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It was late afternoon, teatime, & the Little Girl was sitting in the warmth of the Newcomer's wagon drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Her Aunt & Old Fox were perched by the stove & the Newcomer was telling an old tale of the beautiful Daughter of the Sun & her brave friend, Moose.
Illustrations by Nikolai Ustinov from Ivan Bunin's "Leaf Fall", published in Moscow in 1988.
Once, there was a little cat called Sasha, who lived with a young, melancholy princess in the Nikolayevsky dvorets in St Petersburg. Sasha had the old Siberian skill of seeing ghosts & she stalked the cold palace corridors protecting her mistress from wraiths & shadows & doubles.
Still Life: Vase of Peonies
ca. 1925
Edmund Charles Tarbell
(for @RosalindMaud xxx)
Wolf loved thunderstorms, & The Times & the barometer in the Hall & Old Fox had all told him that a storm was coming that afternoon. So he found some ginger cake & made a thermos of strong tea & went to up to the High Attic to wait for the clouds to darken over Maygad Hill.
6th Window. Hare's father had found the photograph albums & over mince pies & sherry, he told Hare the old stories again. One picture always made Hare stop – his parents the year they met, a Christmas walk in the New Forest. How I miss her, said his father & took out his hankie.
4th Window. 72nd Street. She has her new skates & a pewter flask of rum & chestnut babka wrapped in linen. The city is glittering with lights & there are candles in the tenement windows & a German choir is singing by the gates & the whole world is theirs, the whole damn world.
There was once a rabbit who dreamt of wild adventure, of liners sailing to Brazil, carrot fields in Norfolk, creameries in Normandy. I have a small life, he said. But before he died, he looked up at his beloved human & he realised that a life of love is never slight, not at all.