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2019-09-01 18:54:12

As early as the 15th century, in a small village near Nuremberg, there lived a family of 18 children.eighteen! The father, a professional goldsmith, worked in his shop for nearly 18 hours a day to provide food to his family and found any other paid jobs nearby.


Although they looked hopeless, two of the older children had a dream.They all want to pursue their artistic talents, but they all know that their father will never send any of them to Nuremberg to study in college.


After many long discussions in the crowded bed, the two boys finally reached an agreement.They toss coins.The loser would go down to the nearby mine and support his brother with his income when he was in college.


The winner of the toss will attend the academy first and complete his study. Once, the first winner of the toss completes his study, he will help the other brother to attend the academy and support him financially by selling arts or working at the mines if necessary.


They tossed a coin one Sunday morning after the church.One of the brothers, Albrecht Dulle, won the coin toss and went to Nuremberg.Albert, another brother who went to work in a mine, funded his brother for the next four years.


Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than most of his professors.By the time he graduated, he began to earn considerable money for his commissioned works.


When the young artist returned to his village, they held a holiday dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht"s triumphant return.After a long and unforgettable dinner, music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his position at the table, toasted his dear brother and made Albert realize his ambition through years of sacrifice.


triumphant adj. 高奏凯歌的; 大获全胜的; 巨大成功的; 欢欣鼓舞的; 扬扬得意的; 耀武扬威的;

His concluding remarks were: now, Albert, my blessed brother, now it"s your turn.Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream. I will take care of you.”


Albert sitting at the other end of the table, tears flowing down his pale face, shaking his head down and sobbing.

Finally, Albert stood up and wiped the tears from his face.He glanced at the face of the man he loved on the long table, then pressed his hand against his right cheek and gently said, No, brother.I can"t go to Nuremberg.It"s too late for me.Look, I"ve been in the mine for four years,The bones on each finger have been broken at least once.


Recently, my right hand has so much arthritis that I can"t even get your toast back with a glass, let alone draw delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or brush.My brother, it"s too late for me.”


More than 450 years have passed.So far, hundreds of wonderful portraits, pen and silver sketches, watercolours, charcoal brushes, woodcuts and bronze carvings of Albrecht Dulle have been hung in every great museum in the world,


but it is likely that you, like most people, are only familiar with one of Albrecht Dulle"s works.Not only are you familiar with it, you probably have a replica hanging in your home or office.