Word: yellow
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bower of the Lady Melisande des Préaux, of Richard's court: "We trod on velvet there, on turf that some miracle of watering had kept soft and green as a nunnery lawn, past tall late lillies and dark cypress trees, down tiled paths between beds of yellow and red roses, at last to a colonnade of white fluted columns, the earth between set thick with violet leaves...
...thin, dark face topped with an aggressive shock of long black hair, neatly combed. I shook my head and looked around the office. The walls were lined with photographs of his numerous before-after triumphs. A red bottle, a green bottle and a pale yellow bottle were ranged artistically along his desk, and a brush in a plastic stand took the place of a pen on his blotter...
...regained independence eleven months ago, 74-year-old Premier Shigeru Yoshida has had to battle his own political supporters as well as his opponents. Last week, in the Diet's lower house, Yoshida drummed his fingers on his desk while members filled up a black-lacquered box with yellow (aye) vote markers-and thereby kicked him out of office. Of the 229 Diet members who voted no confidence in Yoshida, 22 were members of his own Liberal Party; 218 Liberals stuck with their Premier...
...terrorist visited Cracow, where Lenin, in exile, trying to build up a group of hard-core professional revolutionaries inside Russia, was delighted with him, wrote to Maxim Gorky about his "wonderful Georgian." In Vienna he met Trotsky, who paused to note "the glint of animosity" in "Stalin's yellow eyes." Stalin wrote in Pravda (which he had helped to found): "Trotsky's childish plan for the merging of the unmergeable [Bolsheviks and Mensheviks] has proved him ... a common, noisy champion with faked muscles." In St. Petersburg in 1913, police got wind of Stalin's presence...
Reynolds' stubby hands turn huge trees into strange antler-like fans, fill his canvas with marsh reeds as gaunt and glittering spikes, and dandelions as wildly dancing figures-all in deep green, creamy white, swirls of rich brown, red and yellow. Sometimes he takes the other tack, drains his canvas of color then his moonlight scenes become spooky tangles of waving hop vines, brush piles and squat, triangular chicken houses...