Bags "Pushkin's Fairy Tales"

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Suitcases 60s turned into an interesting trio dedicated to my favorite storyteller-Alexander Pushkin. Inspiration served as favorite poems and... autumn.

1. Suitcase "Lukomorye" (60h35 cm)
There stands a green oak;
A gilded chain on the oak tree:
And day and night the cat scientist
All goes on a chain around;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
Left - the tale says.
A magic place: there wends his way,
The mermaid on branches sits;
There on unknown tracks
Traces of unseen beasts;
Hut there on chicken legs
Without Windows, without doors;
There wood and Dale with wonders teem;
There about the dawn of day the breakers stream
On a bare and barren,
And thirty goodly knights
A series of water come out clear
And with them their uncle sea;
There the Prince passing
Captivates the terrible Tsar;
There in the clouds before the people
Through forests, across the sea
Warlock is the hero;
In prison there tuzhit Princess,
and the brown wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
He goes wandering by itself,
There's king Kashchey over gold withers;
There Russian spirit... there smell of Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
The sea saw an oak green;
Under it sat, and the cat scientist
Their tale told to me...

2. Suitcase "Pushkin" (50h30cm) with antique inkwell

Oh, the sky breathed autumn,
Oh, the sun rarely shone,
In short was day
Mysterious forests canopy
With a sad noise was bared,
Lay on the field fog,
Geese noisy caravan
Stretched to the South: approaching
Quite a boring time;
Was the Nov much of the yard... A.. Pushkin (Eugene Onegin)

3. Suitcase "Natalia"- exquisite "baby" - (40h25cm) in lace and velvet.
" Natasha"
Wither, wither summer red;
Fly clear days;
Spreading fog and inclement
The night dozing in the shade;
Empty cereal fields,
Cold brook playful;
Forest of curly gray;
The firmament turned pale.
Light Natasha! where are you now?
What nobody Matures?
Or not want a a single hour
Other hearts to share?
None of the lake is wavy,
Nor under the shelter of lip fragrant
Early — late sometimes
Not I meet you.
Soon, soon the cold winter
Grove, field visit;
The twinkle in the smoky shack
Soon brightly Shine;
Will see I'm adorable
And, as a Finch in a cage close
I'll be home to grieve
And Natasha to remember. (1814)


We have no time to read Pushkin - we are proud of him!!!))))

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