Parable about the beauty
- well that you in him did find? Yes, he is known... in certain circles. Somebody of the strong of the peace this even regards with favor to it. But he was always arrogant, audacious, and now still and it was old moreover, by this petty intrigue you you will disgrace entire kind!
"beauty - in the eyes of that looking" - thought she about itself... and it smiled as the answer.
- you do know, why its husband does look through the fingers at your connection? - they told him, - yes it to it simply tired! It is not amazing - tens of pregnancies! But face, you artist, glance at its face - it all in the wrinkles. This once it was pleasant to appetizing, now - it is frankly thick!
"beauty - in the eyes of that looking" - thought he about itself... and it sat down itself to the linen, planning by coal the outlines of its portrait.
It came to it into the workshop by the bright evenings, when paints are still fresh and the light of oil lamp does not distort them. It sat down itself on the chair and sat, until they ignited spark plug.
Their love was not more great, than this painted linen. Their connection was not more sensual than the contact of brush to the soil. They did not speak to each other - they were too different people.
"beauty - in the eyes of that looking" - thought she and it smiled, looking at the master.
"beauty - in the eyes of that looking" - thought he, and brush again concerned linen.
Its relatives tried to suppress rumors after their death. Secret is buried together with them.
And here narrower many years each day someone, costing near its portrait in Luvre, it attempts to guess the secret of smile. Smile of Mohna Leesa