Allan R.Banks paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Früh morgens mußte Gretel heraus, den Kessel mit Wasser aufhängen und Feuer anzünden. "Erst wollen wir backen" sagte die Alte, "ich habe den Backofen schon eingeheizt und den Teig geknetet."
Sie stieß das arme Gretel hinaus zu dem Backofen, aus dem die Feuerflammen schon herausschlugen "Kriech hinein", sagte die Hexe, "und sieh zu, ob recht eingeheizt ist, damit wir das Brot hineinschieben können" Und wenn Gretel darin war, wollte sie den Ofen zumachen und Gretel sollte darin braten, und dann wollte sie's aufessen.
Aber Gretel merkte, was sie im Sinn hatte, und sprach "Ich weiß nicht, wie ich's machen soll; wie komm ich da hinein?"
"Dumme Gans", sagte die Alte, "die Öffnung ist groß genug, siehst du wohl, ich könnte selbst
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Allan R.Banks paintings
Allan R.Banks paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
Albert Bierstadt paintings
Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.
A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her, -- the light which, showing the way, forbids it.
At that early period it served but to bewilder her. It moved her to dreams, to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her the midnight when she had abandoned herself to tears.
In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight --
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
Albert Bierstadt paintings
Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.
A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her, -- the light which, showing the way, forbids it.
At that early period it served but to bewilder her. It moved her to dreams, to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her the midnight when she had abandoned herself to tears.
In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight --
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