That was Monday, the twelfth of May, that died twenty minutes ago. The e day was spent sorting things and making prints.
The wife appeared and demanded her tax return, seriously happy that she got money back and still pays neither rent nor utility. Pay the money into her account, the paltry sum is worth ten minutes of peace and quiet.
The later evening is spent at the artists place, he makes plans for the upcoming exhibition. Agree, his ideas are generally good, let there be pleasure in being able to make satisfactory pictures.
He has good ideas, always; but sometimes he has different priorities.
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