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Cuvânt înainte de Constantin Bălăceanu-Stolnici. Reşedinţe şi familii aristocrate din România prezintă cele mai importante, din punct de vedere arhitectonic şi istoric, situri aristocrate şi expune succint biografiile aristocraţilor ce au stăpânit domeniile

Volum editat sub Înaltul Patronaj al Preşedintelui României, cu sprijinul Patriarhiei Române, Bibliotecii Academiei Române, Muzeului Naţional de Artă al României, Muzeului Naţional de Istorie a României „Legitimată teologic şi elaborată de-a lungul secolelor

Coordonatori proiect editorial: Irina Ionescu, Ovidiu Dajbog-Miron, Raluca Doroftei Traducători: Alistair Ian Blyth, Daniela Oancea şi Brînduşa Ciugudean Direcţia Generală Institute Culturale Româneşti din Străinătate a lansat ediţia 2009 a broşurii Reţeaua

see image A widely-spread carnivorous mammal, the fox has been drawn to the attention of the people ever since early Antiquity, remaining throughout the ages the most steadfast symbol of slyness, cunningness, cruelty and cynicism. Totemic animals from one region in the

See Gallery One would wonder why the ox is so preferred by most of the Romanian landscape painters at the turn of the century. One reason is a name, Barbizon. Both Nicolae Grigorescu and Ion Andreescu, the leaders of the generation, were configuring their artistic project

Marble statue, slightly purplish. The statue is a true masterpiece, a unique piece, a sort of Venus of Milo of the sculptures representing animals, especially that to this day, there has not been found anything like it anywhere else. The statue represents a fantastic animal

When I was little, during Ceausescu's time, I was lucky to have a godmother in Germany whose mother, Oca, not only was an ideal nanny but she also used to send me wonderful things, which went far beyond a socialist child's imagination. That is how, for my sixth

Cuckoo. . . cu-ckoo!. . . in the garden,Cuckoo. . . cu-ckoo!. . . in the grove,All along the springtime seasonThe world of trees we always rove.  Tiny birds, with gray down feathers,And with our fearless flight,All the trees in our forestKnow and love and see us right.

While flying way above, a dove has fallen on a rock And he is just a chick, poor him, and he can barely fly!. . .  Big waves are coming, hit the rock and he is so afraid. . . When drops of water splash his down, he's getting soaking wet.  Sad as he is, he hides his

excerpt the shotguns in their slip covers, awaken from the sleepiness of the road smiling in anticipation at the show of the imminent hunt looking for strong sensations imagining the report of the rifle the bunch of metallic shots as an attribute of their being as an energy

Many dragonflies so gracefulWing in summer air fine,Wearing their tiny stays,Bringing back our hope so peacefulGraciously on their wings ashine: Summer days, my dragonflies. Transformation everywhere,Poetry and many twinkles,And below the solar praise:Fresh the delta, rosy

see image excerpt (Lat. Coccinella semipunctata ) From the beginning of spring till the end of autumn, one can see everywhere, but mostly in the orchards, a tiny insect, flying or walking here and there, whose body is round and convex, the legs are short and the forewings