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On my sideblog (@blekitnyzamek) I uploaded some time ago illustrations from one of polish editions of Blue Castle. I wouldn't want to litter that blog with content about other books but pictures from other Montgomerys books are equally beautiful <3
So -> illustrations from Anne of Green Gables by Katarzyna Karina Chmiel
They are all so cute :")
#the are so preatty#katarzyna karina chmiel#l. m. montgomery#anne of green gables#aogg#lucy maud montgomery#anne shirley#gilbert blythe#diana barry#marilla cuthbert
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Illustrations from "Blue Castle"
In Poland we have 5 translations of "Blue Castle" (and in the 1st one Valancy is not named Valancy but Joanna (Joanne); and I think it's funny enough to dedicate separate post about that in the future) and one of them has such a magical illustrations, that I need to share them <3
All of them are from this edition of "The Blue Castle"/"BĹÄkitny zamek" (which was translated by Jolanta Bartosik) and were drawn by Katarzyna Karina Chmiel. Cover too, just look at it! I love this artstyle.
I will add quotes adjacent to the illustrations above them. That one is on title-page, gorgeous<3
Valancy went home by the short-cut of Loverâs Lane. She did not often go through Loverâs Laneâbut it was getting near supper-time and it would never do to be late. Loverâs Lane wound back of the village, under great elms and maples, and deserved its name. It was hard to go there at any time and not find some canoodling coupleâor young girls in pairs, arms intertwined, earnestly talking over their little secrets. Valancy didnât know which made her feel more self-conscious and uncomfortable.
She [Valancy] had flatly refused to take either Purple Pills or Redfernâs Bitters. She had announced coolly that she did not intend to answer to the name of âDossâ any longer. She had told Cousin Stickles that she wished she would give up wearing that brooch with Cousin Artemas Sticklesâ hair in it. She had moved her bed in her room to the opposite corner. She had read Magic of Wings Sunday afternoon. When Cousin Stickles had rebuked her Valancy had said indifferently, âOh, I forgot it was Sundayââand had gone on reading it.
Cousin Stickles had seen a terrible thingâshe had caught Valancy sliding down the bannister. Cousin Stickles did not tell Mrs. Frederick thisâpoor Amelia was worried enough as it was.
Valancy had walked out to Roaring Abelâs house on the Mistawis road under a sky of purple and amber, with a queer exhilaration and expectancy in her heart. Back there, behind her, her mother and Cousin Stickles were cryingâover themselves, not over her. But here the wind was in her face, soft, dew-wet, cool, blowing along the grassy roads. Oh, she loved the wind! The robins were whistling sleepily in the firs along the way and the moist air was fragrant with the tang of balsam. Big cars went purring past in the violet duskâthe stream of summer tourists to Muskoka had already begunâbut Valancy did not envy any of their occupants. Muskoka cottages might be charming, but beyond, in the sunset skies, among the spires of the firs, her Blue Castle towered. She brushed the old years and habits and inhibitions away from her like dead leaves. She would not be littered with them.
âWeâll just sit here,â said Barney, âand if we think of anything worth while saying weâll say it. Otherwise, not. Donât imagine youâre bound to talk to me.â
âJohn Foster says,â quoted Valancy, ââIf you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends youâll never be and you need not waste time in trying.ââ
âEvidently John Foster says a sensible thing once in a while,â conceded Barney.
âThereâs our island,â he said gloatingly.
Valancy lookedâand lookedâand looked again. There was a diaphanous, lilac mist on the lake, shrouding the island. Through it the two enormous pine-trees that clasped hands over Barneyâs shack loomed out like dark turrets. Behind them was a sky still rose-hued in the afterlight, and a pale young moon.
Valancy shivered like a tree the wind stirs suddenly. Something seemed to sweep over her soul.
âMy Blue Castle!â she said. âOh, my Blue Castle!â
Valancy and Barney turned under the mainland pines in the cool dusk of the September night for a farewell look at the Blue Castle. Mistawis was drowned in sunset lilac light, incredibly delicate and elusive. Nip and Tuck were cawing lazily in the old pines. Good Luck and Banjo were mewed and mewing in separate baskets in Barneyâs new, dark-green car en route to Cousin Georgianaâs.
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Realizing that Denethor was supposed to be âattractiveâ was not on my 2024 bingo card.
âDenethor looked indeed much more like a great wizard than Gandalf did, more kingly, beautiful, and powerful; and older.â â Return of the King, Chapter 1
âDenethor was a proud man, tall, valiant, and more kingly than any man that had appeared in Gondor for many lives of men; and he was wise also, and far-sighted, and learned in lore.ââ Lord of the Rings, Appendix A
Youâre telling me, Denethor could have been:
artists (left to right, row by row): Catherine Karina Chmiel, Katarzyna Chmiel-Gugulska, Joshua CairĂłs, & Magali Villeneuve
Because seriouslyâŚdaddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry.
But instead we were gifted creepy tomato uncle vibes:
BruhhâŚ
Also the tomato was just unnecessary to have imprinted on my brain for all eternity
#lotr#lord of the rings#the hobbit#denethor#Denethor II#gondor#steward of Gondor#LOTR shitpost#LOTR shitposts#LOTR meme#LOTR memes#LOTR art#Denethor art#lord of the rings art#faramir#boromir
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Imagine being an assassin, set on killing Maedhros, and falling for him eventually, but it's not him, but Maglor who falls for you instead.
Author: Anonymous
Artist: Katarzyna Karina Chmiel
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