The most precious thing in one's life is their life. People have only one. For those who thoroughly devote their life to someone is worth-praising in society. The Last Leaf of O. Henry denotes nothing but that value.
By some personification figurative meaning (e.g. run crazy, broken themselves, crosses itself"ÃÂ¦), Henry introduces the Washington Square in New York City where Sue and Johnsy had their studio. They are good friend. But Pneumonia struck Johnsy by scores. The doctor said "she has one chance in "ÃÂlet us say, ten"ÃÂ, "And that chance is for her to want to live"ÃÂ. The doctor confirmed he didn't believe much from the curative power (khaÃÂÃÂ» naÃÂÃÂªng chÃÂÃÂ¶ÃÂÃÂµa beÃÂÃÂ¤nh)of medicines. Johnsy began to count backward the leaves of old ivy vine, gnarled (xÃÂÃÂ¶ÃÂÃÂ´ng xaÃÂÃÂ¥u) and decayed (thoÃÂÃÂ¡i rÃÂÃÂ¶ÃÂÃÂµa) at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. And she believed when the last leaf falls she would die.
Sue has never heard of such nonsense and Sue didn't want Johnsy continue to look out the window. There came the last leaf in the persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled (troÃÂÃÂ¤n laÃÂÃÂ¥n) with snow. And finally the miracle (ÃÂÃÂ±ieÃÂ u kyÃÂÃÂ¸ dieÃÂÃÂ¤u) seemed exist. After the beating rain and fierce gusts (cÃÂÃÂ´n gioÃÂÃÂ¹ maÃÂÃÂ¯nh) of wind that had endures through the night, there still stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. And that lead to Johnsy was out of danger.
Behrman was past sixty and was a failure in art. He always talked about his coming masterpiece. That was his utmost (taÃÂÃÂ¤n cuÃÂÃÂ¸ng) dream. And loving the poor Johnsy stuck to the last leaf, he spent a night in such a dreadful rain to paint the last leaf for Johnsy. Because he knew for sure that the last leaf flutered (rung rinh) and moved...