buscan amantes, intentan

para atrapar a otros hombres. Eso es lo que dice la gente. Ella ya

tenía un esposo bueno y trabajador con una tienda suya

propio. ¿Qué más puede querer una mujer?

Ella comenzó a sentirse mejor ahora, pensando en su bien

suerte.

maleta de cierre. Sus ojos recorrieron lentamente la habitación,

buscando, ¿qué? Ella lo miró a él.

"Puse toda la ropa que necesitas", dijo. 'Y

ya no puedes entrar. Es una maleta pequeña.

Él la miró por un momento. Una chica china como

cualquier otra niña china: ojos pequeños, nariz chata, lisa y pálida

piel y cabello largo y liso, ahora recogido ordenadamente, en el

forma de casarse con damas chinas. Llevaba su luz habitual

samfoo azul No, ella no era una belleza, pensó, pero

ella era muy trabajadora. Su familia tenía razón cuando ellos

le dijo: 'Ella será una muy buena esposa, trabajará duro

para ti, darte muchos hijos.

Y fue verdad. Nunca tuvo que quejarse de ella,

ni una sola vez, desde el día en que se casaron y se mudaron a su

Nuevo hogar, con su futuro en la misma maleta. Su cara

ahora era igual que entonces, ni suave ni duro,

nunca mostrando lo que sentía o necesitaba. No sabia

lo que ella necesitaba. Y él nunca preguntó.

Es una buena maleta. Ha durado mucho tiempo '', dijo.

'Sí, supongo. Pero aún es pequeño.

Se levantó de la cama y sacudió las almohadas. Ellos

necesitaba lavarse, pensó. Sí, lávate, el polvo

y suciedad de ayer. Su vida matrimonial pasada juntos. En

el futuro ya nada volvería a ser igual.

"Es suficiente", dijo. 'No tengo tantas cosas para

poner en él. Puso la maleta en el suelo, lista para irse.

Ella lo miró, todavía oliendo su colonia. Tal vez fue la colonia la que la hizo sentir miedo. Ella tenía

para hablar con él, contarle sobre sus sentimientos. Pero ella era

Una mujer china trabajadora. . . y trabajador

Las mujeres chinas no deben tener sentimientos.

¿Te está esperando allí? ella preguntó lentamente.

¿Te refieres al hotel?

'Si. ¿Supongo que la ceremonia comienza pronto?

Cogió una de las almohadas y se quitó la cubierta.

Sí, necesitaba lavarse. Ella quería agarrarlo

y sacudirlo, gritar y gritar, y caer de rodillas

delante de él, llorando 'No, no, por favor quédate, no te vayas. Enfermo

ser una mejor esposa Trabajaré más duro. Trabajaré tan duro como dos

esposas. Pero ella solo se quedó allí, sin decir nada, haciendo

nada, su rostro no muestra nada.

'Supongo,