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9781151137562: Letters of Marie Bashkirtseff

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1891 Excerpt: ... seen from the street. I do not insist upon the outside garden; in the place which I have marked for it there might be merely a little garden two yards deep. All these, however, are only suggestions. But I think the garden would be well located where I have marked it on the plan. There will be necessary, besides, a staircase, a yard, a stable, and a coachhouse. I should like the staircase to lead to the principal salon. To M.Julian. Poltava, Russia, May 2 i (June 2). White draperies, sorrowful eyes, pale hands, an apathetic air--the kingdom of this country is not for me! (subject of a sketch for the landscape.) Oh! the horrible mastodons! people whose attitudes and hands are like" those in poor old paintings. Can one help being angry, then? You are a great prophet, but those hundred hours in a railway-carriage were what I needed. So far, however, all I have gained by them is a cold. The air, delightfully pure and balmy, is too cold to remain long out of doors, and I keep inside. I have got myself into this, but it is none the less vexatious on that account. If, at least, it were the severe majesty of the steppes; but no, the country is pretty. The family are extremely attentive--the younger ones think me delightful, the older ones think I have grown serious and quiet. Five years ago I came here to display my first long gowns, and I was as noisy and brilliant as an exhibition of fire-works; now I am in search of something between forgetfulness and repose. My head is full of painting and these people cannot understand the noble preoccupations of persons of our kind; and then it must be confessed that I am used up for the present. Yesterday my father received a grand ovation, it being his fete-day. All the peasants assembled in the court-yard, cheered him, shoo...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1891 Excerpt: ... seen from the street. I do not insist upon the outside garden; in the place which I have marked for it there might be merely a little garden two yards deep. All these, however, are only suggestions. But I think the garden would be well located where I have marked it on the plan. There will be necessary, besides, a staircase, a yard, a stable, and a coachhouse. I should like the staircase to lead to the principal salon. To M.Julian. Poltava, Russia, May 2 i (June 2). White draperies, sorrowful eyes, pale hands, an apathetic air--the kingdom of this country is not for me! (subject of a sketch for the landscape.) Oh! the horrible mastodons! people whose attitudes and hands are like" those in poor old paintings. Can one help being angry, then? You are a great prophet, but those hundred hours in a railway-carriage were what I needed. So far, however, all I have gained by them is a cold. The air, delightfully pure and balmy, is too cold to remain long out of doors, and I keep inside. I have got myself into this, but it is none the less vexatious on that account. If, at least, it were the severe majesty of the steppes; but no, the country is pretty. The family are extremely attentive--the younger ones think me delightful, the older ones think I have grown serious and quiet. Five years ago I came here to display my first long gowns, and I was as noisy and brilliant as an exhibition of fire-works; now I am in search of something between forgetfulness and repose. My head is full of painting and these people cannot understand the noble preoccupations of persons of our kind; and then it must be confessed that I am used up for the present. Yesterday my father received a grand ovation, it being his fete-day. All the peasants assembled in the court-yard, cheered him, shoo...

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