Bronze statuette of a dancing satyr, Roman, 3rd-2nd century BC The House of the Faun, Pompeii Museo Archeologico Nazionale (inv. 5002)
Atlas Statues outside the Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg
Church of Chavenay
Yveline region of France
Pierre Poschadel
Sculpture details.
Jordanian Staircase, Winter Palace, St. Petersburg, Russia,
Source: piter places
Dunsborough Park, Surrey
lhackett
Decorated pages from the Beinecke Rare Book Library at Yale University
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๐ณ๐๐ฬ๐๐ / ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ท
๐ฑ๐ข ยฉ๏ธ๐ป๐ผยฎ๏ธ
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was walking through a park one day in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote:
"my travels have changed me." The little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."
Museum of Applied Arts (รdรถn Lechner and Gyula Pรกrtos, 1893-1896), Budapest, Hungary
The rain writes poetry on my window โ๏ธโ.ยฐยทโ๏ธ
Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor. Tacitus
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