Acquerello – clementineTe

Cuisine cuisine cuisine

Nov 12, 2025Nov 12, 2025Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, акварел, готварска книга, илюстрация, illustration cuisine clementinete alexandra bobolina watercolour illustration editorial cuisine corse, illustration recettes, livre cuisine, recipebook, watercolour apricots2 Comments

Quand une famille garde des trésors pareils, elle est riche ! Toutes les recettes emblématiques corses dont j’ai toujours entendu parler, goute et qui m’ont merveille… Elles ont décoré et adouci tous les renions de cette famille et maintenant sont rassemblés dans ce livre que j’ai réalisé avec énormément de plaisir et d’inspiration aux cotes des héritiers de la grande cheffe de cuisine Mémé Marie. Une magie de couleurs et de saveurs !

When a family keeps treasures like these, it is rich! All the iconic Corsican recipes I have always heard about, tasted and loved… They have decorated and sweetened all the reunions of this family and are now collected in this book, which I have created with great pleasure and inspiration alongside the heirs of the great chef Mémé Marie. A magic of colours and flavours!

Dancing Classes with Agatha (Miller-Christie)§ Клас по танци с Агата (Милър-Кристи)

May 21, 2022May 24, 2022Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, acquerello balletto, agahta christie: an autobiography, agatha christie dancing, agatha christie girl, autobiographie agatha christie, christie biographie illustration, christie biography illustration, Агата Кристи, Агата Кристи Автобиография, акварел балет, илюстрация Агата Кристи, илюстрация акварел, илюстрация детски книги, илюстрация танци, пролет акварел, illustration agatha christie watercolor2 Comments

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Then there was also dancing-class, which took place once a week, at something grandiosely called the Athenaeum Rooms, situated over a confectioner’s shop. I must have started going to dancing-class quite early-five or six, I think- because I remember that Nursie was still there and took me once a week. The young ones were started off with the polka. Their approach to it was to stamp three times: right, left, right-left, right, left-thump, thump, thump-thump, thump, thump. Very unpleasant it must have been for those having tea at the confectioner’s underneath.
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Agatha Christie: An Autobiography

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После дойде и клас по танци, който се провеждаше веднъж седмично в нещо, наречено грандиозно Athenaeum Rooms, разположено над една сладкарница. Сигурно съм започнала да го посещавам доста рано, на пет или шест, мисля, защото си спомням, че Нърси все още беше там и ме водеше веднъж седмично. Малките започваха с полка. Техният подход беше да удрят с крак три пъти: дясно, ляво, дясно-ляво, дясно, ляво-туп, туп, туп-туп, туп, туп. Много неприятно трябва да е било за тези, които си пиеха чая в сладкарницата отдолу. (…)

Агата Кристи: Автобиография

Joyeux Noel!

Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, christmas dwarf, christmas eve, christmas songs, illustration enfants, illustration jeunesse, joyeux noel, Merry Christmas, said the shepard boy, watercolor illustration2 Comments

Said the night wind to the little lamb:
“Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, little lamb
Do you see what I see?
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite”

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy:
“Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea”

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king:
“Do you know what I know?
In your palace warm, mighty king
Do you know what I know?
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold”

Said the king to the people everywhere:
“Listen to what I say!
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
Listen to what I say!
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light”

Lire et écrire

Jan 15, 2019Jan 15, 2019Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, association lire et écrire, association suisse lire et écrire, illustration éditoriale, illustrazione editoriale, lire et écrire, lire et ecrire journal, watercolor illustrationLeave a comment

C’est une association suisse qui propose différentes activités pour la promotion de la langue française et son apprentissage auprès des étrangers habitant en Suisse. Une bonne cause pour laquelle travaille une équipe merveilleuse avec beaucoup d’enthousiasme et savoir faire.
Et c’est mon premier travail pour eux. https://www.lire-et-ecrire.ch/

Това е една швейцарска асоциация, която организира различни дейности с цел да улесни и разпространи обучението по френски за чужденци в Швейцаря. Добра и ценна кауза, за която работи един прекрасен екип с ентусиазъм и компетентност.
А това са плодовете на първото ни сътрудничество!
https://www.lire-et-ecrire.ch/

in your house…

Aug 24, 2018Sep 20, 2018Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, aquarelle fenetres, boggart, brùnaidh, broonie, brownie, Bwbach, gruagach, illustration, illustration aquarelle, irish folklore, scottish folklore, watercolor, Welsh folklore, windows drawing2 Comments

Some house fairies from the anglo-saxon folklore:

A brownie or broonie (Scots), also known as a brùnaidh or gruagach (Scottish Gaelic), is a household spirit from British folklore that is said to come out at night while the owners of the house are asleep and perform various chores and farming tasks. The human owners of the house must leave a bowl of milk or cream or some other offering for the brownie, usually by the hearth. Brownies are described as easily offended and will leave their homes forever if they feel they have been insulted or in any way taken advantage of. Brownies are characteristically mischievous and are often said to punish or pull pranks on lazy servants. If angered, they are sometimes said to turn malicious, like boggarts.
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Wikipedia

Boggart is one of numerous related terms used in English folklore for either a household spirit or a malevolent genius loci inhabiting fields, marshes or other topographical features.The household form causes mischief and things to disappear, milk to sour, and dogs to go lame.
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Wikipedia

Bwbach “bogy, scarecrow.” A Welsh household fairy which may be helpful or mischievous. It is a scold to teetotalers and dissenting ministers. The bwbach is best known in the three Glamorganshires.
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Encyclopedia mythica

Чешма

Jun 12, 2017Nov 22, 2018Posted in images, LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, bulgarian folk tales, bulgarian legends, български легенди, български приказки, чешма акварел, чешма илюстрация, watercolor2 Comments

Чешмата има особено значение и символика в българската традиция. Тя е извор на живот и място за приказки, среща на влюбените, където стари и млади, жени и мъже, богати и бедни се спират за да утолят жаждата си и да напълнят стомните си. В миналото богатите и видни жители безвъзмездно давали пари за построяването на чешма, за да оставят следа и да дарят нещо ценно на техните съграждани.

Легенди разказват, че за да се избегне лоша орис в чешмата трябва да се вгради сянката на добра, лична девойка. Жестока е тази легенда защото остави ли момата сянката си в студения камък полинява. Но водата така тече чиста и носи живот на цялото село.

La fontana è un simbolo speciale nella tradizione bulgara. Si tratta di una fonte di vita e un luogo per parlare, punto d’incontro degli innamorati, dove giovani e anziani, uomini e donne, ricchi e poveri si fermano per dissetarsi e riempire le loro brocche. Nel passato, le persone ricche e i padroni donavano i loro soldi per costruire una fontana lasciando una tracia, qualcosa di prezioso ai loro concittadini.

La legenda dice che per essere evitata la cattiva sorte nella fontana si deve integrare l’ombra di una giovane e bella ragazza. E’ crudele questa tradizione, perché lasciata l’ombra nelle pietre fredde della fontana la ragazza si ammalava. E l’acqua scorreva pura e portava la vita nel villaggio.

Sputnik 2

May 26, 2017Nov 22, 2018Posted in images, LivresTagged Acquerello, Haruki Murakami, illustration Haruki Murakami, Les Amants du Spoutnik, Sputnik Sweetheart, watercolor Haruki Murakami4 Comments

Ever since that day, Sumire’s private name for Miu was Sputnik Sweetheart. She Loved the sound of it. It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out of the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could Laika possibly be looking at?

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

Sputnik Sweetheart I

May 25, 2017Nov 22, 2018Posted in images, LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, Haruki Murakami, Les Amants du Spoutnik, Murakami aquarelle, Murakami watercolor, Sputnik Sweetheart, sputnik sweetheart Murakami, watercolorLeave a comment

“Were you asleep?” Sumire asked.

“Um,” I groaned and instinctively glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed. The clock had huge fluorescent hands, but I couldn’t read the time. The image projected on my retina and the part of my brain that processed it were out of sync, like an old lady struggling, unsuccessfully, to thread a needle. What I could understand was that it was dark all around and close to Fitzgerald’s “Dark Night of the Soul”.

Back to End House

May 20, 2017Nov 22, 2018Posted in Cinéma, LivresTagged Acquerello, Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british mistery illustration, Endhouse illustration Agatha Christie, illustration Agatha ChristieLeave a comment

“Freddie, give me your wrist watch as as a souvenir, will you?”

Slowly Frederica unclasped the jeweled watch from her wrist and handed it to Nick.

“Thanks. And now I suppose we must go through with this perfectly ridiculous comedy.”

“The comedy you planned and produced in End House. Yes but you should not have given the star part to Hercule Poirot. That, Mademoiselle, was your mistake your very grave mistake.”

Peril at End House, by Agatha Christie

Maria, Dubliners

May 3, 2017Nov 22, 2018Posted in images, LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, Dubliners, illustration, Ireland literature, James Joyce, watercolorLeave a comment

The matron had given her leave to go out as soon as the women’s tea was over and Maria looked forward to her evening out. The kitchen was spick and span: the cook said you could see yourself in the big copper boilers. The fire was nice and bright and on one of the side-tables were four very big barmbracks. (…)

Maria was a very, very small person indeed but she had a very long nose and a very long chin. She talked a little through her nose, always soothingly: “Yes, my dear,” and “No, my dear.”

Clay, James Joyce

THE GOBLIN AND THE HUCKSTER § Джуджето и бакалинът

Apr 26, 2017Nov 3, 2017Posted in images, LivresTagged Acquerello, джуджето и бакалинът илюстрация Андерсен, Hans Christian Andersen, illustration, illustrazioni bambini, The Goblin and the Huckster, watercolor Hans Christian Andersen5 Comments

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From the book shot forth a ray of light which grew broad and full, like the stem of a tree, from which bright rays spread upward and over the student’s head. Each leaf was fresh, and each flower was like a beautiful female head; some with dark and sparkling eyes, and others with eyes that were wonderfully blue and clear. The fruit gleamed like stars, and the room was filled with sounds of beautiful music. The little goblin had never imagined, much less seen or heard of, any sight so glorious as this. He stood still on tiptoe, peeping in, till the light went out in the garret. The student no doubt had blown out his candle and gone to bed; but the little goblin remained standing there nevertheless, and listening to the music which still sounded on, soft and beautiful, a sweet cradle-song for the student, who had lain down to rest.

“This is a wonderful place,” said the goblin; “I never expected such a thing. I should like to stay here with the student;” and the little man thought it over, for he was a sensible little spirit. At last he sighed, “but the student has no jam!”

Hans Christian Andersen

Evil under the Sun § Зло под Слънцето

Apr 6, 2017Nov 3, 2017Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british literature, british mystery, зло под слънцето илюстрация агата кристи, Evil under the Sun, Hercule Poirot, illustration, watercolor2 Comments

Stepmothers! It was rotten to have a stepmother, everybody said so. And it was true! Not that Arlena was unkind to her. Most of the time she hardly noticed the girl. But when she did, there was a contemptuous amusement in her glance, in her words. The finished grace and poise of Arlena’s movements emphasized Linda’s own adolescent clumsiness. With Arlena about, one felt, shamingly, just how immature and crude one was.

evil under the sun

Agatha Christie

Wisdom

Mar 26, 2017Apr 20, 2017Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, british literature, Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse, watercolorLeave a comment

“I’m not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare who says that it’s always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.”

Jeeves and the Unbidden Guest

P.G. Wodehouse

Le Joueur de flûte

Mar 13, 2017Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, contes de fées, dessin, fairy tales, Le Joueur de flûte de Hamelin, Music, watercolorLeave a comment

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La quatrième jour, un étranger arriva à Hamelin et demanda à voir le maire :
-J’ai entendu dire que vous offriez mille pièces d’or à celui qui délivrerait la ville de ses rats.
Le maire demanda :
– Cela est vrai, mais qui êtes-vous ?
– On m’appelle le Joueur de flûte. Je sais comment vous aider.

Cendrillon au Marais

Feb 25, 2017Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, Cendrillon, cenerentola, Charles Perrault, Cinderella, contes de fées, fairy tales, favole, watercolorLeave a comment

Le fils du roi, qu’on alla avertir qu’il venait d’arriver une grande princesse
qu’on ne connaissait point, courut la recevoir ; il lui donna la main
à la descente du carrosse, et la mena dans la salle où était la compagnie.
Il se fit alors un grand silence, on cessa de danser et les violons
ne jouèrent plus, tant on était attentif à contempler les grandes beautés
de cette inconnue.

Cendrillon

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Jan 30, 2017Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, Autumn poem Rossetti, Christina Georgina Rossetti, Pre-Raphaelite literature, watercolor2 Comments

cambridge-bridge-simple

It shakes,–my trees shake; for a wind is roused
In cavern where it housed:
Each white and quivering sail,
Of boats among the water leaves
Hollows and strains in the full-throated gale:
Each maiden sings again,
— Each languid maiden, whom the calm
Had lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm,
Miles down my river to the sea
They float and wane,
Long miles away from me.

Autumn

Giannino finalmente tranquillo

Jan 23, 2017Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, aquarelle, children's classics, Il giornalino di Gian Burrasca, illustration, illustrazioni bambini, letteratura per bambini, litterature jeunesse, Vamba, watercolorLeave a comment

Virginia e suo marito, fin dal loro ritorno dal viaggio di nozze che fecero

quando prese fuoco il caminetto nel salotto da ricevere, vennero ad

abitare questo quartiere che è molto comodo e centrale e dove mio cognato

ha messo pure il suo studio d’avvocato, che ha un ingresso a sé ma che

comunica con la casa per mezzo d’un usciolino che mette nella stanza

degli armadi. Io ho una cameretta piccola, ma elegante, che dà sul cortile

e dove sto benissimo.

crow-shadows1

9 gennaio

Il giornalino di Gian Burrasca di Vamba

Eugene Oneguine

Jan 10, 2017Jan 11, 2017Posted in Ailleurs, LivresTagged Acquerello, Alexandre Sergueievitch Pouchkine, aquarelle, dessin, Евгений Онегин, Eugene Oneguine, Eugene Oneguine Romance of Russian Life in Verse, pushkin poems, watercolor2 Comments

il-fantasma

Его нежданным появленьем,
Мгновенной нежностью очей
И странным с Ольгой поведеньем
До глубины души своей
Она проникнута; не может
Никак понять его; тревожит
Ее ревнивая тоска,
Как будто хладная рука
Ей сердце жмет, как будто бездна
Под ней чернеет и шумит…
“Погибну”, Таня говорит,
“Но гибель от него любезна.
Я не ропщу: зачем роптать?
Не может он мне счастья дать”.

ГЛАВА ШЕСТАЯ

Traduction française… mais bien plus pale que l’original

La soudaine apparition d’Eugène, la tendresse qui avait un instant fait briller ses yeux, son étrange conduite avec Olga, tout cela a bouleversé l’âme de la jeune fille. Une angoisse jalouse l’oppresse ; il semble qu’une main glacée lui serre le cœur, et qu’un gouffre béant s’entr’ouvre et gronde sous ses pas « Je vais mourir, » dit-elle, « mais la blessure qui me vient de lui m’est chère ; je ne murmure pas : il ne peut me donner le bonheur ! »

Christmas song

Dec 28, 2016Dec 28, 2016Posted in Ailleurs, imagesTagged Acquerello, canzoni Natale, christmas illustrations, christmas song, christmas tree, christmas watercolor, O Christmas tree lyrics, o Tannenbaum, watercolorLeave a comment

christmas-tree

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum
Wie treu sind deine Blätter
Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter.

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Du kannst mir sehr gefallen.
Wie oft hat nicht zur Weihnachtszeit
Ein Baum von dir mich hoch erfreut.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Du kannst mir sehr gefallen.

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren.
Die Hoffnung und Beständigkeit,
Gibt Trost und Kraft zu jeder Zeit!
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren.

Dream

Dec 24, 2016Dec 30, 2016Posted in LivresTagged Acquerello, Alexandre Sergueievitch Pouchkine, Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, иллюстрации к поэзии пушкина, иллюстрации пушкина, Gnossiennes, poesie russe, pushkin poems, russian classics, watercolor2 Comments

Мечта! в волшебной сени
Мне милую яви,
Мой свет, мой добрый гений,
Предмет моей любви,
И блеск очей небесный,
Лиющих огнь в сердца,
И Граций стан прелестный
И снег ее лица;
Представь, что, на коленях
Покоясь у меня,
В порывистых томленьях
Склонилася она
Ко груди грудью страстной,
Устами на устах,
Горит лицо прекрасной,
И слезы на глазах!..

Из “Городок”
Александр Сергеевич Пушкин