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Marzena Anna
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Interpreter & sworn Translator German-Polish
Happy weekend! ❄️💙
January 4, 2025 at 7:59 AM
Happy New Year Pascale! 👋🙌🎉🥂
January 4, 2025 at 7:57 AM
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

- Romeo -

Romeo and Juliet, A1 S5
#ShakespeareSunday
#OliviaHussey
December 29, 2024 at 8:00 AM
I thought I knew winter, but from inside this tower I’ve learned something new- the winter wind has its own voice. . . The winter wind screeches around the tower, singing the high harmony, its voice sharp with ice.
Shannon Hale
Book of a Thousand Days
#BookWormSat
December 28, 2024 at 1:21 AM
The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.
Claude Monet
#botd
🖌️Claude Monet
Woman with a Parasol - Madame Monet and Her Son
November 14, 2024 at 4:46 PM
Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Sonnet 71
#ShakespeareSunday
November 10, 2024 at 4:21 PM
January is the month for dreaming. Jean Hersey

Happy #January ☀️❄️☀️❄️

🖌️ Alfons Mucha
January 2, 2024 at 7:56 AM
Good Morning! 👋🤗❤️☕
December 28, 2023 at 9:12 AM
December 27, 2023 at 9:24 PM
Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.

William Shakespeare
The Two Noble Kinsmen

Happy #RoseWednesday 🌹
December 20, 2023 at 7:05 AM
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

The Merchant of Venice A3, S2
#ShakespeareSunday
December 17, 2023 at 7:26 AM
The Art of Painting also known as The Allegory of Painting, or Painter in his Studio.
🖌️Johannes Vermeer 
#art
December 15, 2023 at 1:54 PM
It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down.
Agatha Christie, The Clocks
#agathachristie
December 14, 2023 at 6:25 PM
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

Henry VIII, A1, S4
#ShakespeareSunday
December 10, 2023 at 7:34 AM
The fireplace in Provence is still used - to cook on, to sit around, to warm the toes, and to please the eye - and fires are laid in the early morning and fed throughout the day with scrub oak from the Luberon or beech from the foothills of Mont Ventoux.
Peter Mayle, A Year in Provence
#BookWormSat
December 9, 2023 at 4:41 PM
-last words about painting, age 78...
I think I'm beginning to learn something about it.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir
(25 February 1841 – 3 December 1919)

Auguste Renoir painting outdoors in Cagnes-sur-Mer, ca. 1913
December 3, 2023 at 8:16 AM
Woman In An Interior
🖌️Pruett Carter (9 February 1891 – 1 December 1955)
#SundayYellow
December 3, 2023 at 8:15 AM
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.
Richard III A2S3
#ShakespeareSunday
December 3, 2023 at 8:14 AM
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.

Henry IV, Part 2 A3, S1

#ShakespeareSunday
November 26, 2023 at 11:24 AM
They say miracles are past.

All'sWellThat EndsWell, S2, S3

#ShakespeareSunday
November 26, 2023 at 11:22 AM
Leisure Time in an Elegant Setting
ca. 1663–65.

Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY

🖌️Pieter de Hooch ( Rotterdam 1629–1684 Amsterdam)

#art
November 22, 2023 at 10:59 AM
[Stage direction]

Ferdinand and Miranda revealed playing Chess

Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at Chess.

The Tempest
#ShakespeareSunday
Ferdinand and Miranda playing chess
painting by Lucy Madox Brown, 1871
November 19, 2023 at 3:54 PM
I can only draw what I see.
Claude Monet
#botd
Woman with a Parasol – Madame Monet and Her Son by Claude Monet from 1875. It depicts his wife Camille and their son Jean in the period from 1871 to 1877 while they were living in Argenteuil.

National Gallery of Art, Washington DC
November 14, 2023 at 1:36 PM
November 8, 2023 at 8:33 AM
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, (...).
Ernest Hemingway
A Moveable Feast
#ClassicLtiMonday
November 6, 2023 at 5:51 AM