But her loose fair hair was wet there was a wreath of roses on her head. Among the flowers lay a girl in a white muslin dress, with her arms crossed and pressed on her bosom, as though carved out of marble. The coffin was covered with white silk and edged with a thick white frill wreaths of flowers surrounded it on all sides. The birds were chirruping under the window, and in the middle of the room, on a table covered with a white satin shroud, stood a coffin.
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The floors were strewn with freshly-cut fragrant hay, the windows were open, a fresh, cool, light air came into the room. He was reluctant to move away from them, but he went up the stairs and came into a large, high drawing-room and again everywhere-at the windows, the doors on to the balcony, and on the balcony itself-were flowers.
He noticed particularly in the windows nosegays of tender, white, heavily fragrant narcissus bending over their bright, green, thick long stalks. A light, cool staircase, carpeted with rich rugs, was decorated with rare plants in china pots.
A fine, sumptuous country cottage in the English taste overgrown with fragrant flowers, with flower beds going round the house the porch, wreathed in climbers, was surrounded with beds of roses. He kept dwelling on images of flowers, he fancied a charming flower garden, a bright, warm, almost hot day, a holiday-Trinity day. Perhaps the cold, or the dampness, or the dark, or the wind that howled under the window and tossed the trees roused a sort of persistent craving for the fantastic. But one image rose after another, incoherent scraps of thought without beginning or end passed through his mind. He was not thinking of anything and did not want to think. There was a cold damp draught from the window, however without getting up he drew the blanket over him and wrapped himself in it. “It’s better not to sleep at all,” he decided. So check out these tools, both physical and virtual, that will make every writer's life better: 1.He got up and sat on the edge of the bedstead with his back to the window. In the event that you cannot lock yourself in an attic or trendy coffee shop for the next several years, you probably need some help staying focused, and getting those words on the page. There are a lot of distractions out there in the world. And we need time-management apps, to prevent us from reading lists of book-inspired Halloween makeup tutorials instead of writing. We need programs to scan our writing for tired cliches. These days, quite a few of us do most of our writing on the computer. If any of these writers sound like you, then here are a few tools that every writer should own.Ī writer's "tools" aren't limited to just notebooks and fancy pens, after all.
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