Monday, June 30, 2008

Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
second time over with them. Being at the end of my invention, I said Mr. Franklin's arrival by the early train was entirely attributable to one of Mr. Franklin's freaks. Being asked, upon that, whether his galloping off again on horseback was another of Mr. Franklin's freaks, I said, `Yes, it was'; and slipped out of it--I think very cleverly--in that way.
Having got over my difficulties with the ladies, I found more difficulties waiting for me when I went back to my own room. In came Penelope--with the natural sweetness of women--to kiss and make it up again; and-- with the natural curiosity of women--to ask another question. This time she only wanted me to tell her what was the matter with our second housemaid, Rosanna Spearman.
After leaving Mr. Franklin and me at the Shivering Sand, Rosanna, it appeared, had returned to the house in a very unaccountable state of mind. She had turned (if Penelope was to be believed) all the colours of the rainbow. She had been merry without reason, and sad without reason. In one breath she asked hundreds of questions about Mr. Franklin Blake, and in another breath she had been angry with Penelope for presuming to suppose that a strange gentleman could possess any interest for her. She had been surprised, smiling, and scribbling Mr. Franklin's

David Hardy paintings

David Hardy paintings
Dirck Bouts paintings
WHILE I was in this bewildered frame of mind, sorely needing a little quiet time by myself to put me right again, my daughter Penelope got in my way (just as her late mother used to get in my way on the stairs), and instantly summoned me to tell her all that had passed at the conference between Mr. Franklin and me. Under present circumstances, the one thing to be done was to clap the extinguisher upon Penelope's curiosity on the spot. I accordingly replied that Mr. Franklin and I had both talked of foreign politics, till we could talk no longer, and had then mutally fallen asleep in the heat of the sun. Try that sort of answer when your wife or your daughter next worries you with an awkward question at an awkward time, and depend on the natural sweetness of women for kissing and making it up again at the next opportunity.
The afternoon wore on, and my lady and Miss Rachel came back.
Needless to say how astonished they were, when they heard that Mr. Franklin Blake had arrived, and had gone off again on horseback. Needless also to say, that they asked awkward questions directly, and that the `foreign politics' and the `falling asleep in the sun' wouldn't

Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings

Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
Daniel Ridgway Knight paintings
which he took for a diamond. As for the danger of his being murdered, and the precautions devised to preserve his life and his piece of crystal, this was the nineteenth century, and any man in his senses had only to apply to the police. The Colonel had been a notorious opium-eater for years past; and, if the only way of getting at the valuable papers he possessed was by accepting a matter of opium as a matter of fact, my father was quite willing to take the ridiculous responsibility imposed on him -- all the more readily that it involved no trouble to himself. The Diamond and the sealed instructions went into his banker's strong-room, and the Colonel's letters, periodically reporting him a living man, were received and opened by our family lawyer, Mr. Bruff, as my father's representative. No sensible person, in a similar position, could have viewed the matter in any other way. Nothing in this world, Betteredge, is probable unless it appeals to our own trumpery experience; and we only believe in a romance when we see it in a newspaper.'
It was plain to me from this, that Mr. Franklin thought his father's notion about the Colonel hasty and wrong.

childe hassam paintings

childe hassam paintings
Cheri Blum paintings
She would just have suited me,' says Mr. Franklin. `I never settle on anything either. Betteredge, your edge is better than ever. Your daughter said as much, when I asked for particulars about the jugglers. "Father will tell you, sir. He's a wonderful man for his age; and he expresses himself beautifully." Penelope's own words--blushing divinely. Not even my respect for you prevented me from--never mind; I knew her when she was a child, and she's none the worse for it. Let's be serious. What did the jugglers do?'
I was something dissatisfied with my daughter--not for letting Mr. Franklin kiss her; Mr. Franklin was welcome to that--but for forcing me to tell her foolish story at second hand. However, there was no help for it now but to mention the circumstances. Mr. Franklin's merriment all died away as I went on. He sat knitting his eyebrows, and twisting his beard. When I had done, he repeated after me two of the

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Thomas Kinkade elegant evening painting

Thomas Kinkade elegant evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Deer Creek Cottage painting
Bells, because the Bells had declared that the Sloanes had too much to do in the program, and the Sloanes had retorted that the Bells were not capable of doing the little they had to do properly. Finally, Charlie Sloane fought Moody Spurgeon MacPherson, because Moody Spurgeon had said that Anne Shirley put on airs about her recitations, and Moody Spurgeon was "licked"; consequently Moody Spurgeon's sister, Ella May, would not "speak" to Anne Shirley all the rest of the winter. With the exception of these trifling frictions, work in Miss Stacy's little kingdom went on with regularity and smoothness.
The winter weeks slipped by. It was an unusually mild winter, with so little snow that Anne and Diana could go to school nearly every day by way of the Birch Path. On Anne's birthday they were tripping lightly down it, keeping eyes and ears alert amid all their chatter, for Miss Stacy had told them that they must soon write a composition on "A Winter's Walk in the Woods," and it behooved them to be observant.

Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting

Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting
Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue painting
sensible woman. It must be a great deal better to be sensible; but still, I don't believe I'd really want to be a sensible person, because they are so unromantic. Mrs. Lynde says there is no danger of my ever being one, but you can never tell. I feel just now that I may grow up to be sensible yet. But perhaps that is only because I'm tired. I simply couldn't sleep last night for ever so long. I just lay awake and imagined the concert over and over again. That's one splendid thing about such affairs--it's so lovely to look back to them."
Eventually, however, Avonlea school slipped back into its old groove and took up its old interests. To be sure, the concert left traces. Ruby Gillis and Emma White, who had quarreled over a point of precedence in their platform seats, no longer sat at the same desk, and a promising friendship of three years was broken up. Josie Pye and Julia Bell did not "speak" for three months, because Josie Pye had told Bessie Wright that Julia Bell's bow when she got up to recite made her think of a chicken jerking its head, and Bessie told Julia. None of the Sloanes would have any dealings with the

Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand painting

Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand painting
Thomas Kinkade Fisherman's Wharf painting
There's time enough to think of that," said Marilla. "She's only thirteen in March. Though tonight it struck me she was growing quite a big girl. Mrs. Lynde made that dress a mite too long, and it makes Anne look so tall. She's quick to learn and I guess the best thing we can do for her will be to send her to Queen's after a spell. But nothing need be said about that for a year or two yet."
"Well now, it'll do no harm to be thinking it over off and on," said Matthew. "Things like that are all the better for lots of thinking over." Junior Avonlea found it hard to settle down to humdrum existence again. To Anne in particular things seemed fearfully flat, stale, and unprofitable after the goblet of excitement she had been sipping for weeks. Could she go back to the former quiet pleasures of those faraway days before the concert? At first, as she told Diana, she did not really think she could.
"I'm positively certain, Diana, that life can never be quite the same again as it was in those olden days," she said mournfully, as if referring to a period of at least fifty years back. "Perhaps after a while I'll get used to it, but I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life. I suppose that is why Marilla disapproves of them. Marilla is such a

Friday, June 27, 2008

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
school. She had to sit with Gertie Pye and she hated it; Gertie squeaked her pencil all the time and it just made her--Diana's--blood run cold; Ruby Gillis had charmed all her warts away, true's you live, with a magic pebble that old Mary Joe from the Creek gave her. You had to rub the warts with the pebble and then throw it away over your left shoulder at the time of the new moon and the warts would all go. Charlie Sloane's name was written up with Em White's on the porch wall and Em White was awful mad about it; Sam Boulter had "sassed" Mr. Phillips in class and Mr. Phillips whipped him and Sam's father came down to the school and dared Mr. Phillips to lay a hand on one of his children again; and Mattie Andrews had a new red hood and a blue crossover with tassels on it and the airs she put on about it were perfectly sickening; and Lizzie Wright didn't speak to Mamie Wilson because Mamie Wilson's grown-up sister had cut out Lizzie Wright's grown-up

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
Oh, ever so many," said Anne forgetting to be dignified and jumping up quickly. "Let's go out to the orchard and get some of the Red Sweetings, Diana. Marilla says we can have all that are left on the tree. Marilla is a very generous woman. She said we could have fruit cake and cherry preserves for tea. But it isn't good manners to tell your company what you are going to give them to eat, so I won't tell you what she said we could have to drink. Only it begins with an R and a C and it's bright red color. I love bright red drinks, don't you? They taste twice as good as any other color."
The orchard, with its great sweeping boughs that bent to the ground with fruit, proved so delightful that the little girls spent most of the afternoon in it, sitting in a grassy corner where the frost had spared the green and the mellow autumn sunshine lingered warmly, eating apples and talking as hard as they could. Diana had much to tell Anne of what went on

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting

much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were made to sleep in."
"Oh, and dream in too, Marilla. And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things. I'm going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them on my table."
"Mind you don't drop leaves all over the stairs then. I'm going on a meeting of the Aid Society at Carmody this afternoon, Anne, and I won't likely be home before dark. You'll have to get Matthew and Jerry their supper, so mind you don't forget to put the tea to draw until you sit down at the table as you did last time."
"It was dreadful of me to forget," said Anne apologetically, "but that was the afternoon I was trying to think of a name for Violet Vale and it crowded other things out. Matthew was so good. He never scolded a bit. He put the tea down himself and said we could wait awhile as well as not. And I told him a lovely fairy story while we were waiting, so he didn't find the time long at all. It was a beautiful fairy story, Marilla. I forgot the end of it, so I made up an end for it myself

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Claude Monet paintings

Claude Monet paintings
Charles Chaplin paintings
Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken a mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew's white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet, unmysterious Green Gables.
"Good evening, Rachel," Marilla said briskly. "This is a real fine evening, isn't it" Won't you sit down? How are all your folks?"
Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of--or perhaps because of--their dissimilarity.

Douglas Hofmann paintings

Douglas Hofmann paintings
Diane Romanello paintings
Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so. The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment--or would have been cheerful if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines. Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper.

Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place living at all.
"It's just staying, that's what," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. "It's no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren't much company, though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them. I'd ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they're used to it. A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said."
With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows and the other with prim Lombardies. Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

painting idea

painting idea
The giant took the trunk on his shoulder, but the tailor seated himself on a branch, and the giant who could not look round, had to carry away the whole tree, and the little tailor into the bargain, he behind, was quite merry and happy, and whistled the song, "Three tailors rode forth from the gate," as if carrying the tree were child's play. The giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way, could go no further, and cried, "Hark you, I shall have to let the tree fall." The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with both arms as if he had been carrying it, and said to the giant, "You are such a great fellow, and yet can not even carry the tree."
They went on together, and as they passed a cherry-tree, the giant laid hold of the top of the tree where the ripest fruit was hanging, bent it down, gave it into the tailor's hand, and bade him eat. But the little tailor was much too weak to hold the tree, and when the giant let it go, it sprang back again, and the tailor was tossed into the air with it. When he had fallen down again without injury, the giant said, "What is this? Have you not strength enough to hold the weak twig

oil painting from picture

oil painting from picture
Well thrown," said the tailor, "but after all the stone came down to earth again, I will throw you one which shall never come back at all." And he put his hand into his pocket, took out the bird, and threw it into the air. The bird, delighted with its liberty, rose, flew away and did not come back. "How does that shot please you, comrade?" asked the tailor.
"You can certainly throw," said the giant, "but now we will see if you are able to carry anything properly." He took the little tailor to a mighty oak tree which lay there felled on the ground, and said, "if you are strong enough, help me to carry the tree out of the forest."
"Readily," answered the little man, "take the trunk on your shoulders, and I will raise up the branches and twigs, after all, they are the heaviest."

famous painting

famous painting
and began to feel a little respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless, he wished to try him first, and took a stone in his hand and squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it.
"Do that likewise," said the giant, "if you have strength."
"Is that all?" said the tailor, "that is child's play with us," and put his hand into his pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it until the liquid ran out of it. "Faith," said he, "that was a little better, wasn't it?"
The giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it of the little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high that the eye could scarcely follow it.
"Now, little mite of a man, do that likewise."

canvas painting

canvas painting
up a mountain, and when he had reached the highest point of it, there sat a powerful giant looking peacefully about him.
The little tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said, "Good day, comrade, so you are sitting there overlooking the wide-spread world. I am just on my way thither, and want to try my luck. Have you any inclination to go with me?"
The giant looked contemptuously at the tailor, and said, "You ragamuffin! You miserable creature!"
"Oh, indeed," answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his coat, and showed the giant the girdle, "there may you read what kind of a man I am."
The giant read, "Seven at one stroke," thought that they had been men whom the tailor had killed,

painting in oil

painting in oil
Are you a fellow of that sort?" said he, and could not help admiring his own bravery. "The whole town shall know of this." And the little tailor hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched it, and embroidered on it in large letters,
"Seven at one stroke!"
"What, the town!" he continued, "the whole world shall hear of it." And his heart wagged with joy like a lamb's tail. The tailor put on the girdle, and resolved to go forth into the world, because he thought his workshop was too small for his valor. Before he went away, he sought about in the house to see if there was anything which he could take with him, however, he found nothing but an old cheese, and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door he observed a bird which had caught itself in the thicket. It had to go into his pocket with the cheese.
Now he took to the road boldly, and as he was light and nimble, he felt no fatigue. The road led him

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, "take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher."
"Well, well," said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, "who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages."
"Listen, Hans," said the butcher, "out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow."
"Heaven repay you for your kindness," said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.

Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting

Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst.
"I can find a cure for this," thought Hans, "I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk."
He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.
By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig.
"What sort of a trick is this," cried he, and

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse."
Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.
Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. "If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want."
When he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Frederic Remington paintings

Frederic Remington paintings
Francisco de Goya paintings
Nun so laßt den Schinder rufen und da dem Pferde, worauf ich hergeritten bin, den Hals abhauen, weil es mich unterwegs geärgert hat." Eigenetlich aber fürchtete sie, daß das Pferd sprechen möchte, wie sie mit der Königstochter umgegangen war.
Nun war das so weit geraten, daß es geschehen und der treue Falada sterben sollte, da kam es auch der rechten Königstochter zu Ohr, und sie versprach dem Schinder heimlich ein Stück Geld, das sie ihm bezahlen wollet, wenn er ihr einen kleinen Dienst erwiese. In der Stadt war ein großes finsteres Tor, wo sie abends und morgens mit den Gänsen durch mußte, "unter das finstere Tor möchte er dem Falada seinen Kopf hinnageln, daß sie ihn doch noch mehr als einmal sehen könnte." Also versprach das der Schindersknecht zu tun, hieb den Kopf ab und nagelte ihn unter das finstere Tor fest.
Des Morgens früh, da sie und Kürdchen unterm Tor hinaustrieben, sprach sie im Vorbeigehen
"O du Falada, da du hangest,"
da antwortete der Kopf
"O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßte

Filippino Lippi paintings

Filippino Lippi paintings
Francisco de Zurbaran paintings
und der Königssohn sprang ihnen entgegen, hob die Kammerfrau vom Pferde und meinte, sie wäre seine Gemahlin: sie ward die Treppe hinaufgeführt, die wahre Königstochter aber mußte unten stehen bleiben. Da schaute der alte König am Fenster und sah sie im Hof halten und sah, wie sie fein war, zart und gar schön: ging alsbald hin ins königliche Gemach und fragte die Braut nach der, die sie bei sich hätte und da unten im Hofe stände, und wer sie wäre. "Die hab ich mir unterwegs mitgenommen zur Gesellschafe; gebe der Magd was zu arbeiten, daß sie nicht müßig stehe." Aber der alte König hatte keine Arbeit für sie und wußte nichts, als daß er sagte "da hab ich so einen kleinen Jungen, der hütet die Gänse, dem mag sie helfen." Der Junge hieß K ürdchen (Konrädchen), dem mußte die wahre Braut helfen Gänse hüten.
Bald aber sprach die falsche Braut zu dem jungen König "liebster Gemahl, ich bitte Euch, tut mir einen Gefallen."
Er antwortete "das will ich gerne tun."

Guan zeju paintings

Guan zeju paintings
Gustav Klimt paintings
Kammerjungfer hatte aber zugesehen und freute sich, daß sie Gewalt über die Braut bekäme: denn damit, daß dies e die Blutstropfen verloren hatte, war sie schwach und machtlos geworden.
Als sie nun wieder auf ihr Pferd steigen wollte, das da hieß Falada, sagte die Kammerfrau "auf Falada gehör ich, und auf meinen Gaul gehörst du;" und das mußte sie sich gefallen lassen. Dann befahl ihr die Kammerfrau mit harten Worten, die königlichen Kleider auszuziehen und ihre schlechten anzulegen, und endlich mußte sie sich unter freiem Himmel verschwören, daß sie am königlichen Hof keinem Menschen etwas davon sprechen wollte; und wenn sie diesen Eid nicht abgelegt hätte, wäre sie auf der Stelle umgebracht worden. Aber Falada sah das alles an und nahms wohl in acht.
Die Kammerfrau stieg nun auf Falada und die wahre Braut auf das schlechte Roß, und so zogen sie weiter, bis sie endlich in dem königlichen Schloß eintrafen. Da war große Freude über ihre Ankunft

Georgia O'Keeffe paintings

Georgia O'Keeffe paintings
Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger paintings
Wenn das deine Mutter wüßte,Das Herz im Leibe tät ihr zerspringen."
Aber die Königsbraut war demütig, sagte nichts und stieg wieder zu Pferde. So ritten sie etliche Meilen weiter fort, aber der Tag war warm, die Sonne stach, und sie durstete bald von neuem. Da sie nun an einen Wasserfluß kamen, rief sie noch einmal ihrer Kammerjungfer "steig ab und gib mir aus meinem Goldbecher zu trinken," denn sie hatte aller bösen Worte längst vergessen.
Die Kammerjungfer sprach aber noch hochmütiger "wollt Ihr trinken, so trinkt allein, ich mag nicht Eure Magd sein." Da stieg die Königstochter hernieder vor großem Durst, legte sich über das fließende Wasser, weinte und sprach "ach Gott!" und die Blutstropfen antworteten wiederum
"Wenn das deine Mutter wüßte,Das Herz im Leibe tät ihr zerspringen."
Und wie sie so trank und sich recht überlehnte, fiel ihr das Läppchen, worin die drei Tropfen waren, aus dem Busen und floß mit dem Wasser fort, ohne daß sie es in ihrer großen Angst merkte. Die

Guillaume Seignac paintings

Guillaume Seignac paintings
George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings
ein weißes Läppchen unter und ließ drei Tropfen Blut hineinfallen, gab sie der Tochter und sprach "liebes Kind, verwahre sie wohl, sie werden dir unterwegs not tun."
Also nahmen beide voneinander betrübten Abschied: das Läppchen steckte die Königstochter in ihren Busen vor sich, setzte sich aufs Pferd und zog nun fort zu ihrem Bräutigam.
Da sie eine Stunde geritten waren, empfand sie heißen Durst und sprach zu ihrer Kammerjungfer "steig ab, und schöpfe mir mit meinem Becher, den du für mich mitgenommen hast, Wasser aus dem Bache, ich möchte gern einmal trinken."
"Wenn Ihr Durst habt," sprach die Kammerjungfer, "so steigt selber ab, legt Euch ans Wasser und trinkt, ich mag Eure Magd nicht sein."
Da stieg die Königstochter vor großem Durst herunter, neigte sich über das Wasser im Bach und trank, und durfte nicht aus dem goldenen Becher trinken. Da sprach sie "ach Gott!" da antworteten die drei Blutstropfen

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Vincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night painting

Vincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night painting
William Merritt Chase After the Rain painting
Der K鰊ig, der sein liebes Kind vor dem Ungl點k gern bewahren wollte, lie?den Befehl ausgehen, da?alle Spindeln im ganzen K鰊igreiche sollten verbrannt werden. An dem M鋎chen aber wurden die Gaben der weisen Frauen s鋗tlich erf黮lt, denn es war so sch鰊, sittsam, freundlich und verst鋘dig da?es jedermann, der es ansah, liebhaben mu遲e. Es geschah, da?an dem Tage, wo es gerade f黱fzehn Jahre alt ward, der K鰊ig und die K鰊igin nicht zu Haus waren und das M鋎chen ganz allein im Schlo?zur點kblieb. Da ging es allerorten herum, besah Stuben und Kammern, wie es Lust hatte, und kam endlich auch an einen alten Turm. Es stieg die enge Wendeltreppe hinauf und gelangte zu einer kleinen T黵e. In dem Schlo?steckte ein verrosteter Schl黶sel, und als es ihn umdrehte, sprang die T黵e auf, und da sa?in einem kleinen St黚chen eine alte Frau mit einer Spindel und spann emsig ihren Flachs.
"Guten Tag, du altes M黷terchen", sprach die K鰊igstochter, "was machst du da?"
"Ich spinne", sagte die Alte und nickte mit dem Kopf.

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting
childe hassam Geraniums painting
es zu Ende war, beschenkten die weisen Frauen das Kind mit ihren Wundergaben: die eine mit Tugend, die andere mit Sch鰊heit, die dritte mit Reichtum und so mit allem, was auf der Welt zu w黱schen ist. Als elfe ihre Spr點he eben getan hatten, trat pl鰐zlich die dreizehnte herein.
Sie wollte sich daf黵 r鋍hen, da?sie nicht eingeladen war, und ohne jemand zu gren oder nur anzusehen, rief sie mit lauter Stimme: "Die K鰊igstochter soll sich in ihrem f黱fzehnten Jahr an einer Spindel stechen und tot hinfallen." Und ohne ein Wort weiter zu sprechen kehrte sie sich um und verlie?den Saal.
Alle waren erschrocken, da trat die zw鰈fte hervor, die ihren Wunsch noch 黚rig hatte, und weil sie den b鰏en Spruch nicht aufheben, sondern ihn nur mildern konnte, so sagte sie: "Es soll aber kein Tod sein, sondern ein hundertj鋒riger tiefer Schlaf, in welchen die K鰊igstochter f鋖lt.

Thomas Kinkade London painting

Thomas Kinkade London painting
Thomas Kinkade Lombard Street painting
Nun weinte das Schwesterchen über das arme verwünschte Brüderchen, und das Rehchen weinte auch und Saß so traurig neben ihm. Da sprach das Mädchen endlich: "Sei still, liebes Rehchen, ich will dich ja nimmermehr verlassen." Dann band es sein goldenes Strumpfband ab und tat es dem Rehchen um den Hals und rupfte Binsen und flocht ein weiches Seil daraus. Daran band es das Tierchen und führte es weiter und ging immer tiefer in den Wald hinein.
Und als sie lange, lange gegangen waren, kamen sie endlich an ein kleines Haus, und das Mädchen schaute hinein, und weil es leer war, dachte es: "Hier können wir bleiben und wohnen." Da suchte es dem Rehchen Laub und Moos zu einem weichen Lager, und jeden Morgen ging es aus und sammelte Wurzeln, Beeren und Nüsse, und für das Rehchen brachte es zartes Gras mit, war vergnügt und spielte vor ihm herum. Abends, wenn Schwesterchen müde war und sein Gebet gesagt hatte, legte es seinen Kopf auf den Rücken des Rehkälbchens, das war sein Kissen, darauf es sanft einschlief. Und hätte das Brüderchen nur seine menschliche Gestalt gehabt, es wäre ein herrliches Leben gewesen.

Thomas Kinkade Morro Bay at Sunset painting

Thomas Kinkade Morro Bay at Sunset painting
Thomas Kinkade Make a Wish Cottage painting
"Wer aus mir trinkt, wird ein Wolf, wer aus mir trinkt, wird ein Wolf."
Da rief das Schwesterchen: "Brüderchen, ich bitte dich, trink nicht, sonst wirst du ein Wolf und frissest mich." Das Brüderchen trank nicht und sprach: "Ich will warten, bis wir zur nächsten Quelle kommen, aber dann muß ich trinken, du magst sagen, was du willst; mein Durst ist gar zu groß."
Und als sie zum dritten Brünnlein kamen, hörte das Schwesterlein, wie es im Rauschen sprach:
"Wer aus mir trinkt, wird ein Reh, wer aus mir trinkt, wird ein Reh."
Das Schwesterchen sprach: "Ach, Brüderchen, trink nicht, sonst wirst du ein Reh und läufst mir fort." Aber das Brüderchen hatte sich gleich beim Brünnlein niedergekniet, und von dem Wasser getrunken, und wie die ersten Tropfen auf seine Lippen gekommen waren, lag es da als ein Rehkälbchen.

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting
Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories painting
Brüderchen stand auf, nahm Schwesterchen an der Hand, und sie wollten das Brünnlein suchen. Die böse Stiefmutter aber war eine Hexe und hatte wohl gesehen, wie die beiden Kinder fortgegangen waren, war ihnen nachgeschlichen, heimlich, wie die Hexen schleichen, und hatte alle Brunnen im Walde verwünscht.
Als sie nun ein Brünnlein fanden, das so glitzerig über die Steine sprang, wollte das Brüderchen daraus trinken; aber das Schwesterchen hörte, wie es im Rauschen sprach:
"Wer aus mir trinkt, wird ein Tiger, wer aus mir trinkt, wird ein Tiger."
Da rief das Schwesterchen: "Ich bitte dich, Brüderchen, trink nicht, sonst wirst du ein wildes Tier und zerreißt mich." Das Brüderchen trank nicht, obgleich es so großen Durst hatte, und sprach: "Ich will warten bis zur nächsten Quelle."
Als sie zum zweiten Brünnlein kamen, hörte das Schwesterchen, wie auch dieses sprach:

Thomas Kinkade new hhorizons painting

Thomas Kinkade new hhorizons painting
Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER painting
Brüderchen nahm sein Schwesterchen an der Hand und sprach: "Seit die Mutter tot ist, haben wir keine gute Stunde mehr; die Stiefmutter schlägt uns alle Tage und stößt uns mit den Füßen fort. Die harten Brotkrusten, die übrigbleiben, sind unsere Speise, und dem Hündchen unter dem Tisch geht's besser, dem wirft sie doch manchmal einen guten Bissen zu. Daß Gott erbarm, wenn das unsere Mutter wüßte! Komm, wir wollen miteinander in die weite Welt gehen."
Sie gingen den ganzen Tag, und wenn es regnete, sprach das Schwesterlein: "Gott und unsere Herzen, die weinen zusammen!" Abends kamen sie in einen großen Wald und waren so müde von Jammer, vom Hunger und von dem langen Weg, daß sie sich in einen hohlen Baum setzten und einschliefen.
Am andern Morgen, als sie aufwachten, stand die Sonne schon hoch am Himmel und schien heiß in den Baum hinein. Da sprach das Brüderchen: "Schwesterchen, mich dürstet, wenn ich ein Brünnlein wüßte, ich ging' und tränk' einmal; ich mein', ich hört' eins rauschen."

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting
Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting
"How fares my child,How fares my roe?Once will I come,Then never more."
And she nursed the child as she was wont to do before she disappeared. The king dared not speak to her, but on the next night he watched again. Then she said,
"How fares my child,How fares my roe?This time I come,Then never more."
Then the king could not restrain himself. He sprang towards her, and said, "You can be none other than my dear wife." She answered, "Yes, I am your dear wife," and at the same moment she received life again, and by God's grace became fresh, rosy and full of health.
Then she told the king the evil deed which the wicked witch and her daughter had been guilty of towards her. The king ordered both to be led before the judge, and the judgment was delivered against them. The daughter was taken into the forest where she was torn to pieces by wild beasts, but the witch was cast into the fire and miserably burnt. And as soon as she was burnt to ashes, the roebuck changed his shape, and received his human form again, so the sister and brother lived happily together all their lives.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting

Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Lombard Street painting
Turn and peep, turn and peep,no blood is in the shoe,the shoe is not too small for her,the true bride rides with you."
And when they had cried that, the two came flying down and placed themselves on Cinderella's shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and remained sitting there. When the wedding with the king's son was to be celebrated, the two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with Cinderella and share her good fortune. When the betrothed couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them. Afterwards as they came back the elder was at the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each. And thus, for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness know where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and said to him, "The unknown maiden has escaped from me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear-tree." The father thought, "Can it be Cinderella." And had an

Thomas Kinkade spirit of xmas painting

Thomas Kinkade spirit of xmas painting
Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas painting
Einem reichen Manne, dem wurde seine Frau krank, und als sie f黨lte, da?ihr Ende herankam, rief sie ihr einziges T鯿hterlein zu sich ans Bett und sprach "liebes Kind, bleibe fromm und gut, so wird dir der liebe Gott immer beistehen, und ich will vom Himmel auf dich herabblicken, und will um dich sein."
Darauf tat sie die Augen zu und verschied. Das M鋎chen ging jeden Tag hinaus zu dem Grabe der Mutter und weinte, und blieb fromm und gut. Als der Winter kam, deckte der Schnee ein wei遝s T點hlein auf das Grab, und als die Sonne im Fr黨jahr es wieder herabgezogen hatte, nahm sich der Mann eine andere Frau.
Die Frau hatte zwei T鯿hter mit ins Haus gebracht, die sch鰊 und wei?von Angesicht waren, aber garstig und schwarz von Herzen. Da ging eine schlimme Zeit f黵 das arme Stiefkind an. "Soll die dumme

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting
one," said he, "have you no other daughter." "No," said the man, "there is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride." The king's son said he was to send her up to him, but the mother answered, oh, no, she is much too dirty, she cannot show herself. But he absolutely insisted on it, and Cinderella had to be called.
She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the king's son, who gave her the golden shoe. Then she seated herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and put it into the slipper, which fitted like a glove. And when she rose up and the king's son looked at her face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with him and cried, "That is the true bride." The step-mother and the two sisters were horrified and became pale with rage, he, however, took Cinderella on his horse and rode away with her. As they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves cried,

Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate painting

Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate painting
Thomas Kinkade Portofino painting
false bride home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this one went into her chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was too large. So her mother gave her a knife and said, "Cut a bit off your heel, when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot." The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the king's son. He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons sat on it and cried,
"Turn and peep, turn and peep,there's blood within the shoe,the shoe it is too small for her,the true bride waits for you."
He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking quite red. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home again. "This also is not the right

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting
Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting
Next morning, he went with it to the father, and said to him, no one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits. Then were the two sisters glad, for they had pretty feet. The eldest went with the shoe into her room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by. But she could not get her big toe into it, and the shoe was too small for her. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, "Cut the toe off, when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot." The maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the king's son. Then he took her on his his horse as his bride and rode away with her. They were obliged, however, to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree, sat the two pigeons and cried,
"Turn and peep, turn and peep,there's blood within the shoe,the shoe it is too small for her,the true bride waits for you."
Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was trickling from it. He turned his horse round and took the

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Anders Zorn paintings

Anders Zorn paintings
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
If Brian de Bois-Guilbert gain the prize,” said the Prior, “I will gage my rosary that I name the Sovereign of Love and Beauty.”
“Bois-Guilbert,” answered De Bracy, “is a good lance; but there are others around these lists, Sir Prior, who will not fear to encounter him.”
“Silence, sirs,” said Waldemar, “and let the Prince assume his seat. The knights and spectators are alike impatient, the time advances, and highly fit it is that the sports should commence.”
Prince John, though not yet a monarch, had in Waldemar Fitzurse all the inconveniences of a favourite minister, who, in serving his sovereign, must always do so in his own way. The Prince acquiesced, however, although his disposition was precisely of that kind which is apt to be obstinate upon trifles, and, assuming his throne, and being surrounded by his followers, gave signal to the heralds to proclaim the laws of the tournament, which were briefly as follows:—

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
“By my halidom,” said he, “we have forgotten, Sir Prior, to name the fair Sovereign of Love and of Beauty, by whose white hand the palm is to be distributed. For my part, I am liberal in my ideas, and I care not if I give my vote for the black-eyed Rebecca.”
“Holy Virgin,” answered the Prior, turning up his eyes in horror, “a Jewess!—We should deserve to be stoned out of the lists; and I am not yet old enough to be a martyr. Besides, I swear by my patron saint, that she is far inferior to the lovely Saxon, Rowena.”
“Saxon or Jew,” answered the Prince, “Saxon or Jew, dog or hog, what matters it? I say, name Rebecca, were it only to mortify the Saxon churls.”
A murmur arose even among his own immediate attendants.
“This passes a jest, my lord,” said De Bracy; “no knight here will lay lance in rest if such an insult is attempted.”
“It is the mere wantonness of insult,” said one of the oldest and most important of Prince John’s followers, Waldemar Fitzurse, “and if your Grace attempt it, cannot but prove ruinous to your projects.”

Alfred Gockel paintings

Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
I entertained you, sir,” said John, reining up his palfrey haughtily, “for my follower, but not for my counsellor.”
“Those who follow your Grace in the paths which you tread,” said Waldemar, but speaking in a low voice, “acquire the right of counsellors; for your interest and safety are not more deeply gaged than their own.”
From the tone in which this was spoken, John saw the necessity of acquiescence. “I did but jest,” he said; “and you turn upon me like so many adders! Name whom you will, in the fiend’s name, and please yourselves.”
“Nay, nay,” said De Bracy, “let the fair sovereign’s throne remain unoccupied until the conqueror shall be named, and then let him choose the lady by whom it shall be filled. It will add another grace to his triumph, and teach fair ladies to prize the love of valiant knights, who can exalt them to such distinction.”

Andrea del Sarto paintings

Andrea del Sarto paintings
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
rendered more virulent by the uncleanness, the indifferent food, and the wretched lodging of the lower classes, swept off many whose fate the survivors were tempted to envy, as exempting them from the evils which were to come.
Yet amid these accumulated distresses, the poor as well as the rich, the vulgar as well as the noble, in the event of a tournament, which was the grand spectacle of that age, felt as much interested as the half-starved citizen of Madrid, who has not a real left to buy provisions for his family, feels in the issue of a bull-feast. Neither duty nor infirmity could keep youth or age from such exhibitions. The Passage of Arms, as it was called, which was to take place at Ashby, in the county of Leicester, as champions of the first renown were to take the field in the presence of Prince John himself, who was expected to grace the lists, had attracted universal attention, and an immense confluence of persons of all ranks hastened upon the appointed morning to the place of combat.

Alexandre Cabanel paintings

Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
To these causes of public distress and apprehension, must be added the multitude of outlaws, who, driven to despair by the oppression of the feudal nobility, and the severe exercise of the forest laws, banded together in large gangs, and, keeping possession of the forests and the wastes, set at defiance the justice and magistracy of the country. The nobles themselves, each fortified within his own castle, and playing the petty sovereign over his own dominions, were the leaders of bands scarce less lawless and oppressive than those of the avowed depredators. To maintain these retainers, and to support the extravagance and magnificence which their pride induced them to affect, the nobility borrowed sums of money from the Jews at the most usurious interest, which gnawed into their estates like consuming cankers, scarce to be cured unless when circumstances gave them an opportunity of getting free, by exercising upon their creditors some act of unprincipled violence.
Under the various burdens imposed by this unhappy state of affairs, the people of England suffered deeply for the present, and had yet more dreadful cause to fear for the future. To augment their misery, a contagious disorder of a dangerous nature spread through the land; and,

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Camille Pissarro paintings

Camille Pissarro paintings
Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
D’Artagnan went straight to M. de Tréville’s hôtel. He had considered that in a few minutes the cardinal would be warned by this cursed unknown, who appeared to be his agent, and he rightly judged he had not a moment to lose.
The young man’s heart overflowed with joy. An opportunity presented itself to him in which there would be both glory and money to be gained, and as a far higher encouragement still, had just brought him into close intimacy with the woman he adored. This chance was doing, then, for him, almost at once, more than he would have dared to ask of Providence.
“You have something to say to me, my young friend?” said M. de Tréville.
“Yes, sir,” said D’Artagnan; “and you will pardon me, I hope, for having disturbed you when you know the importance of my business.”
“Speak, then; I am all attention.”

Berthe Morisot paintings

Berthe Morisot paintings
Cheri Blum paintings
It concerns nothing less,” said D’Artagnan, lowering his voice, “than the honour, perhaps the life, of the queen.”
“What are you saying?” asked M. de Tréville, glancing round to see if they were alone, and then fixing his scrutinizing look upon D’Artagnan.
“I say, sir, that chance has rendered me master of a secret—”
“Which you will keep, I hope, young man, with your life.”
“But which I must impart to you, sir, for you alone can assist me in the mission I have just received from her Majesty.”
“Is this secret your own?”
“No, sir; it is the queen’s.”
“Keep your secret, young man, and tell me what you wish.”
“I wish you to obtain for me, from M. des Essarts, leave of absence for a fortnight.”
“When?”
“This very night.”

Benjamin Williams Leader paintings

Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
You are leaving Paris?”
“I am going on a mission.”
“May you tell me where?”
“To London.”
“Has any one an interest in preventing you reaching there?”
“The cardinal, I believe, would give anything in the world to hinder me from succeeding.”
“And you are going alone?”
“I am going alone.”At two o’clock in the morning our four adventurers left Paris by the gate St. Denis.
The lackeys followed, armed to the teeth.
All went well as far as Chantilly, where they arrived about eight o’clock in the morning. They needed breakfast, and alighted at the door of an inn recommended by a sign representing St. Martin giving half his cloak to a poor man.

Andreas Achenbach paintings

Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Why, you were going to confide it to M. Bonacieux,” said D’Artagnan in vexation.
“As we confide a letter to the hollow of a tree, to the wing of a pigeon, or the collar of a dog.”
“And yet—you see plainly that I love you.”
“You say so.”
“I am an honourable man.”
“I believe so.”
“I am brave.”
“Oh, I am sure of that.”
“Then put me to the proof.”
“Listen,” said she; “I yield to your protestations, I submit to your assurances. But I swear to you, before God who hears us, that if you betray me, and my enemies pardon me, I will kill myself while accusing you of my death.”
“And I—I swear to you before God, madame,” said D’Artagnan, “that if I am taken while accomplishing the orders you give me, I will die sooner than do anything or say anything that may compromise any one.”

Arthur Hughes paintings

Arthur Hughes paintings
Albert Bierstadt paintings
thousand things. In the first place, that, fortunately, your husband is a simpleton and a fool. In the next place, that you are in trouble, of which I am very glad, as it gives me an opportunity of placing myself at your service; and God knows I am ready to throw myself into the fire for you. And that the queen wants a brave, intelligent, devoted man to make a journey to London for her. I have, at least, two of the three qualities you stand in need of, and here I am.”
Madame Bonacieux made no reply, but her heart beat with joy, and a secret hope shone in her eyes.
“And what pledge can you give me,” asked she, “if I consent to confide this message to you?”
“My love for you. Speak! command! What must I do?”
“But this secret is not mine, and I cannot reveal it in this manner.”

Monday, June 16, 2008

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
box from the bottom of a river. Now that they are scattered over five miles or so, it may be a harder job. It went to my heart to do it though. I was half mad when you came up with us. However, there's no good grieving over it. I've had ups in my life, and I've had downs, but I've learned not to cry over spilled milk."
"This is a very serious matter, Small," said the detective. "If you had helped justice, instead of thwarting it in this way, you would have had a better chance at your trial."
"Justice!" snarled the ex-convict. "A pretty justice! Whose loot is this, if it is not ours? Where is the justice that I should give it up to those who have never earned it? Look how I have earned it! Twenty long years in that fever-ridden swamp, all day at work under the mangrove-tree, all night chained up in the filthy convict-huts, bitten by mosquitoes, racked with ague, bullied by every cursed black-faced policeman who loved to take it out of a white man. That was how I earned the Agra treasure, and you talk to me of justice because I cannot

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
William Etty William Etty painting
you that no living man has any right to it, unless it is three men who are in the Andaman convict-barracks and myself. I know now that I cannot have the use of it, and I know that they cannot. I have acted all through for them as much as for myself. It's been the sign of four with us always. Well, I know that they would have had me do just what I have done, and throw the treasure into the Thames rather than let it go to kith or kin of Sholto or Morstan. It was not to make them rich that we did for Achmet. You'll find the treasure where the key is and where little Tonga is. When I saw that your launch must catch us, I put the loot away in a safe place. There are no rupees for you this journey."
"You are deceiving us, Small," said Athelney Jones sternly; "if you had wished
-144-to throw the treasure into the Thames, it would have been easier for you to have thrown box and all."
"Easier for me to throw and easier for you to recover," he answered with a shrewd, side-long look. "The man that was clever enough to hunt me down is clever enough to pick an iron

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
"It's a bad job," he repeated; "and so Mr. Athelney Jones will think."
His forecast proved to be correct, for the detective looked blank enough when I got to Baker Street and showed him the empty box. They had only just arrived, Holmes, the prisoner, and he, for they had changed their plans so far as to report themselves at a station upon the way. My companion lounged in his armchair with his usual listless expression, while Small sat stolidly opposite to him with his wooden leg cocked over his sound one. As I exhibited the empty box he leaned back in his chair and laughed aloud.
"This is your doing, Small," said Athelney Jones angrily.
"Yes, I have put it away where you shall never lay hand upon it," he cried exultantly. "It is my treasure, and if I can't have the loot I'll take darned good care that no one else does. I tell

Fabian Perez the face of tango ii painting

Fabian Perez the face of tango ii painting
Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting
She looked at me with a quick, questioning smile.
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because you are within my reach again," I said, taking her hand. She did not withdraw it. "Because I love you, Mary, as truly as ever a man loved a woman. Because this treasure, these riches, sealed my lips. Now that they are gone I can tell you how I love you. That is why I said, 'Thank God.' "
"Then I say 'Thank God,' too," she whispered as I drew her to my side.
Whoever had lost a treasure, I knew that night that I had gained one. A very patient man was that inspector in the cab, for it was a weary time before I rejoined him. His face clouded over when I showed him the empty box.
"There goes the reward!" said he gloomily. "Where there is no money there is no pay. This night's work would have been worth a tenner each to Sam Brown and me if the treasure had been there."
"Mr. Thaddeus Sholto is a rich man," I said; "he will see that you are rewarded, treasure or no."
The inspector shook his head despondently, however.

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
And so am I, sir," he answered frankly. "I don't believe that I can swing over the job. I give you my word on the book that I never raised hand against Mr. Sholto. It was that little hell-hound; Tonga, who shot one of his cursed darts into him. I had no part in it, sir. I was as grieved as if it had been my blood-relation. I welted the little devil with the slack end of the rope for it, but it was done, and I could not undo it again."
"Have a cigar," said Holmes; "and you had best take a pull out of my flask, for you are very wet. How could you expect so small and weak a man as this black fellow to overpower Mr. Sholto and hold him while you were climbing the rope?"
"You seem to know as much about it as if you were there, sir. The truth is that I hoped to find the room clear. I knew the habits of the house pretty well, and it was the time when MrSholto usually went down to his supper. I shall make no secret of the business. The best defence that I can make is just the simple truth. Now, if it had been the old major I would have swung for him with a light heart. I would have thought no more of knifing him than of smoking this cigar. But it's cursed hard that I should be lagged over this young Sholto, with whom I had no quarrel whatever."

Sunday, June 15, 2008

wholesale oil painting

wholesale oil painting
working partnership; with the Judge’s grandsons, a sort of pompous guardianship; and with the Judge himself, a stately and dignified friendship. But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.
This man had saved his life, which was something; but, further, he was the ideal master. Other men saw to the welfare of their dogs from a sense of duty and business expediency; he saw to the welfare of his as if they were his own children, because he could not help it. And he saw further. He never forgot a kindly greeting or a cheering word, and to sit down for a long talk with them (“gas” he called it) was as much his delight as theirs. He had a way of taking Buck’s head roughly between his hands, and resting his own head upon Buck’s, of shaking him back and forth, the while calling him ill names that to Buck were love names. Buck knew no greater joy than that rough embrace and the sound of murmured oaths, and at each jerk back and forth it seemed that his heart would be shaken out of his body so great was its ecstasy. And

Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings

Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
to the new owners’ camp, Buck saw a slipshod and slovenly affair, tent half stretched, dishes unwashed, everything in disorder; also, he saw a woman. “Mercedes” the men called her. She was Charles’s wife and Hal’s sister—a nice family party.
Buck watched them apprehensively as they proceeded to take down the tent and load the sled. There was a great deal of effort about their manner, but no businesslike method. The tent was rolled into an awkward bundle three times as large as it should have been. The tin dishes were packed away unwashed. Mercedes continually fluttered in the way of her men and kept up an unbroken chattering of remonstrance and advice. When they put a clothes-sack on the front of the sled, she suggested it should go on the back; and when they had it put on the back, and covered it over with a couple of other bundles, she discovered overlooked articles which could abide nowhere else but in that very sack, and they unloaded again.

Albert Bierstadt paintings

Albert Bierstadt paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Three days passed, by which time Buck and his mates found how really tired and weak they were. Then, on the morning of the fourth day, two men from the States came along and bought them, harness and all, for a song. The men addressed each other as “Hal” and “Charles.” Charles was a middle-aged, lightish-colored man, with weak and watery eyes and a mustache that twisted fiercely and vigorously up, giving the lie to the limply drooping lip it concealed. Hal was a youngster of nineteen or twenty, with a big Colt’s revolver and a hunting-knife strapped about him on a belt that fairly bristled with cartridges. This belt was the most salient thing about him. It advertised his callowness—a callowness sheer and unutterable. Both men were manifestly out of place, and why such as they should adventure the North is part of the mystery of things that passes understanding.
Buck heard the chaffering, saw the money pass between the man and the Government agent, and knew that the Scotch half-breed and the mail-train drivers were passing out of his life on the heels of Perrault and François and the others who had gone before. When driven with his mates

Andrea Mantegna paintings

Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
Mush on, poor sore feets,” the driver encouraged them as they tottered down the main street of Skagway. “Dis is de las’. Den we get one long res’. Eh? For sure. One bully long res’.”
The drivers confidently expected a long stop-over. Themselves, they had covered twelve hundred miles with two days’ rest, and in the nature of reason and common justice they deserved an interval of loafing. But so many were the men who had rushed into the Klondike, and so many were the sweethearts, wives, and kin that had not rushed in, that the congested mail was taking on Alpine proportions; also, there were official orders. Fresh batches of Hudson Bay dogs were to take the places of those worthless for the trail. The worthless ones were to be got rid of, and, since dogs count for little against dollars, they were to be sold.

Edward hopper paintings

Edward hopper paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
François was surprised, too, when they shot out in a tangle from the disrupted nest and he divined the cause of the trouble. “A-a-ah!” he cried to Buck. “Gif it to heem, by Gar! Gif it to heem, the dirty t’eef!”
Spitz was equally willing. He was crying with sheer rage and eagerness as he circled back and forth for a chance to spring in. Buck was no less eager, and no less cautious, as he likewise circled back and forth for the advantage. But it was then that the unexpected happened, the thing which projected their struggle for supremacy far into the future, past many a weary mile of trail and toil.
An oath from Perrault, the resounding impact of a club upon a bony frame, and a shrill yelp of pain, heralded the breaking forth of pandemonium. The camp was suddenly discovered to be alive with skulking furry forms,—starving huskies, four or five score of them, who had scented the camp from some Indian village. They had crept in while Buck and Spitz were fighting, and when the two men sprang among them with stout

Friday, June 13, 2008

oil painting for sale

oil painting for sale
painting in oil
And when he says he is, say that he dreams,For he is nothing but a mighty lord.This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:It will be pastime passing excellent,If it be husbanded with modesty.
First Huntsman
My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,As he shall think by our true diligenceHe is no less than what we say he is.
Lord
Take him up gently and to bed with him;And each one to his office when he wakes.
[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds]
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:
[Exit Servingman]
Belike, some noble gentleman that means,Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
[Re-enter Servingman]
How now! who is it?

oil painting for sale

oil painting for sale
I'll pheeze you, in faith.
Hostess
A pair of stocks, you rogue!
SLY
Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look inthe chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!
Hostess
You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
SLY
No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy coldbed, and warm thee.
Hostess
I know my remedy; I must go fetch thethird -- borough.
[Exit]
SLY
Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer himby law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,and kindly.
[Falls asleep]
[Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train]

famous painting

famous painting
"I had already determined in my own mind that the man who had walked into the house with Drebber was none other than the man who had driven the cab. The marks in the road showed me that the horse had wandered on in a way which would have been impossible had there been anyone in charge of it. Where, then, could the driver be, unless he were inside the house? Again, it is absurd to suppose that any sane man would carry out a deliberate crime under the very eyes, as it were, of a third person who was sure to betray him. Lastly, supposing one man wished to dog another through London, what better means could he adopt than to turn cabdriver? All these considerations led me to the irresistible conclusion that Jefferson Hope was to be found among the jarveys of the Metropolis.
"If he had been one, there was no reason to believe that he had ceased to be. On the contrary, from his point of view, any sudden change would be likely to draw attention to himself. He would probably, for a time at least, continue to perform his duties. There was no reason to suppose that he was going under an assumed name. Why should he change his name in a country where no one knew his original one? I therefore organized my street Arab detective corps, and sent them systematically to every cab proprietor in London until they
-123-ferreted out the man that I wanted. How well they succeeded, and how quickly I took advantage of it, are still fresh in your recollection. The murder of Stangerson was an incident whic

contemporary abstract painting

contemporary abstract painting
"This was the first point gained. I then walked slowly down the garden path, which happened to be composed of a clay soil, peculiarly suitable for taking impressions. No doubt it appeared to you to be a mere trampled line of slush, but to my trained eyes every mark upon its surface had a meaning. There is no branch of detective science which is so important and so much neglected as the art of tracing footsteps. Happily, I have always laid great stress upon it, and much practice has made it second nature to me. I saw the heavy footmarks of the constables, but I saw also the track of the two men who had first passed through the garden. It was easy to tell that they had been before the others, because in places their marks had been entirely obliterated by the others coming upon the top of them. In this way my second link was formed, which told me that the nocturnal visitors were two in number, one remarkable for his height ( as I calculated from the length of his stride ), and the other fashionably dressed, to judge from the small and elegant impression left by his boots.
"On entering the house this last inference was confirmed. My well-booted man lay before me. The tall one, then, had done the murder, if murder there was. There was no wound upon

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
Simple!" I ejaculated.
"Well, really, it can hardly be described as otherwise," said Sherlock Holmes, smiling at my surprise. "The proof of its intrinsic simplicity is, that without any help save a few very ordinary deductions I was able to lay my hand upon the criminal within three days."
"That is true," said I.
"I have already explained to you that what is out of the common is usually a guide rather than a hindrance. In solving a problem of this sort, the grand thing is to be able to reason backward. That is a very useful accomplishment, and a very easy one, but people do not practise it much. In the everyday affairs of life it is more useful to reason forward, and so the other comes to be neglected. There are fifty who can reason synthetically for one who can reason analytically."
"I confess," said I, that I do not quite follow you."

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
"I don't know -- not very long." The man's eyes were fixed upon the northern horizon. In the blue vault of the heaven there had appeared three little specks which increased in size every moment, so rapidly did they approach. They speedily resolved themselves into three large brown birds, which circled over the heads of the two wanderers, and then settled upon some rocks which overlooked them. They were buzzards, the vultures of the West, whose coming is the forerunner of death.
"Cocks and hens," cried the little girl gleefully, pointing at their ill-omened forms, and clapping her hands to make them rise. "Say, did God make this country?"
"Of course He did," said her companion, rather startled by this unexpected question.
"He made the country down in Illinois, and He made the Missouri," the little girl continued. "I guess somebody else made the country in these parts. It's not nearly so well done. They forgot the water and the trees."
"What would ye think of offering up prayer?" the man asked diffidently.

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
William Etty William Etty painting
"Yes, they all went except you and me. Then I thought there was some chance of water in this direction, so I heaved you over my shoulder and we tramped it together. It don't seem as though we've improved matters. There's an almighty small chance for us now!"
"Do you mean that we are going to die to?" asked
-69-the child, checking her sobs, and raising her tear-stained face.
"I guess that's about the size of it."
"Why didn't you say so before?" she said, laughing gleefully. "You gave me such a fright. Why, of course, now as long as we die we'll be with mother again."
"Yes, you will, dearie."
"And you too. I'll tell her how awful good you've been. I'll bet she meets us at the door of heaven with a big pitcher of water, and a lot of buckwheat cakes, hot and toasted on both sides, like Bob and me was fond of. How long will it be first?"

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
"You'll see prettier things than them soon," said the man confidently. "You just wait a bit. I was going to tell you though -- you remember when we left the river?"
"Oh, yes."
"Well, we reckoned we'd strike another river soon, d'ye see. But there was somethin' wrong; compasses, or map, or somethin', and it didn't turn up. Water ran out. Just except a little drop for the likes of you, and -- and -- "
"And you couldn't wash yourself," interrupted his companion gravely, staring up at his grimy visage.
"No, nor drink. And Mr. Bender, he was the fust to go, and then Indian Pete, and then Mrs. McGregor, and then Johnny Hones, and then, dearie, your mother."
"Then mother's a deader too," cried the little girl, dropping her face in her pinafore and sobbing bitterly.

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
"Kiss it and make it well," she said, with perfect gravity,
-68-showing the injured part up to him. "That's what mother used to do. Where's mother?"
"Mother's gone. I guess you'll see her before long."
"Gone, eh!" said the little girl. Funny, she didn't say good-bye; she most always did if she was just goin' over to auntie's for tea, and now she's been away three days. Say, it's awful dry, ain't it? Ain't there no water nor nothing to eat?"
"No, there ain't nothing, dearie. You'll just need to be patient awhile, and then you'll be all right. Put your head up ag'in me like that, and then you'll feel bullier. It ain't easy to talk when your lips is like leather, but I guess I'd best let you know how the cards lie. What's that you've got?"
"Pretty things! fine things!" cried the little girl enthusiastically, holding up two glittering fragments of mica. "When we goes back to home I'll give them to brother Bob."

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
Before sitting down, he had deposited upon the ground his useless rifle, and also a large bundle tied up in a gray shawl, which he had carried slung over his right shoulder. It appeared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength, for in lowering it, it came down on the ground with some little violence. Instantly there broke from the gray parcel a little moaning cry, and from it there protruded a small, scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled dimpled fists.
"You've hurt me!" said a childish voice, reproachfully.
"Have I, though?" the man answered penitently; I didn't go for to do it." As he spoke he unwrapped the gray shawl and extricated a pretty little girl of about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock with its little linen apron, all bespoke a mother's care. The child was pale and wan, but her healthy arms and legs showed that she had suffered less than her companion.
"How is it now?" he answered anxiously, for she was still rubbing the tousy golden curls which covered the back of her head.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

David Hardy paintings

David Hardy paintings
Dirck Bouts paintings
政策生育率如果定为1.8左右,那么,放开二胎就是顺理成章的事情。有人说,如果放开二胎,政策生育率就是2.0左右了。事实上,考虑到不孕症和单身人口,放开二胎的政策生育率也就相当于1.8左右。又有人说,即使放开二胎,也仍然会有超生,所以实际生育率可能会突破2.0。事实上,虽然放开二胎也仍会有超生现象,但同时也有很多夫妇自愿只生一个,甚至还有一些夫妇是丁克,况且只生一个和丁克的夫妇加起来肯定多于超生的夫妇,所以实际生育率平均起来仍然不会超过1.8。
那么,中国自1990年代初以后的生育率是多少呢?下面是几次全国性生育率调查的数据:1992年中国生育率抽样调查为1.47,1995年国家统计局1%人口抽样调查为1.46,1997年全国人口与生殖健康抽样调查为1.35,2000年第五次全国人口普查的数据为1.22……可见,多次生育率调查的结果均为1.2~1.5之间。
1990年代以后进行的多次生育愿望调查显示,人们的平均生育愿望不超过1.8个孩子。例如,1991年中国社会科学院“中国家庭经济和生育研究”的抽样调查结果显示:城市妇女平均期望生育数为1.65左右,农村妇女平均期望生育数为1.89左右;1997年国家计划生育委员会组织的全国人口和生殖健康抽样调查的结果显示:城市妇女平均期望生育数为1.56左右,农村妇女平均期望生育数为1.80左右。在这种情况下,放开二胎的生育率也不会超过1.8。

Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings

众议院拨款委员会国防小组委员会主席、宾夕法尼亚州众议员约翰穆萨在上周一次行业会议上称:"我正在将眼光放远一点,不仅仅局限于伊拉克和阿富汗,我正在审视未来的威胁。"
  穆萨议员说他最近和盖茨部长就F-22的问题进行了探讨,他的委员会正在和空军就为购买更多F-22而追加预算的问题展开谈判。
  作为一个小小的让步,英格兰副部长同意追加预算多购买四架F-22,但这几架猛禽维持不了F-22的生产线。在2009年的预算申请中,国防部没有订购额外的F-22也没有提供关闭生产线所需的资金,国防部准备将F-22的命运留给了下届美国政府来决定。
  有人明白对中国军事力量指摘的迅速增多可能是军工企业为了增加购买武器预算找的借口,但武器预算已经达到了9/11发生以来年份中的最高点。"现实是在我们进行的伊拉克和阿富汗两场战争中,F-22一场战斗也没参加过,"盖茨在2月6日的参议院军事委员会关于2009年国防预算的听政会上说。"所以F-22主要是用来在未来冲突中对付一个力量相近的对手的,我想我们都知道它是谁。"

Charles Chaplin paintings

Charles Chaplin paintings
Diane Romanello paintings
但在最近几周,美国空军在军工企业和一些国会议员的支持下,开始为再多购买198架F-22以达到381架的目标而斗争。美国空军不顾国防部长罗伯特盖茨及国防部副部长高登英格兰的反对,仍在不屈不挠的要求追加F-22的购买数量,但美国国防部的高官们依然牢牢控制着预算要求。
  追加F-22的购买数量的一个重要理由就是中国:经济实力的不断膨胀伴随而来的是中国军事力量的增长。中国的崛起重新唤起了"强大武器对未来美国战略的重要性"的概念。
  中国去年成功进行了一次反卫星试验,主管战略计划及方案的空军副参谋长雷蒙德约翰斯中将上周在一次国防部长会议上称:"美国必须看到这种威胁。"
  除了F-22,在争论购买海军新型战舰及海军陆战队两栖战斗车辆的问题上,中国牌也被频频使用。相比之下,虽然俄罗斯现在通过石油大赚一票,还警告美国不许在欧洲部署预警雷达系统并且可能重新成为一个军事威胁,但这些对美国都没什么大不了。

Claude Lorrain paintings

Claude Lorrain paintings
Claude Monet paintings
《华尔街日报》一篇原题为"中国成为美国武器采购预算争吵的焦点"的文章称,在美国国防部内争论武器预算问题时,中国军事威胁成了一个绝佳的借口。
  最近几周,美国国防部内部正在为F-22"猛禽"战机进行这一场不同寻常的激烈"鏖战"。F-22是洛克西德马丁公司和波音公司联合生产的一种空中优势战机,这种单价达1.43亿美元的战机将是美军夺取压倒性未来制空权的保证。
[ 转自铁血社区 http://bbs.tiexue.net/ ]
  在美国将精力都集中在伊拉克和阿富汗战事的时候,这种在对抗超级大国时才能发挥作用的武器,在美国高官看来其在未来战争中的作用在降低。
  虽然F-22部队已经在2007年底实现了战斗力,但在上述思想的指导下,美国国防部被要求应该少生产一些F-22,多生产一些在更便宜的"蓝领"战机,比如洛克西德马丁公司的F-35"闪电II"战机,它的价格不到F-22的一半,并将在2013年实现战斗力。F-22的生产线将于2009年开始关闭。

Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings

Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Caravaggio paintings
一定要用最好的货!哪怕全是进口的,这是地缘处境不佳的海军必须做的。日本,韩国的做法值得中国学习,日本人看准世界海军发展的潮流,非常有眼光地引进了美国宙斯盾系统,通过这几年的使用不但建成了亚洲最强海上力量,而且消化吸收了许多技术,提高了宙斯盾的国产化率为系统通用性和自主保障打下了基础。(设备可以引进但保障必须自主) 韩国人在潜艇上也是下了一番功夫,他们从德国引进世界上最好的214潜艇,但韩国不只是买潜艇,他们也相当充分地吸收了技术,别忘了韩国是世界第一造船国,他们仿制舰艇的水平绝对不会比我们差。  而反观我们,虽然最近几年大力发展海军,但步伐缓慢,思想落后,很类似当年的俄国海军,我们确立一个项目通常要求所有设备国产后就大批建造,这种思维用于空军,陆军是正确地,但用于海军是绝对错误的,不仅是前面所说的问题,而且,这种建设方法作茧自缚,结果国产的系统性能略有减少,还耽误了宝贵的时间,使中国的海洋面临更多的威胁。  比如中国海军引以为豪的052C'中华宙斯盾‘它的防空系统海红旗9A性能非常有限,更本比不上标准2§3一旦开战,中国海军舰队能放心天上吗?如果但时直接和合作俄国改进SA-6即使花多钱也是划得来的。
  总之中国海军诺要拥有强大的地区声音,一定要不惜代价。

Nude Oil Paintings

Nude Oil Paintings
dropship oil paintings
所以,从政治角度看,这一次越南经济危机暴露了“经济革新”失败的一面,将彻底中断“颜色革命”的进程,中国的援助是肯定的。说直白了,这种支持,一是保证越南社会主义制度,二是有利于打击亲美派(南海闹事也是他们主谋的)的力量,能摧毁更好,三是加速建设越北与滇、桂以及北部湾经济圈,把越南北部的经济融入中国循环圈。这个政治路线图,决定我们资金援助流向和切入点,今年“解危”的首批资金就是通过对越北基础设施的投入输送的,可能有几亿美元。
巴基斯坦,这里谈的很多了,我没有什么新鲜的观点要说。自从美帝进入中亚“反恐”以后,巴基斯坦的局势就一直不稳定,可以说巴是美帝“多米诺骨”牌的核心,拿下巴,得陇望蜀就可以进军伊朗,从西亚到中亚美帝就此掌控欧亚大陆的连片核心地带,再加上石油高地,华尔街大老板们想着可以据此坐定“霸业”至少一百年。 梦是很美丽的,但是世界是大家的。巴基斯坦建国后一路走过来的历史,就告诉他,美帝不可靠,中国是铁杆朋友。这个观念在巴基斯坦是地无分南北、人不分党派的共识。自从上世纪六十年代以后,巴基斯坦上台的任何一届政府,不管什么党派或者军政府执政,都是奉行与中国友好的政策。反之,如果反华的,都混不下去。

Edward hopper paintings

Edward hopper paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
越南共产党很着急,多次来中国告急求救!
对越南经济危机,中国还是有能力伸一把手的,他们国内也是开过会、做过权衡,农总书记才匆匆忙忙来中国的重拾“同志加兄弟”的。
越南无论在南海问题上,还是与中国做交易,总是多一个心眼,例如煤炭、木材出口到中国的就要算“战略物资”,多道手续不说还要多收费,日本、韩国在那儿开发,都睁一只眼闭一只眼;南海更是不遵守共同规则,经常擦边、出边。对这位“同志加兄弟”咱们也是要观其行,明里“友好”暗里小动作不断是不行的。
所以,这一次,我们的资金启动与中越(越北)经济圈、北部湾经济圈是挂钩的,钱是通过与中国并轨的“脉络”输过去的,不是胡志明那会儿,到北京拿了支票回去就可以随便花的。 对中国的周边国家,象中国和越南这样的国家关系,历数一下,只此一家。历史上就不说了,中华人民共和国成立后,惟一受过中国“恩威并重”的国家就是越南。有人会问,为何?这就是不同历史时期发生的历史过程,也是见证。

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Fabian Perez the face of tango ii painting

Fabian Perez the face of tango ii painting
abstract 41239 painting
赖斯对澳大利亚评价说:"美国同澳大利亚以及东南亚主要国家之间享有坚固、民主的同盟关系。"她提到日本时说:"日本进步为一个正规国家(normal state)的同时,具备一种能力,在亚洲乃至更多的地区维护并传播美国的价值,我们同经济巨人日本之间也保持着坚固、民主的同盟关系。"
赖斯接下来提到了韩国,她评价说:"韩国从一个贫穷和独裁的国家发展成为民主、繁荣的国家,变化之大令人敬畏,拥有这种傲人历史的韩国也成为我们的‘全球伙伴'。"
赖斯在这篇文章中阐明了自己对国家安全问题的看法。据分析,赖斯将日本和澳大利亚称作同盟国,而将韩国称作伙伴,体现了美国国内亚太安保战略概念正在发生变化的一面。在美国,不同于日本和澳大利亚,将韩国称作"伙伴"已经成为普遍现象。
随着美国越来越重视在亚太地区同日本和澳大利亚建立三角同盟关系,韩国的战略价值正不断下降。去年9月在澳大利亚举行亚太经合组织(APEC)领导人非正式会议期间,美国、日本、澳大利亚三国首脑单独会晤,巩固了三国之间的安保合作。可以说,这是上述动向的决定性一环。

Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting

Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting
Jacques-Louis David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
由于卢武铉政府执政期间同美国在各个方面都引发了矛盾,因此,美国国内对韩国的信任度有所下降,这也对上述现象产生了影响。华盛顿的一位消息人士表示:"大家都相信在日本和澳大利亚,无论哪个政权上台,都不会利用反美情绪,而是会维护同盟关系,但韩国则不同,认为韩国不像这两个国家那么值得信任的评价正逐渐扩散。 赖斯将日本和澳大利亚称作同盟国,将韩国称作伙伴,实话实说而已。从另一个角度讲,说明韩国民众对美国的不信任。继"金砖四国"后异军突起的越南经济,近日面对股市和币值大泻的金融危机,市场甚至关注会否触发新一轮的亚洲金融风暴。吸取了上次风暴肆虐的教训,不少亚洲国家已经改善了自己的金融底子。不过,在国际资金的角力下,势必令包括中国在内的亚洲国家采取较为保守的货币政策,可能降低人民币大幅升值的预期。 一九九七年在泰国刮起的金融风暴,早前吹起经济泡沫的亚洲国家和地区接二连三受到冲击。一些国家的货币和股票市值瞬间蒸发了超过一半,经济萎缩,失业大增,民怨沸腾,印尼等国的元首更被赶下台。港人身受其害,遭国际大鳄在股票和货币市场上下其手,开始了经济走下坡的痛苦日子。  社论指出,风暴前夕,亚洲各国是前所未有地风光,资金纷纷涌入,本港股市楼市炒得火热,泰国亦以"第五条小龙"的身分直追前面的"四小龙"。今天越南的情况有不相似之处,也有相似之处,不相似之处,是

Perez white and red painting

Perez white and red painting
Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting 1948年2月一纵(军)为主力参加宜瓦战役,一纵(军)率先占瓦子街,这时=纵(军)未及时到预定位置,一纵(军)主动派一部抢占瓦子街南山,彻底封敌西撤退路,为全歼刘戡转入战略进攻后,取得第一大胜做出重要贡献,在荔北战中,一纵(军)楔入敌防纵深大胆穿插、分割,以突然迅猛动作歼敌,对战役起决定性作用。1949年2月编为一军,在西北诸役中表现出色。
  王牌军(四)中原野战军11军
[ 转自铁血社区 http://bbs.tiexue.net/ ]
  司令员:陈锡联
  解放战争中,中野3纵(军)参加了中野的几乎全战役,战功显赫,誉为老虎纵队,3纵(军)刚成立时,作为主力参加邯郸战役,立下战功,以后无论出去龙海,还是在鄄城、滑县、巨金鱼、豫皖边和豫北等役,这只虎总是冲在前,3纵(军)在做为左路军跃进大别山,在皖西开辟新区,完成跃任务之后,3纵(军)在无后方依托情况下,发起张家店战役,全歼敌88师师部及62旅5300余人,取得中野进入大别山以来,首次大捷,在坚持大别山斗争起极为重要作用,在准海战役中,3纵(军)参加了双堆集围歼黄维兵团战中,英勇作战。1949年2月编为11军,南下参加渡江、进军西南。

Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting

Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting
Mucha Untitled Alphonse Maria Mucha painting
3纵(军)为华北劲旅,在保北战场坚持作战,诱敌生误觉,令敌第三军北上,使我军终获清风店战役大捷,3纵(军)为主力攻克石家庄,首开我军攻取大城市的先例。在涞水战役中,3纵(军)一面围攻涞水,一面集中主力抓住战机,勇于打援,围歼驰援的傅军1号主力35军,王牌虎头师32师,就在这时敌骑4师又飞兵赶到,3纵(军)又兵进行阻击,身处3面顽强作战,英雄果敢向敌纵深猛插、分割,刀斩虎头师o在新宝安战役中,3纵2面受敌,一面猛突王牌35军,一面果断阻击104军,为消灭傅1号主力35军,立下头功。1949年1月编为63军,以后攻太原、进军西北,诸战中表现出色。
  王牌军(三)西北野战军一军
  司令员:张宗逊
  解放战争中,西野1纵(军)表现相当不错,其主力358旅,为西野3大主力之一,该纵358旅714团6连,在1948年宜瓦战中杀出威风,是闻名全军的硬骨头六连,一纵(军)在陕北,先参加延安保卫战,与数倍之敌激战7昼夜,粉碎蒋介石3天占延安的美梦,出色掩护中央机关撤离。之后一纵(军)为主力连续参加了青化砭、羊马河和蟠龙三次作战,取得稳定陕北战局的三战三捷,一纵立下头功。1947年8月沙家店之战,伏击胡宗南三大主力之一,整编36师,一纵(军)主攻激战一天,取得沙家店战胜利,粉碎国军对陕北的重点进攻,从此西北战场由内线防御转为内线反攻。

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
 6纵(军)是不可多得的强悍之师,著名的百将团出自此部,全纵(军)一到打仗立生威猛之势,在定陶战中,顽强扛起作战难度大的苦差事,出色完任务,1947年挺进中原时,在中野面临绝境的关键时刻,六纵(军)浴血博击,强渡河,为中野突围硬是杀出一条血路。1948年7月六纵(军)在兵力不占优,装备落后的条件下,出奇兵进攻极为重要的战略之点襄樊,以反常规的大胆战法,刀劈三关,一举攻下铁打襄阳,击败川军名将郭勋祺,生擒大特务头子康泽,取得襄樊大捷,此役在军事上极大地调功了敌军,战后17旅19团获襄阳特功团,淮海战役中英雄血战双堆集,顽强顶任敌18、15军轮番攻击,并战场策反敌110师起义,为摧敌18军(国军五大主力之一)立头功。949年2月编为12军,南下渡江,进军西南作战。
  王牌军(六)中野14军
  司令员:陈赓
  解放战争中,中野四纵(军)长期坦负战略机动任务,1946年6至9月连续发起闻喜、夏县、同蒲、临浮战役,在临浮战中,全歼号称天下第一旅的国军整编第一旅,活捉中将旅长黄正城,同年11月至翌年1月发起吕梁、汾孝战,1947年7月强渡黄河,挺进豫陕鄂地区,先在潼关、洛阳间往返作战,后至伏牛山麓实施灵活的牵牛战术,歼灭李铁军,开辟豫西根据地,1948年3月四纵(军)与华东三纵(军)一起,歼敌二万,取洛阳战胜利,之后又参加宛西、郑州等战。在淮海战役中,四纵(军)先是背水为战,在南坪集顽强阻击黄维兵团,继而诱敌深入,为我军诱敌深入围歼黄兵团取得宝贵战机,为歼黄立头功,战后四纵(军)13旅38团1营放授于钢铁营光荣称号。1949年2月编为14军、13军,南下解放南冒,进军两广、云南,似果断、神速追歼战,让人赞叹。

Goya Nude Maja painting

Goya Nude Maja painting
hassam Geraniums painting
仅仅的四万元捐助,对于一个国家来说,似乎真的很少,还不如一个企业甚至一些个人的捐款多,但它的意义远非金钱所能衡量的,因为这就是他所能有的最大能力了。这个国家就是:莫桑比克我们更应该记住在我们国家危难时他们的无私真诚帮助,中国是一个恩怨分明的国家,中国对于莫桑比克兄弟的情谊,一定会记在心里的。
虽然只有区区4万元(折合人民币),但我们应该记住它 ―― 非洲的莫桑比克,世界上最贫困的国家。
莫桑比克这个极其贫困的国家,年人均国民生产总值仅相当于瑞士的五百分之一。 他们领导人到联合国开会,路费都没法解决,4万对他们来说是很大很大的一笔钱,可以做太多的事,可现在却拿来支援我们!在给中国提供了救灾援助的十几个国家之中,却有这个世界上最贫穷的国家。
滴水之恩,当涌泉相报。让我们记住莫桑比克,这个贫穷的非洲兄弟。
补充说明一下援助的问题 首先我想请那些说三道四的人将自己的手放在胸口,摸摸自己的良心说话。现在的捐款已经变成了走排场,比富的舞台。看看我们的电视媒体,每天都为那些大手笔大书特书。6000万的沙特王子被报道了一遍又一遍。。而莫桑比克呢?甚至都没有人提起他们的名字。6000万对于沙特又算的了什么,大不了在多开几口井好了。而莫桑比克呢?人家可是连温饱都达不到的国家!
爱心真的可以用钱来衡量吗? 同意就顶下

Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder painting

Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder painting
Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
在三年解放战争中,人民解放军作战部队的编制主要是以纵队(军)为主,而这三年多的时间又是解放战争中最重要、最关键的时候,不可否认的事实是,解放军作战的战史是以解放战争为最重要的篇章。因此,我精选了在解放战争中表现优异、战功显赫的英雄纵队(军),由于这些部队都是身经百战,我不可能把他们在解放战争中的每一个作战都说到,只能简单的说一下他们在解放战争中的亮点,又因为精选的数量正好是十五个,故把他们称为军威无敌人民解放军的十五个王牌军。
  这十五个纵队(军)是依靠他们光荣的战史选进的,但是以下我给他们之间的排序不是以战功战力而定,首先是按华北-西北-中原-华东-东北前后排序,野战军中的各纵队排序又是以王牌军番号前后而定,特此声明,请大家不要误解。
  王牌军一、华北军区60军
  司令员王新亭
  8纵(军)是华北军区表现最出色的一个纵队(军),8纵(军)打运城、攻临汾、战晋中、克太原,仗仗主力,仗仗打得精彩,临汾战是我军由运动转向攻坚第一战,在严重缺火器的情况下,面对临汾易守难攻的坚城,巧用土行孙战法,用坑道爆破,破敌防线23旅,被中央军委授于:光荣的临汾旅。8纵(军)出其不意直朴晋中,先在张兰镇灭阎锡山的精锐主力美械亲训师及亲训炮兵团之后,又围赵承授集团的1号主力,为我军晋中大捷立头功。太原战中,8纵(军)出色完成最为艰难的外围战,为克华北最大堡垒太原,做出重要贡献。1949年2月编为60军,参加进军西北,西南的围歼战。

Monday, June 9, 2008

hassam At the Piano painting

hassam At the Piano painting
Degas Star of the Ballet painting
""I will trust you on one condition, and on one condition only," said I at last. "It is that this mystery comes to an end from now. You are at liberty to preserve your secret, but you must promise me that there shall be no more nightly visits, no more doings which are kept from my knowledge. I am willing to forget those which are past if you will promise that there shall be no more in the future."
""I was sure that you would trust me," she cried with a great sigh of relief. "It shall be just as you wish. Come away -- oh, come away up to the house."
"Still pulling at my sleeve, she led me away from the cottage. As we went I glanced back, and there was that yellow livid face watching us out of the upper window. What link could there be between that creature and my wife? Or how could the coarse, rough woman whom I had seen the day before be connected with her? It was a strange puzzle, and yet I knew that my mind could never know ease again until I had solved it.
"For two days after this I stayed at home, and my wife appeared to abide loyally by our engagement, for, as far as I know, she never stirred out of the house. On the third day however, I had ample evidence that her solemn promise was not enough to hold her back from this secret influence which drew her away from her husband and her duty.

Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting

Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting
Sargent Two Women Asleep in a Punt under the Willows painting
""I have not been here before."
" "How can you tell me what you know is false?" I cried. "Your very voice changes as you speak. When have I ever had a secret from you? I shall enter that cottage, and I shall probe the matter to the bottom."
""No, no, Jack, for God's sake!" she gasped in uncontrollable emotion. Then, as I approached the door, she seized my sleeve and pulled me back with convulsive strength.
""I implore you not to do this, Jack," she cried. "I swear that I will tell you everything some day, but nothing but misery can come of it if you enter that cottage." Then, as I tried to shake her off, she clung to me in a frenzy of entreaty. Trust me, Jack!" she cried. `Trust me only this once. You will never have cause to regret it. You know that I would not have a secret from you if it were not for your own sake. Our whole lives are at stake
-168-in this. If you come home with me all will be well. If you force your way into that cottage all is over between us."
"There was such earnestness, such despair, in her manner that her words arrested me, and I stood irresolute before the door.

Charles Chaplin paintings

Charles Chaplin paintings
Diane Romanello paintings
Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos' strand,And many Jasons come in quest of her.O my Antonio, had I but the meansTo hold a rival place with one of them,I have a mind presages me such thrift,That I should questionless be fortunate!
ANTONIO
Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea;Neither have I money nor commodityTo raise a present sum: therefore go forth;Try what my credit can in Venice do:That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost,To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia.Go, presently inquire, and so will I,Where money is, and I no question makeTo have it of my trust or for my sake.
[Exeunt]PORTIA
By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary ofthis great world.
NERISSA
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were inthe same abundance as your good fortunes are: andyet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeitwith too much as they that starve with nothing. Itis no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in themean: superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, butcompetency lives longer.
PORTIA
Good sentences and well pronounced.
NERISSA
They would be better, if well followed.

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
Nor do I now make moan to be abridgedFrom such a noble rate; but my chief careIs to come fairly off from the great debtsWherein my time something too prodigalHath left me gaged. To you, Antonio,I owe the most, in money and in love,And from your love I have a warrantyTo unburden all my plots and purposesHow to get clear of all the debts I owe.
ANTONIO
I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;And if it stand, as you yourself still do,Within the eye of honour, be assured,My purse, my person, my extremest means,Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.
BASSANIO
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,I shot his fellow of the self-same flightThe self-same way with more advised watch,To find the other forth, and by adventuring bothI oft found both: I urge this childhood proof,Because what follows is pure innocence.I owe you much, and, like a wilful youth,That which I owe is lost; but if you please

Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting

Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting
Stiltz BV Beauty painting
Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
Lempicka Sketch of Madame Allan Bott painting
Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare ye well:We leave you now with better company.
SALARINO
I would have stay'd till I had made you merry,If worthier friends had not prevented me.
ANTONIO
Your worth is very dear in my regard.I take it, your own business calls on youAnd you embrace the occasion to depart.
SALARINO
Good morrow, my good lords.
BASSANIO
Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?
SALARINO
We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
[Exeunt Salarino and Salanio]
LORENZO
My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,We two will leave you: but at dinner-time,I pray you, have in mind where we must meet.
BASSANIO
I will not fail you.