My Virtual Reading Room

( Read more... )

Originally posted by levkonoe at Füsun Ürkün (Turkish painter)

debriswoman--here you are :)

And I thought perhaps some other people here might like this story, I don't believe Krivin's work has been translated.

Let me know if you'd like to see more, I'll translate a few more of his sketches as time allows.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Жил на свете Художник.
Однажды, еще в детстве, он нарисовал портрет старика. Старика этого он выдумал, но на портрете старик получился совсем как живой. Маленький Художник никак не мог расстаться со своей работой: он все что-то добавлял, подмалевывал и так увлекся, что старику это надоело. Он сошел с портрета и сердито сказал:

— Довольно! Ты меня совсем замучаешь!

Once upon a time, there lived an Artist.

Once, when he was still a boy, he painted a portrait of an old man. The old man was his own invention, but the portrait came out extremely life-like. The young Artist just couldn’t bear to part with his handiwork: he kept adding a bit of paint here and there, retouching, and got so carried away that the old man had enough of it. He came out of the portrait and angrily said,

“Enough! You’re going to work me to death!”

( Read more... )