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Sad Cypress § Тъжният кипарис

Jan 29, 2019Apr 3, 2021Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, agatha christie aquarelle, Agatha christie illustration, Agatha Christie illustration watercolor, agatha christie watercolor, british literature, british mistery illustration, british mystery, агата кристи, агата кристи илюстрация, илюстрация акварел, sad cypressLeave a comment

Just for a moment an odd restlessness came to him – a rippling of his previous placidity. He felt, There’s something – something I haven’t got – something I want – I want – I want…. The golden green light, the softness in the air – with them came a quickened pulse, a stirring of the blood, a sudden impatience.
A girl came through the trees toward him – a girl with pale, gleaming hair and a rose-flushed skin. He thought, How beautiful – how unutterably beautiful. Something gripped him; he stood quite still, as though frozen into immobility. The world, he felt, was spinning, was topsy-turvy, was suddenly and impossibly and gloriously crazy! The girl stopped suddenly, then she came on. She came up to him where he stood, dumb and absurdly fish-like, his mouth open.

Harlequin’s Lane § Загадъчният Мистър Куин

Mar 28, 2018Sep 20, 2018Posted in LivresTagged agatha christie aquarelle mr quinn, Agatha Christie Harlequin's Lane, agatha christie mr quin illustration, british mystery, le mysterieux mr quinn aquarelle, mr quin watercolor, Mr. Satterthwaite agatha christie watercolorLeave a comment

Mr. Satterthwaite looked at him uncomprehendingly for a minute or two. Then he began suddenly to quiver all over like an aspen leaf.
“What is this place?” he whispered. “What is this place?”
“I told you earlier to-day. It is my lane.”
“A Lovers Lane,” murmured Mr. Satterthwaite. “And people pass along it.”
“Most people, sooner or later.”
“And at the end of it what do they find?”
Mr. Quin smiled. His voice was very gentle. He pointed at the ruined cottage above them.
“The house of their dreams–or a rubbish heap–who shall say?”

The Mysterious Mr Quin, by Agatha Christie

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

Poirot and Japp

Mar 9, 2017Mar 9, 2017Posted in images, LivresTagged Agatha Christie, british literature, british mystery, Hercule Poirot, inspecteur japp, Inspector Japp, Lord Edgware diesLeave a comment

poirot and japp

I think the Adams girl did it,’ said Japp, rising. ‘A fine bit of work on your part, M. Poirot, to tumble to that. But there, of course, you go about to theatres and amusing yourself. Things strike you that don’t get the chance of striking me. Pity there’s no apparent motive, but a little spade work will soon bring it to light, I expect.’

‘There is one person with a motive to whom you have given no attention,’ remarked Poirot.

‘Who’s that, sir?’

Lord Edgware dies

Agatha Christie

The pool

Feb 17, 2017Posted in images, LivresTagged Agatha Christie, british mystery, England, illustration Agatha Christie, illustrazioneLeave a comment

near-the-swimming-pool

For what he was looking at was a highly artificial murder scene. By the side of the pool was the body, artistically arranged with an outflung arm and even some red paint dripping gently over the edge of the concrete into the pool. It was a spectacular body, that of a handsome fair-haired man.

The Hollow, Agatha Christie

The party

Aug 13, 2016Aug 13, 2016Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british mystery, dessin, drawing, Hercule Poirot, illustration, illustrazione, Third girl, watercolorLeave a comment

the party 3

“I talked a bit about you, and this girl was standing around listening.
When you said an unattractive Ophelia it clicked somehow. I thought,
“now who does that remind me of?’ And then it came to me: “Of course.
The girl at the party that day.’ I rather think she belonged there (…)”

Third girl, Agatha Christie

Baker Street

Jul 8, 2016Posted in LivresTagged aquarelle, arthur conan doyle, british literature, british mystery, dessin, drawing, illustration, illustrazione, Sherlock Holmes, watercolorLeave a comment

door

As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with
my wooing, and with the
dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keendesire to see Holmes again,
and to know how he was
employing his extraordinary powers.

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Friend

Jul 4, 2016Jul 4, 2016Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british mystery, death on the nile, dessin, drawing, Hercule Poirot, illustration, illustrazione, watercolor2 Comments

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“Miss de Bellefort.” “Linnet!” “Jackie!” Windlesham stood a little aside,
watching sympathetically as this fiery little creature flung herself
open-armed upon Linnet.

“Lord Windlesham–Miss de Bellefort–my best friend.”

Death on the Nile, Agatha Christie

The Rendez-vous

Feb 25, 2016Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british literature, british mystery, dessin, drawing, illustration, illustrazione, watercolor2 Comments

conversation

Veronica was waiting for him.
She spoke from the window of the pretentious half-timbered building.

“Come inside, John. (…)”.

The Hollow

Agatha Chistie

Cards on the Table

Feb 20, 2016Feb 20, 2016Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, Anne Meredith, aquarelle, Ariadne Oliver, british literature, british mystery, Cards on the Table, dessin, drawing, Hercule Poirot, illustration, illustrazione, Mr Shaitana, Superintendent Battle, watercolor2 Comments

cards on the table2

There they were well down to it, their faces serious, the bids coming quickly.
“One heart.”
“Pass.”
“Three clubs.”
“Three spades.”
“Four diamonds.”
“Double.”
“Four hearts.”

(…)

And the raised voice was his official voice, so different that all the heads at the
bridge table turned to him, and Anne Meredith’s hand remained poised over an
ace of spades in dummy.
“I’m sorry to tell you all,” he said, “that our host, Mr. Shaitana, is dead.”

Agatha Christie

Poirot receives a letter

Jan 29, 2016Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british literature, british mystery, crime, dessin, illustration, illustrazione, Poirot, watercolorLeave a comment

“It was a hot, airless morning towards the end of June.
Poirot had a particular routine when opening his morning correspondence.
He picked up each letter, scrutinized it carefully and neatly slit the envelope
open with his papercutter“.
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Dumb witness, Agatha Christie

Poirot investigates

Aug 11, 2015Nov 15, 2015Posted in LivresTagged Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british literature, british mystery, criminal fiction, Hastings, Hercule Poirot, Poirot, watercolor1 Comment

“Eh bien, mon ami,” said Poirot, lighting one of his tiny cigarettes, ” we must map out a plan of campaign. Already I have made rough survey of the house, but I am of opinion that any clue will be found in this room. We shall have to g othrough the documents in the desk with meticulous care.(…)”

Agatha Christie

Dans le salon

Jul 15, 2015Nov 15, 2015Posted in CinémaTagged Agatha Christie, aquarelle, british literature, british mystery, crime, detective story, Hercule Poirot, illustration, lllustrazione, Three Act Tragedy, watercolor2 Comments

The door opened and Temple announced
Lady Mary Lytton Gore and Mr. and Mrs.
Babbington and Miss Lytton Gore.
Mr. Satterthwaite supplied Miss Wills with
her cocktail and then sidled into the neighborhood
of Lady Mary Lytton Gore. He had
a weakness for titles.
Also, apart from snobbishness, he liked a
gentlewoman, and that Lady Mary most undeniably
was.Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie