- Ha! such sons! - said Mr. Andrzej smiling - are you greeting me from a blunderbuss? Here the old man jumped up and started shouting: - Come here everyone! Stay tuned! Several more people appeared from the bushes, among them the old man's second son and the tar maker; everyone ran at breakneck speed with their weapons ready, for they did not know what had happened, but the old man shouted again: - On your knees, scoundrels! at knee! it's Mr. Kmicic! Which guy shot there? Give it to me yourself!
- Ha! such sons! - said Mr. Andrzej smiling - are you greeting me from a blunderbuss? Here the old man jumped up and started shouting: - Come here everyone! Stay tuned! Several more people appeared from the bushes, among them the old man's second son and the tar maker; everyone ran at breakneck speed with their weapons ready, for they did not know what had happened, but the old man shouted again: - On your knees, scoundrels! at knee! it's Mr. Kmicic! Which guy shot there? Give it to me yourself!
- Ha! such sons! - said Mr. Andrzej smiling - are you greeting me from a blunderbuss? Here the old man jumped up and started shouting: - Come here everyone! Stay tuned! Several more people appeared from the bushes, among them the old man's second son and the tar maker; everyone ran at breakneck speed with their weapons ready, for they did not know what had happened, but the old man shouted again: - On your knees, scoundrels! at knee! it's Mr. Kmicic! Which guy shot there? Give it to me yourself!
- Ha! such sons! - said Mr. Andrzej smiling - are you greeting me from a blunderbuss? Here the old man jumped up and started shouting: - Come here everyone! Stay tuned! Several more people appeared from the bushes, among them the old man's second son and the tar maker; everyone ran at breakneck speed with their weapons ready, for they did not know what had happened, but the old man shouted again: - On your knees, scoundrels! at knee! it's Mr. Kmicic! Which guy shot there? Give it to me yourself!
- Ha! such sons! - said Mr. Andrzej smiling - are you greeting me from a blunderbuss? Here the old man jumped up and started shouting: - Come here everyone! Stay tuned! Several more people appeared from the bushes, among them the old man's second son and the tar maker; everyone ran at breakneck speed with their weapons ready, for they did not know what had happened, but the old man shouted again: - On your knees, scoundrels! at knee! it's Mr. Kmicic! Which guy shot there? Give it to me yourself!
- Whoa, the devil! - Kmita muttered, looking closely at the two men. - Colonel - Soroka shouted - it's probably a miracle, but these are our people! Meanwhile, the others came a few steps closer, but they could not recognize those standing near the cottage because they were hidden by horses. Suddenly Kmicic stepped forward. However, those who were coming did not recognize him, because his face was bandaged, but they stopped and began to look at him with curious and anxious eyes. - And where is the second son, Mr. Kiemlicz? - Mr. Andrzej asked - isn't he dead? - Who is this? how so? What? who says? What? - said the old man in a strange, as if scared voice.
- Whoa, the devil! - Kmita muttered, looking closely at the two men. - Colonel - Soroka shouted - it's probably a miracle, but these are our people! Meanwhile, the others came a few steps closer, but they could not recognize those standing near the cottage because they were hidden by horses. Suddenly Kmicic stepped forward. However, those who were coming did not recognize him, because his face was bandaged, but they stopped and began to look at him with curious and anxious eyes. - And where is the second son, Mr. Kiemlicz? - Mr. Andrzej asked - isn't he dead? - Who is this? how so? What? who says? What? - said the old man in a strange, as if scared voice.
- Whoa, the devil! - Kmita muttered, looking closely at the two men. - Colonel - Soroka shouted - it's probably a miracle, but these are our people! Meanwhile, the others came a few steps closer, but they could not recognize those standing near the cottage because they were hidden by horses. Suddenly Kmicic stepped forward. However, those who were coming did not recognize him, because his face was bandaged, but they stopped and began to look at him with curious and anxious eyes. - And where is the second son, Mr. Kiemlicz? - Mr. Andrzej asked - isn't he dead? - Who is this? how so? What? who says? What? - said the old man in a strange, as if scared voice.
- Whoa, the devil! - Kmita muttered, looking closely at the two men. - Colonel - Soroka shouted - it's probably a miracle, but these are our people! Meanwhile, the others came a few steps closer, but they could not recognize those standing near the cottage because they were hidden by horses. Suddenly Kmicic stepped forward. However, those who were coming did not recognize him, because his face was bandaged, but they stopped and began to look at him with curious and anxious eyes. - And where is the second son, Mr. Kiemlicz? - Mr. Andrzej asked - isn't he dead? - Who is this? how so? What? who says? What? - said the old man in a strange, as if scared voice.
After a while, two tall and chubby people emerged from the bushes, a hundred paces away. One, slightly bent over, must have been an old man, the other was walking straight, but stretched his neck curiously towards the cottage; both wore sheepskin coats trimmed with gray cloth, such as were worn by the lesser nobility, high heifer boots, and fur hoods pressed down over their eyes.
After a while, two tall and chubby people emerged from the bushes, a hundred paces away. One, slightly bent over, must have been an old man, the other was walking straight, but stretched his neck curiously towards the cottage; both wore sheepskin coats trimmed with gray cloth, such as were worn by the lesser nobility, high heifer boots, and fur hoods pressed down over their eyes.
After a while, two tall and chubby people emerged from the bushes, a hundred paces away. One, slightly bent over, must have been an old man, the other was walking straight, but stretched his neck curiously towards the cottage; both wore sheepskin coats trimmed with gray cloth, such as were worn by the lesser nobility, high heifer boots, and fur hoods pressed down over their eyes.
After a while, two tall and chubby people emerged from the bushes, a hundred paces away. One, slightly bent over, must have been an old man, the other was walking straight, but stretched his neck curiously towards the cottage; both wore sheepskin coats trimmed with gray cloth, such as were worn by the lesser nobility, high heifer boots, and fur hoods pressed down over their eyes.
After a while, two tall and chubby people emerged from the bushes, a hundred paces away. One, slightly bent over, must have been an old man, the other was walking straight, but stretched his neck curiously towards the cottage; both wore sheepskin coats trimmed with gray cloth, such as were worn by the lesser nobility, high heifer boots, and fur hoods pressed down over their eyes.
After a while, two tall and chubby people emerged from the bushes, a hundred paces away. One, slightly bent over, must have been an old man, the other was walking straight, but stretched his neck curiously towards the cottage; both wore sheepskin coats trimmed with gray cloth, such as were worn by the lesser nobility, high heifer boots, and fur hoods pressed down over their eyes.
The image shows a person's legs in the water at the beach. The person is wearing swimwear and appears to be enjoying a summer day by the ocean.
A serene, minimalist illustration of a sacred river flowing amidst the Himalayas, with a subtle outline of a temple and a pilgrim in prayer, encapsulating the essence of a pilgrimage
A serene, minimalist illustration of a sacred river flowing amidst the Himalayas, with a subtle outline of a temple and a pilgrim in prayer, encapsulating the essence of a Teertha Yatra.
A serene illustration of a tranquil river flowing amidst lush mountains, with a small temple at the peak, symbolizing a spiritual journey. Incense sticks subtly depicted as rising smoke
An image of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang for incense stick box cover
An illustration of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang in the back drop of Himalayas
An image of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang
An illustration of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang in the back drop od Himalayas a river flowing. on the top a text should be written like - "Teertha Yatra"
An illustration of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang in the back drop od Himalayas with a subtle outline of a temple and a river flowing. on the top a text should be written like - "Teertha Yatra"
An illustration of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang in the back drop od Himalayas
A serene, minimalist illustration of the Himalayas depicting the journey of famous wanderer Hiuen Tsang
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mermaid
The image is a still life photography of a table adorned with candles and flowers against a wall.
Road Safety Poster.
Road Safety Poster.
Road Safety Poster.
