Svend Fleuron, Maurice Mac-Nab, Mite Kremnitz, Rajvinder Singh

De Deense schrijver Svend Fleuron werd geboren op 4 januari 1874 op het landgoed Katrinedal bij Keldby. Zie ook alle tags voor Svend Fleuron op dit blog.

Uit: Kittens : A Family Chronicle (Vertaald door David Pritchard)

“One afternoon very early in spring a small, snow-white he-cat came strolling carelessly along the road. His ears were thrust forward, betraying his interest in something ahead: he meant to take a walk round the farm, whither the road led . . . there was a grey puss there who attracted him!
He ought to have been more cautious, the little white dwarf! A giant cat, a coloured rival, with the demon of passion seething in his blood and hate flaming from his eyes, caught sight of the hare-brained fellow from afar off and straight-way guessed his errand.
With rigid legs, lowered head, and loins held high, he comes rushing from behind . . . runs noiselessly over the soft grass at the side of the road and overhauls the other un-perceived.
With one spring he plants all his foreclaws deep in the flesh of the smaller cat, who utters a loud wail and collapses on the ground.
The big one maintains his grip on his defeated foe’s shoulder, crushing him ruthlessly in the dust. Then he presses back his torn ears, giving an even more hateful expression to the evil eyes, and lowering his muzzle, gloatingly he howls his song of victory straight into his fallen rival’s face.
For a good quarter of an hour he continues to martyr his victim, who is too terrified to move a muscle; he tears the last shred of self-respect and honour from the coward—then releases him and stalks before him to the farm, without deigning to throw him another glance. He was too despicable a rival, the little white mongrel! The big, spotted he-cat considered it beneath his dignity even to thrash him.”

 


Svend Fleuron (4 januari 1874 – 5 april 1966)

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Svend Fleuron, Maurice Mac-Nab, Mite Kremnitz, Rajvinder Singh

De Deense schrijver Svend Fleuron werd geboren op 4 januari 1874 op het landgoed Katrinedal bij Keldby. Zie ook alle tags voor Svend Fleuron op dit blog.

Uit: Kittens : A Family Chronicle (Vertaald door David Pritchard)

“On the whole, the babies had grown. True, their coats were not quite in order, for the fur still stuck out patchily all over their bodies; but the hair was there right enough, and the colours too . . . the white was as white as day, and the black as black as night; even the cross stripes on the grey kitten showed up plainly.
Their hindquarters alone remained noticeably undeveloped; they were still quite conical and stunted, and jerked up stiffly and clumsily with every movement of the body. It would be a long time before that part attained perfection.
The imps were still far from being active and graceful! They reeled and rolled as they crawled over the lumps of touchwood; they could not jump at all, indeed they could scarcely walk. It seemed as if, once having acquired eyes, they had neglected everything else. They used them incessantly . . . and were never tired of looking and looking!
They had no opportunity to gormandize. They drank greedily, and soon sucked old Grey Puss dry. Then she shook them off and closed the milk-spring. This she effected by rolling herself into a ball and pressing her forepaws tightly to her breasts—and however much the little ones exerted themselves to widen the opening with their snouts so as to get inside and continue drinking, they never succeeded.
Then they had revenge by clambering up and nestling on her back and neck; where they lay licking their chops.”

 
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De kerk van Keldby op het eiland Mön

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Svend Fleuron, Maurice Mac-Nab, Jacob Grimm, Mite Kremnitz, Fernand Handtpoorter, Markus Seidel, Rajvinder Singh, Daniel Mursa

De Deense schrijver Svend Fleuron werd geboren op 4 januari 1874 op het landgoed Katrinedal bij Keldby. Zie ook mijn blog van 4 januari 2008 en ook mijn blog van 4 januari 2009 en ook mijn blog van 4 januari 2010. 

 

Uit: Kittens : A Family Chronicle (Vertaald door David Pritchard)

 

At the farthest end of the hedge loom three ancient willow stumps, like monster mushrooms springing from the ground.

For more than a century they have been regularly clipped, a process which has given them weirdly distorted heads. In each of their bowl-shaped tops is ample room for a couple of men.

Black ants live in the trunks beneath, and form paths up the furrowed, moss-covered bark; on the wind-dried branches and along the withered twigs the male ants assemble in swarming-time, giving the group of ancient trees an extraordinarily lifelike appearance.

But spiders spin their webs from every knot and curve, and in them ant corpses hang thickly in bunches. In one stump a redstart has built its nest; in another, which is big and full of touchwood, grow burdocks, mugworts, and nettles.

The old willow stumps are never at rest. . . . Hairy, yellow-speckled willow-moths wander all over them from top to root, devouring the leaves, until, later in the summer, only the stalks are left—then they spin their cocoons, and one day rise on their soft white wings to desert the stripped, maltreated larva-trees, the ground beneath carpeted with their filth.

The central stump, the one with fat, crooked stem, is hollow right down to the bottom.

Outside the entrance to the hole—a split in the top of the head—grows a large, thick gooseberry bush, which gives shelter from the wind and rain, and serves as a perfect door. Once upon a time the bush must have flown up here as a seed; now it has developed a long, thick aerial-root which runs down inside, clinging to the wooden wall until it reaches its mouldering base.

In the thorny branches a linnet has built its circular, down-lined nest—and here the bird has been sitting fearlessly for eight days and nights without caring in the least about the old grey cat, which at this very moment is squeezing its way through the narrow entrance.“

 

 

Svend Fleuron (4 januari 1874 – 5 april 1966)

Het interieur met de beroemde fresco’s in de kerk van Keldby

 

 

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