“In the middle of the wall hung a painting of a beautiful lady, young and happy, but dressed a
“In the middle of the wall hung a painting of a beautiful lady, young and happy, but dressed as in olden times, with clothes that stood out stiffly, and with powdered hair. She neither said, “Thanks!” nor “Creak!” but just looked with mild eyes at the little boy. He promptly asked, “Where did she come from?”“From the secondhand dealer down the street,” said the old man, “where there are so many pictures. No one knows or cares anything about them, for all the people are buried. That lady has been dead and gone these fifty years, but I knew her in the old days.”In a glass frame beneath the portrait there hung a bouquet of withered flowers; they, too, must have been fifty years old-at least they looked it.The pendulum of the great clock slowly swung to and fro, and the hands slowly turned, and everything in the room slowly became still older, but they didn’t notice it.”H. C. Andersen, The Old House/you can see all illustrations there/ -- source link
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