Maxim Vorobiev - "Raising of Columns to St Isaac's Cathedral" (1838)
Gustave Doré illustrations.
Atlas Statues outside the Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg
By Moonlight in Neldoreth Forest - Ted Nasmith
A phenomenally enameled silver Swept-hilt Rapier, Germany, ca. 1606, housed at the Staaliche Kunstsammlungen Dresden.
A View of Naples through a Window, 1824. Franz Ludwig Catel
Romeo and Juliet on the Balcony (1886) by Julius Kronberg
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱
“I wish you to know
that you have been the last dream of my soul.”
—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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."
Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor. Tacitus
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