Friday, May 23, 2014

It was a voluptuous spectacle, that masquerade. But before I will describe where it happened. There


The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. Never before shiva had fever as fatal or so hideous. Blood was its revelation and your brand? the red color of blood and horror. Emerged with acute and sudden pain dizziness, followed by profuse bleeding through the pores, and then death. The crimson spots on the body and especially in the face of the victim was the stigma of plague which deprived her of the help and compassion of similar. And between the emergence, evolution and end of the disease is not passed over half an hour.
But the Prince Prospero was happy, fearless and cunning. When the population of their domains is reduced to half, had come to his presence shiva a thousand friends healthy and fun among the gentlemen shiva and ladies of the court and they withdrew in total seclusion, for one of its entrenched monasteries. It was a huge and magnificent building, creating eccentric taste, but the grand prince himself. Oblivious to the very strong and high wall, with iron doors. Once inside, the courtiers brought furnaces and large hammers to weld the bolts. Decided not to allow any means of entry or exit to the sudden impulses of despair or who were outside the fury of those inside. shiva The monastery had ample provisions. With these precautions the courtiers could challenge infection. The external world to take care of yourself. In the meantime it was folly to fret or think about it. The prince had provided all kinds of entertainment. There were buffoons, improvisers, dancers, shiva musicians, Beauty, wine. Inside, all this added security. Outside, the "Red Death."
It was a voluptuous spectacle, that masquerade. But before I will describe where it happened. There were seven? an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight perspective, when the doors open until abut the walls on both sides, so that the view of all this succession is almost unimpeded. shiva There, the situation was very different, as was expected from the duke's passion for the fantastic. The halls were arranged irregularly so that the eyes could only cover little more each in turn. There was an abrupt shift every twenty or thirty meters and each deviation, a new effect. Right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out onto a corridor which accompanied the closed curves of the suite. The color of the stained glass windows of these varied according to the dominant hue in decorating the room for which you opened. The east end of, for example, was blue? and an intense blue were its windows. In the second hall fixtures and upholstery, as well as the windows were purple. The third was entirely green, green and also the window frames. The room was furnished and lighted with orange color? the fifth was white, and the sixth, purple. The seventh room was all covered in black velvet tapestries that hung from the ceiling and the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. Only in this hall, but the color of the windows failed to correspond to the decorations. AS glazing, shiva there were scarlet? a violent blood color.
However, in none of the seven halls had any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments scattered everywhere or hanging from the ceiling. No lamp or candle illuminated the interior of the halls sequence. But in the corridors that surrounded the suite was in front of each window, a heavy tripod with a fire, that projected its rays by stained glass and thus brilliantly illuminated the room producing large number of gaudy and fantastic effects. But in the west hall, or black, the effect of the flash of light that streamed over the dark curtains across the windows shiva of the color of blood was unpleasant in the extreme, and produced in such a frantic expression of countenance that few who entered the group felt daring enough to penetrate there.
It was also in this apartment we thought, leaning against the west wall, a gigantic shiva clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung from one side to the other with a dull, heavy, monotonous beat; when the minute hand was completing the circuit of the dial and the watch would give hours of their lungs bronze flowed a clear and loud and serious shiva and extremely musical sound, but in tone and quirky so emphatic that at the end of each hour, the orchestra musicians were forced to momentarily stop the presentation to hear it sound; with that the dancers had to forcibly stop the evolutions of the waltz, and for a brief moment, shiva all the merry group showed up troubled; while still rang the chimes of the clock, it was observed that the most frivolous paled and older and serene passed the test by hand, as if in confused reverie or meditation. But once inside the echoes faded, levia giggles

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