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A Brother’s Hands – Historical True Story英语四级听力材料
bizarre foodsBrothers hand giveback 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 houhold, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.indicate
告饶Despite their emingly hopeless condition, two of the Durer’s elder 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 nd either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.西安的托福学习机构
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The lor 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
暑假英语作文support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tosd a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Brecht won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.栩栩如生英文
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, who work at the academy was almost an immediate nsation. Brecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than tho of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
pakistanWhen the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Brecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Brecht ro 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 Brecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blesd brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to
pursue your dream, and I will support 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 ro and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands clo 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.”
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More than 450 years have pasd. By now, Brecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper en
gravings hang in every great muum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Brecht 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, long ago, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Brecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abud 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.”
A Brother’s Hands – Historical True Story
