H.C. Andersen, the Lifesaver

Hello God!

Thank You for Hans Christian Andersen. We all know what today’s date means, 9/11 is the symbol of our fear and fragility. We all need hope and something beautiful inside to keep our own life, and life around. Hans Christian Andersen is our lifesaver.

I invite you in Denmark, in Odense where Andersen born, and the museum, where I took the photos. It is a great pleasure to share with you a fairy tale by my eyes with the soul-wrapping-warming-hugging vibrations of the great man.  We are in absolute safety here and now.Hans Christian Andersen

In autobiographical “The Fairy Tale of My Life” H.C. Andersen writes, “My life is lovely story, happy and full of incident. If, when I was a boy, and went forth into the world poor and friendless, a good fairy had met me and said, “Choose now thy own course through life, and the object for which thou wilt strive, and then according to the development of thy mind and reason requires, I will guide and defend thee to its attainment,” my fate could not, even then, have been directed more happily, more prudently, or better.”

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“My native land, Denmark, is a poetical land, full of popular traditions, old songs and eventful history.

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The Danish islands are possessed of beautiful beech woods, and corn and clover fields. Upon one of these green islands, Funen, stands Odense, the place of my birth.

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Odense is called after the pagan god Odin, who, as tradition states, lived here.”

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Hans Christian Andersen was about 1.85 metres tall – 25 cm above the national average. The longlimbed tall man, the characteristic head with its deep-set eyes and the large nose did not come within the ideal for beauty that prevailed at the time.

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He was thought to be ugly, odd – yes, even repulsive – and his outward appearance attracted attention and made a clumsy, comical impression on most people. Those, however, was only the initial impression. Those who got to know the writer more closely gained a different impression. They found his face full of life and wit, his figure stately and his bearing elegant.

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Hans Christian Andersen was very fond of looking at himself in the mirror. This was not out of an inordinate love of finery, although he was very concerned about how he dressed. There are about 160 photographs of the writer, but not many of them resembled the actual man, was the opinion of his friends.

The reason was that Hans Christian Andersen tried to assume “a brilliant expression” when he posed for the photographer. I understand his “brilliant expression”, the son of a cobbler and washerwoman wrote, “I arrived with my small parcel in Copenhagen, a poor stranger of a boy, and today I have drunk my chocolate with the Queen, sitting opposite her and the King at the table.”Hans ans kids.JPG

Throughout his life, Hans Christian Andersen had a colossal imagination, something which the writer thought of as both a great gift and a curse. The most trifling criticism or reproof could disturb his spirits and hurt him deeply. Insignificant incidents were capable of stimulating his imagination to such an extent that he was afraid of becoming insane, like his grandfather before him.

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“Ideas lay in my thoughts like a seed corn, requiring only flowing steam, a ray of sunshine, a drop from the cup of bitterness, for them to spring forth and burst into bloom.”

“I have heaps material, more than for any kind of writing; it often seems to me as if every hoarding, every little flower is saying to me, “Look at me, just for a moment, and then my story will go right into you”, and then, if I feel like it, I have the story,” he said.

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Touching the genius of Hans Christian Andersen makes me happy. I remember my mother’s warm and calm voice reading “The Princess and the pea”, “They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate.” I read Hans Christian Andersen’s stories for my daughter and I do hope my grandchildren will love its. A family blanket from our childhood is keeping happy memories about familiar and close voices, hands, and smells of milk with honey and a book of fairytales. This blanket is our shield  and life vest I am trying to enwrap you in warming your soul.

I am happy to suggest a film about the writer. Beautiful film is instead the devastating and depression world news for keeping souls and minds safe and beautiful.

“The history of my life will say to the world what is says to me – There is a loving God, who directs all things for the best” Hans Christian Andersen said. “God directs all things for the best,” I am repeating for myself and for you. We are in safety until a fairy tale lives in us.

Thank You, Hans Christian Andersen! You are our lifesaver.

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Onegin Day

Hello God!

Thank You for Alexander Pushkin! Today, the 6th of June, is his Birthday! To celebrate the day I invite you to open and read the book. The poem “Eugene Onegin” is in the book.

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Russian painter Elena Samokish-Sudkovskaya illustrated the poem published in 19o8 in Saint Petersburg. It is my pleasure to share with you these wonderful pictures. Romantic mood and delicate character of the poetry embrace us. We are floating in the flows of this Masterpiece.

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I am catching the waves of “Eugene Onegin” translation by Charles H. Johnston via my own senses. I hope you will enjoy its, you can catch your own Pushkin here.

“How early on he (Onegin) learnt to trouble
the heart of the professional flirt!
When out to burst a rival’s bubble,
how well he knew the way to hurt —
what traps he’d set him, with what malice
he’d pop the poison in his chalice!”

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So she was called Tatyana.

From early on she loved romances,
they were her only food… and so
she fell in love with all the fancies
of Richardson and of Rousseau.The visit.jpgTatyana now need wait no longer.
Her eyes were opened, and she said
“this is the one!” Ah, ever stronger,
in sultry sleep, in lonely bed,
all day, all night, his presence fills her,
by magic everything instils her
with thoughts of him in ceaseless round.

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“I write to you – no more confession
is needed, nothing’s left to tell.
I know it’s now in your discretion
with scorn to make my world a hell.

Decreed in highest court for ever…
heaven’s will — for you I’m set apart;
and my whole life has been directed
and pledged to you, and firmly planned:
I know, Godsent one, I’m protected
until the grave by your strong hand:
you’d made appearance in my dreaming;
unseen, already you were dear,
my soul had heard your voice ring clear,
stirred at your gaze, so strange, so gleaming,
long, long ago… no, that could be
no dream. You’d scarce arrived, I reckoned
to know you, swooned, and in a second
all in a blaze, I said: it’s he!”Tatiana's husband.jpg

“Can you say,
prince, who in that dark-red béret,
just there, is talking to the Spanish
ambassador?” In some surprise
the prince looks at him, and replies:
“Wait, I’ll present you – but you banish
yourself too long from social life.”
“But tell me who she is.” “My wife.”

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Onegin wrote “…I noticed once, at our chance meeting,
in you a tender pulse was beating,
yet dared not trust what I could see.
I gave no rein to sweet affection:
what held me was my predilection,
my tedious taste for feeling free.

No, every minute of my days,
to see you, faithfully to follow,
watch for your smile, and catch your gaze
with eyes of love, with greed to swallow
your words, and in my soul to explore
your matchlessness, to seek to capture
its image, then to swoon before
your feet, to pale and waste… what rapture!”

No answer comes. Another letter
he sends, a second, then a third.

Tatyana answered “I married. I beseech you, go;
I know your heart: it has a feeling
for honour, a straightforward pride.
I love you (what’s the use to hide
behind deceit or double-dealing?)
but I’ve become another’s wife —
and I’ll be true to him, for life.”

Thank you for joy reading “Eugene Onegin” with me. Onegin Day is wonderful.

 

I inspire!

Hello God!

Thank You for creating the Universe of WordPress. I am floating in Cosmos of inspiring vibrations, emotions and thoughts of a blogger’s planets and stars.

I am grateful and lucky incredibly to find and land on the planet of Petrel41, its navigational coordinates: dearkitty1.wordpress.com

Thank you Petrel41 for the nomination me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award!

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Seven random things about myself:

I used to be a teacher of the piano. Now I teach my daughter.

I learn French. The language is difficult.

The last book I have read is “Small Gods” by Terry Pratchett.

I love Paris and Vienna. These city are perpetual resources of my inspiration and admiration.

“Midnight in Paris” by Woody Allen is the Movie of July.

We are going to Bretagne in September.

I love a star in orange in the left corner of this page which means you like my post! Thank you.

Well, my nominations for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award go to:

  1. http://awindowofwisdom.wordpress.com
  2. http://beaubonjoli.com
  3. http://magicandmarvels.wordpress.com
  4. http://lifestylegypsy.wordpress.com
  5. http://sugarmagnoliatheblog.com
  6. http://almosthomeponderings.wordpress.com
  7. http://thisandthat93.wordpress.com

Thank you for this possibility to touch each other planet and share our happy vibrations. Let the words”I inspire!” will our lifestyle credo!

Le Chapeau

Hello God!

Thank You for today’s Inspiration You generously had showered on. I spent my today with a great impressionist artist Pierre-Auguste Renoir. We were walking in Paris and admiring a parisian women. Renoir adores beautiful women. He said humorously that it is better to paint women than love them. Almost all his woman’s paintings are devoted to la femme a le chapeau. Woman in a hat is a symbol of feminity and charm.

“A hat is a flag, a shield, a bit of armor, and the badge of femininity. A hat is the difference between wearing clothes and wearing a costume; it’s the difference between being dressed and being dressed up; it’s the difference between looking adequate and looking your best. A hat is to be stylish in, to glow under, to flirt beneath, to make all others seem jealous over, and to make all men feel masculine about. A piece of magic is a hat,” Martha Sliter said.

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“Fashion is a kind of communication. It’s a language without words. A great hat speaks for itself.” I love that.

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“Whenever you wear your hat, your day will be special.” Louise Green is laughing: “Wearing a hat is like having a baby or a puppy; everyone stops to coo and talk about it.”

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“Wearing a hat versus not wearing a hat is the difference between looking adequate and looking your best.” Martha Sliter inspires to buy a hat.

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“You cannot hide in a hat; you will be noticed, especially by men. To men, you become a lady when you don a hat–one who they rush to open doors for. To women, you become an inspiration, reminding them that they have a closet full of hats they have not had the courage to wear.” The advice is good, I will follow.

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A woman in a hat is always the ultimate sign of class, poise, and the fervor of a forgotten generation of ever-confident females. When you see a woman in a beautiful hat, you know she’s not afraid to be seen.

I am happy to share this charming video about Le Chapeau.

Oh, I am inspired by the idea to buy a hat for myself. I hope you are too. Let’s discover our Beauty in “jeans-and-t-shirt” routine. Our men will be happy!

Kaleidoscope World

Hello God!

Thank You for amazing today. I am playing with my daughter and kaleidoscope is our toy now. What’s a beautiful world inside! We are laughing together and my heart is full by a poem.

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I am a simple girl,

I live in a Kaleidoscope World,

One by one the seasons turn,

Rain falls, Fire burns,

I try to hold on but things change,

Shapes and colors rearrange,

If we stayed still we’d never grow,

Like a tulip trapped in the snow,

The wheel of life is sometimes kind,

We never forget what we leave behind,

Dreams are timeless works of art,

All dreaming is painted by the heart,

My Kaleidoscope World spins around,

It whispers in color but makes no sound.

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I love today because I have this possibility to share this Masterpiece of Human Imagination and Creativity with you. The video is gorgeous.

I am impressed and inspired by this turn of kaleidoscope of my life. The colors are brilliant and I enjoy this treasure of Beauty I have found with you. Thank you for your help!

The Smile Man

Hello God!

Thank You for today’s smiles around I am going to enjoy. Today is amazing day. I have met the smile man in the morning and I am in hurry to share with you his story and smile.

This movie is wonderful and definitely worth 9 minutes of your life. Please enjoy!

Have a nice day!

La Pianiste

Hello God!

Thank You for the sky where stars twinkle all the time of our being. We are under Viennese sky again. I love bright and pulsing light of Elfriede Jelinek‘s Star Genius.

She is genius in her fragility beauty and intellect.

I think Elfriede Jelinek is the only woman who is gifted to open with pianist’s sensitivity complicated puzzled and mystique universe of Woman. To emphasize a fragility and beauty of woman let me accompany this post by nice paintings of the pianist (La Pianiste in French). She does not afraid to tell the truth about the banal and domestic horror of everyday life where woman can live and just how pathetic and awful we can be. Her “Women as lovers” is picturesque, I recommend to read the novel. Perhaps because “Very few women wait for Mr. Right. Most women take the first and worst Mr. Wrong,” Elfriede Jelinek explains in “The Piano Teacher”.

Her intellect is confirmed by The Nobel Prize in Literature 2004 “for her musical flow of voices and counter-voices in novels and plays that with extraordinary linguistic zeal reveal the absurdity of society’s clichés and their subjugating power”.

Jelinek studied music intensively from an early age. She graduated from the Vienna Conservatory and studied theater and art history at the University of Vienna. In a 2004 interview Jelinek explained, “My training in music and composition then led me to a kind of musical language process in which, for example, the sound of the words I play with has to expose their true meaning against their will so to speak.”

Francis Day “The Piano Lesson” (1895)

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“I have a feeling that you despise your body and that you only value art, you only value your argent needs, but eating and sleeping aren’t enough. You believe that your appearance is your enemy, and the only friend you have is music. Why look just in the mirror, look at your reflection, you’ll never find a better friend that yourself,” Elfriede advises in “The Piano Teacher”.

Pianist by John Michael Carter

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I am listening miraculous music in her language: “When discussing Bach’s six Brandenburg concertos, the artistically aware person usually states, among other things, that when these masterpieces were composed, the stars were dancing in heavens. God and his dwelling place are always involved whenever these people talk about Bach.”

By the way “The Piano Teacher” was made into a feature film in 2001. This movie is unforgettable.

At the piano by Frederick Childe Hassam

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“The world would be a lot better off if it paid more attention to its philosophers and artists than to its own tiny egotistic spirit, which lacks an overview. People should place their belief in Beethoven and Socrates”, Elfriede writes in “Wonderful, Wonderful Times”

Marguerite Gachet At The Piano by Vincent Van Gogh (1890)

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Thank you very much for our walking under Viennese sky. Our hearts are beating in unison because from now, from this very moment, we place our belief in Beethoven and Socrates to make our world better.