Wassily Kandinsky Yellow Red Blue

Wassily Kandinsky Yellow Red BlueVincent van Gogh The SowerVincent van Gogh The Night Cafe
She washed and changed into the one clean shirt she had left. The cold wind that shook the windows and the gray morning light made her shiver. She put some more coals on the iron stove, hoping it would stop her trembling, but the cold was in her bones, not just her flesh.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. The pale, dark-eyed alethiometrist, with his nightingale daemon on "She is in the world of the dead. For some time I could not interpret what the instrument was telling me: it seemed impossible. But there is no doubt. She and the boy have gone into the world his shoulder, came in and bowed slightly. A moment later the orderly arrived with a tray of bread, cheese, and Coffee, and Mrs. Coulter said:"Thank you for coming, Mr. Basilides. May I offer you some refreshment?""I will take some , thank you.""Please tell me," she said as soon as she'd poured the drink, "because I'm sure you've been following what's happened: is my daughter alive?"He hesitated. The golden monkey clutched her arm,"She is alive," said Basilides carefully, "but also...""Yes? Oh, please, what do you mean?"