The different points of views are supose to bring you into a short story in different waysThe point of view affects how the reader sees the story. If it came from the point of view of a different character in the book, the story would be completely different, because everyone has differing opinions on everything.
The Praying Hands
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No …no …no …no.”
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother …
for me it is too late.”
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”
It was so amazing. It’s like that you are also belong to the play like in Professor Tuko.
My name is Joseph Cuadra Pagala. My mother named Juliet gave me birth on the 25th day of December 1990. They gave my name Joseph, because I was born on Christmas Day. My friends called me in different names such as Seph, Phet, and Inggo. I’m living together with my family at 3077Cuadra St. Ugong, Valenzuela City. We are residing in this place for 22 years. My father namely Eduardo a driver/operator at Karuhatan T. De Leon Ugong route and my mother, Julieta is a plain housewife. I have four siblings, Shiela Marie, Joel, Jayson, Shane. I love playing basketball and volleyball. My favorite color is green, green, green. Lastly I want to be a famous dota player someday.
One day there is an owl came to Zues. The owl has a message about someone that can give chaos to the world. From that message Zues came to Oracle of Delphi to predict what will happen to the future. They see that Medusa a person with snakes in her head will give chaos to the world. And they also though that one mortal can defeat Medusa. So Zues find that mortal and he thought what will happen and the mortal can save the world. The young mortal bravely accepts the responsibility. Zues told the young mortal to go to atlas to asked where is the place whoom he can found Medusa. As he know the place the young mortal go to the place, but he first afraid because he see how powerful the person with snakes in head. So he came back to Zues and ask for help, then Zues gave Pegasus to young mortal and sunflower and the thunderbolt. Then the young mortal came back to Medusa and fight each other with the help of Pegasus and the thunderbolt, the young mortal defeat Medusa and he plant the sunflower in a place of medusa for a new beginning with no chaos.
Days, weeks and monhts have already passed
But my love for you will never last
Thinking of you is what I always do
Hope you are doing the same way, too..
A chain of memories will remain in my heart
Though we are now in several miles apart
Your smile reminds me of a wonderful art
Seeing you in your eyes is life’s greatest part.
I wish that time will stand stood still
But I don’t want to be against the God’s will
Making it easy to carry the pain
Now I wish that there was you … again..
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