'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Brontë (chapter 1 - 7)

Mr. Lockwood rented an estate called Thrushcross Grange, the place fixed on a situation so far removed from the society. Its owner was Mr. Heathcliff, who lived in the neighborhood in Wuthering Heights. Mr. Heathcliff was a dark-skinned gypsy, but a gentleman in dress and manners, rather slovenly with his negligence, at the same time the man had a handsome figure and was rather gloomy. The man showed neither feelings nor mutual kindness.

   So when Mr. Lockwood appeared in that house, it seemed, nobody welcomed the man (guests were so rare there that nobody knew how to receive them), as he stood alone in the company of three grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who kept their eyes on him. And when the man began winking and making faces at them, it took an unexpected turn as all of the dogs attacked him. Only after that event Mr. Heathcliff and his servant Joseph appeared with vexatious phlegm. 

   The next day the guest came again, though the owner wished no repetition of his intrusion. However, Mr. Heathcliff was absent that time and there were three of them – a young woman, Joseph and a young man. Mr. Lockwood knew the servant, but not the rest of them and when he tried to understand who was who, nothing good came out of that. The first one was slender, she had an elegant little face, small features; in her eyes the man saw only desperation. She was Mr. Heathcliff's daughter-in-law. As for the young man, the guest couldn't understand whether he was a servant or not, as his speech and dress were rude, his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers covered his cheeks, and his hands were embrowned like those of a common worker. Only one thing was clear – that man wasn't the owner's son.

   Meanwhile the weather became worse, dark night came down permanently and nothing could bee seen outside. That's why Mr. Lockwood had to stay, but nobody took care about that, and he was left to himself. Having found the room, the guest saw several books and the writing on the ledge: it was a repeated name, like Catherine Earnshaw, Catherine Heathcliff and Catherine Linton. All those books were an unknown Catherine's diaries, the whole life stories were written there. While reading them, the man fall asleep: he heard as the fir repeated its teasing sound and to stop it Mr. Lockwood stretched his arm out the window and his fingers closed on the fingers of a cold little hand. It belonged to a ghost of a young woman, who repeated all the time to let her in, as she had wandered there for about twenty years. The man tried to free his hands and when he did it he suddenly woke up yelling. After that Mr. Lockwood didn't return there, but when he came to Thrushcross Grange he asked Mrs. Dean (the housekeeper) tell him everything about the Heights and its residents. The woman herself came there from the Heights when her mistress was married; when she died Mrs Dean stood there as the housekeeper. 

   That young woman, her maiden name was Catherine Linton, Heathcliff's son's wife, but he died and she became a widow. Hareton Earnshaw, living with Heathcliff, was the late Mr. Earnshaw son.

   Originally, Mr. Hindley Earnshaw with his family lived in Wuthering Heights. Once went to Liverpool, promised to bring presents to his children (Cathy and Hindley, and Helen who played with them and at the same time helped about the house), but instead of them the man brought a boy, whom he called Heathcliff. Neither Miss Cathy nor her brother and Helen liked the boy; however, the man took to him strangely. Heathcliff pained rarely; he told precious little and generally the truth, that's why Hindley lost his allies (Cathy and Helen), as both of them were too fond of the boy, especially Catherine. 

   After Heathcliff's appearance a trouble time began, but Mr. Earnshaw thought his son was the reason, Hindley, that's why he sent him to college. Unfortunately, nothing changed, as the man's strength was failing and three years later died. His son came to his funeral and brought the wife with him. Year later she gave him a boy, whom they called Hareton Earnshaw and died. Young Earnshaw didn't care much about his son, Helen did; he didn't care how Cathy and Heathcliff behaved, as he still hated the boy. As a result both of them grew up as savages.

   Once the ran to watch how the Lintons passed their days in Thrushcross Grange. They were standing on the basement and making faces to young Edgar and Isabella Linton, when the master's dog seized Cathy's ankle. Heathcliff could run away, while the Lintons kept the girl for treatment. Having known about that, Hindley didn't rip out the boy but prohibited to speak with Miss Cathy or he would be sent from the house.

   For five weeks that Catherine spent at Thrushcross Grange, she changed greatly, as she became a real young lady. Meanwhile, Heathcliff became rude and dirty as a savage: he wore the same dress for about three months, his hair were thick and uncultivated, his face and hands were dirty. And when Miss Cathy saw her old friend, she squeezed and kissed him, but looking at his appearance, she ridiculed him for his untidiness. That held away them from each other.