"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle
Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological
A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),
Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle
Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological
A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),
5 Comments
impbianco
Posted at 23:51h, 08 FebruaryDire che mi trovo pianamente d’accordo è dire poco! :P
X-Bye
venturo
Posted at 11:58h, 09 FebruaryE’ troppo che non passo di qui!
Un saluto cara Shelidon…
Shelidon
Posted at 12:15h, 09 FebruaryCiao a te, carissima commessa.
HowlingWolf
Posted at 09:54h, 11 FebruaryNe conoscevo una versione alternativa che diceva che lo scenziato cerca un gatto nero in una stanza buia; il teologo cerca, in una stanza buia, un gatto nero che non c’è, il politico è quello che in una stanza buia, cercando un gatto nero che non c’è, dopo un po’ inizia a gridare ‘L’ho preso: L’ho preso!”
Shelidon
Posted at 10:41h, 11 FebruaryDecisamente notevole! :-D