You’re beautiful – yes, we all know it -
And in the prime of youth – that much is true -
And you’re certainly rich – who could deny it?
But Fabulla, when you overpraise yourself,
You’re not rich, or beautiful, or young any longer. Bella es, nouimus, et puella, uerum est,
et diues, quis enim potest negare?
Sed cum te nimium, Fabulla, laudas,
nec diues neque bella nec puella es.
There is no aesthetic like the Russian winter. Yes, it can be grey and dull at times, but at its height, it completely reconfigures the environment. The universal white cover fills the land with a pure, magical beauty, full of dignity and mystery. According to an old saying, truth, in reality, is white, sparkling, frosty cold, silent and endless: something like the boundless Siberian tundra landscape.
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Olle Hjortzberg (Swedish, 1872-1959), Stilleben med ranunklar och orientalisk keramik [Still life with ranunculus and oriental ceramics], 1950. Oil on panel, 65.5 x 54 cm.
