Franz Wertvollen. Scenes of family life (№ 420302)

If emeralds, heated, would become lava, shining greenery of ivy greens, and all this would be poured into the bronchi, I would lose my breath exactly as I lost it in the sea behind some brick house, just standing and watching as the history of the universe unfolds in your pupils - and all of it is about trinkets, about trifles, without which God misses -
about the sladdog -
about love.