Mr.
Gessler, an old man who worked as a boot maker, had a very rare character. He
lived with his elder brother who looked like him, but his elder brother was
paler than him. They lived in two rent tenements but let into one in the West
End, the part of central London where
there are many theatres and many large expensive shops and hotels. But among
the expensive shops, their shop was the simpler one. They did not give any sign
upon its surface, there was just a board, and their German names were written
on it, “Gessler Brothers”. Mr. Gessler only made what was ordered by the
customers.
The writer, John
Galsworthy, knew him since he was very young, because his father used to order
boots to him. John usually ordered his boots to him too. And he always thought
that the boots were strange but extremely good, so that’s why he admired the
maker. One day, when he was in Mr.Gessler’s shop, he asked shyly to him whether
it was greatly hard to make that boots or not. He asked it because he was too
curious. Then Mr.Gessler showed
little respect in a humorous but unkind way and answered, “Id is an Ardt!”. He
was a Germans, that’s why his English was still contaminated with German.
One morning, John came to that
simple shop. “How do you do, Mr. Gessler? Could you make me a pair of Russia
leather boots?”, he said. Then without a single word Mr. Gessler left but soon
he came back with holding a piece of gold-brown leather on his hand. Then he
stated, “What a beaudiful biece!”. And he continued, “ When do you wand dem?”.
John replied, “Oh! As soon as you conveniently can.”
Mr.
Gessler was very disciplined,
once he heard the request from his customers, he would finish the boots as soon
as he could. He would make the boots with the authentic materials. It means
that he wanted to give priority to the quality of the boots he made. He did not
care how much the price of materials. If the customers felt satisfied with his
made, he would be satisfied too. That’s why I stated in the first line of
paragraph one that he had a very rare character.
After about one year John was
abroad, he came back to London, and visited Mr.Gessler’s shop. He would like to
order boots again. Mr. Gessler told him that his elder brother was dead, so he
lived alone there. A week passed, John wanted to come there to tell him how
great the new boots fitted. But when he arrived there, Mr.Gessler’s name was
gone. Then he went in till he found out that the shop was totally changed.
Suddenly an English man appeared,
and it made John confused. Then he asked to that English man whether Mr.Gessler
was in or not. “No, sir, but we can
attend to anything with pleasure. We’ve taken the shop over. You’ve seen our
name, no doubt, next door. We make for some very good people”, answered the
English man. Then he told John that Mr. Gessler was dead because of starvation.
He saw Mr.Gessler was sitting over his boots day and night. That old man never
gave himself time to eat. Besides, he never advertised his shop, that’s why he
lost everybody. John was very shocked, then he left with hiding his sadness.
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