In search of lost time.Marcel Proust -Swann's Way- (Videobooks) Page 4

In search of lost time.Marcel Proust -Swann's Way- (Videobooks) Page 4 Sometimes it is a room in the style of Louis XVI, so cheerful that even on the first evening I did not feel particularly unhappy there - a room where thin columns, effortlessly supporting the ceiling, parted with such grace to make room for a bed, not obscure her; sometimes it was completely unlike her, small, but with a very high ceiling, partially furnished with mahogany, hollowed out at a two-story height, a pyramid, where I was morally poisoned in the first second by the unfamiliar smell of nard and was convinced of the hostility of the purple curtains and the impudent indifference of the wall clock chirping with might and main, as if I were not there; where, alien to everything here, a merciless square mirror on legs, obliquely blocking one of the corners of the room, crashed into the pacifying filling of the space I had already explored with some sort of wasteland, which always gave the impression of surprise; where my thought, which had struggled for hours to disperse itself, to stretch itself high in order to take the exact shape of the room and fill its gigantic funnel to the top, was tormented for many painful nights, while I lay with open eyes, with a beating heart, straining my hearing, trying not to breathe through the nose until habit changed the color of the curtains, silenced the clock, inspired pity for the slanting cruel mirror, softened, if not completely expelled the smell of nard, and did not noticeably reduce the height of the ceiling that was conspicuous. A skillful habit, but too slow a beautician! At first, she does not pay attention to the torments that our consciousness endures for whole weeks in temporary dwellings, and yet the one who acquired it is happy, because without habit, on our own, we could not make a single room suitable for habitation. Now I was finally awake, my body described the last circle, and the kind angel of confidence stopped everything in my room, pulled a blanket over me and in the darkness more or less correctly replaced the chest of drawers, a desk, a fireplace, a window to the street and two doors. But although I now knew for sure that I was not in those rooms, whose appearance, although not clear enough, for a moment resurrected an inexperienced awakening in front of me, hinting that I could be there too, my memory was given an impetus; I usually didn't try to fall asleep immediately; almost all night I remembered how we lived in Combray, with my great-aunt, in Balbec, in Paris, in Donciere, in Venice and in other cities, I remembered the area, the people I knew there, what I myself kept up with notice them and what others have told me about them. In Combray, at dusk, until the moment when I had to go to bed, my bedroom, where I languished without sleep, away from my mother and grandmother, turned for me into a painful center of anxiety. Since my view in the evenings was miserable, someone came up with an entertainment for me: before dinner, a magic lantern was attached to my lamp, and, like the first architects and glass artists of the Gothic era, the lantern transformed impenetrable walls into ghostly play of light, into supernatural visions of many colors, into living legends, written on flickering, shifting glass. But that only made me sadder, because even the change in lighting was destroying my habit of the room—a habit that, apart from the agony of lying in bed, made me bearable here. Now I did not recognize my room and felt uncomfortable, as in a hotel room or in a "chalet", where I would have got for the first time directly from the train. Consumed by evil intent. Golo was cowardly on horseback; leaving a triangular grove that covered the hillside with dark green velvet, he trembled towards the castle of the unfortunate Genevieve of Brabant. Archimed Production Studio produces high-quality feature films, documentaries and animation films and 360-degree panoramic animation. Winner of five international film festivals. We invite to cooperation of independent producers, distributors, investors . If you have any questions, please write to the e-mail: transfert@mail.ru The animation of all the characters in real time 3d