famous painting

famous painting
claude monet painting
mona lisa painting
canvas painting
Such a man came upon him, like a ghost, at noon in the July weather, as he sat on his heap of stones under a bank, taking such shelter as he could get from a shower of hail. ¡¡¡¡The man looked at him, looked at the village in the hollow, at the mill, and at the prison on the crag. When he had identified these objects in what benighted mind he had, he said, in a dialect that was just intelligible: ¡¡¡¡"How goes it, Jacques?" ¡¡¡¡"All well, Jacques." ¡¡¡¡"Touch then!" ¡¡¡¡They joined hands, and the man sat down on the heap of stones. ¡¡¡¡"No dinner?" ¡¡¡
oil painting
¡"Nothing but supper now," said the mender of roads, with a hungry face. ¡¡¡¡"It is the fashion," growled the man. "I meet no dinner anywhere." He took out a blackened pipe, filled it, lighted it with flint and steel, pulled at it until it was in a bright glow: then, suddenly held it from him and dropped something into it from between his finger and thumb, that blazed and went out in a puff of smoke. ¡¡¡¡"Touch then." It was the turn of the mender of roads to say it this time, after observing these operations. They again joined hands.