История знает немало примеров, когда простые, дешевые вещи, созданные бедными для бедных, становились эталонмоды и символом достатка. Пример такого преображения – дома-шале…
Конструкцию шале переняли горожане, жители столиц … А со временем в стилешале стали строить горнолыжные #курорты
, элитныеотели, базыотдыха. Нынче слово горы » крепко связано с понятием «шале» – широкими, добротными домами с покатыми крышами и просторными террасами.
К самым характерным отличительным чертам архитектуры шале сегодня относятся:
ориентированный на восточную сторону фасад ;
каменный или облицованным камнем высокий цоколь ;
мансардный этаж из бруса, декорированный балками, пилястрами или покрытый штукатуркой;
заметно пологая крыша , скаты которой выступают за стены на метр и более;
терраса вдоль одной стены или всего периметра дома, охватывающая цоколь либо второй этаж;
минимум один балкон , над которым нависает крыша.
Стиль шале, однако, не так примитивен, как кажется на первый взгляд. Шале напоминает горную реку, которая, вытекая из одного источника на границе Франции, Швейцарии, Италии, делится на множество ручьев.
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Dave and I have decided to have another special is(sue) in 2020. Information for that will become available as soon as the December is(sue) is live. It will be imperative to follow the guidelines for that is(sue) closely since we will be accepting submissions for it and the regular June is(sue) at the same time.
Also, the North/South Collective, of which AvantAppal(achia) is a partner, has released its first annual anthology. You can get your copy at https://www.amazon.com/North-South-Appalachia-Poetry-1/dp/1798053470/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=sabne+raznik&qid=1573696296&sr=8-1. The submission period for North/South’s 2020 anthology is open and will end on September 30, 2020. See www.northsouthappal.com for info on how to do that.
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Going Back to School
No one noticed as I quietly blended into the crowd. As the rest of the group came together, the student guide pointed at the old clock tower just as it issued a loud “bonging” announcing the hour. “This is Peterson Hall, the oldest building on Campus, built in the late 1800s. Students like to get their senior pictures taken in front of the building. We host our business services majors here, it...” Time traveling in my mind, I remembered being a scared 18 year old staring up at the grand structure, first time away on my own and looking for my place in this new world. Back then I had to walk up to the top floor for my psychology classes. As I passed the floor for the music department a beautiful cacophony of piano arpeggios and operatic solos washed over me. The third floor housed the drama department; its student actors walking ghost-like reciting script lines. Some were even costumed—nothing like starting the day off passing a wan young man carrying a skull and reciting “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio... .” Before long I loved that old building. It’s funny how a place takes on meaning in your soul.
The crowd followed the undergraduate leader to the next building. Along the way, an older mother who clung to her son’s arm turned to me, “A boy or a girl?” she asked. Seeing the puzzlement on my face, she said, “I just wondered if you’re considering having your son or daughter attend this school. My Bradly wants to go here, but I’m more worried about his leaving home and me losing my little boy. I’m not ready. I don’t know what I’ll do.” I glanced at “her Bradley.” At 6’2” and at least a good 20 pounds of muscle over me, I felt sure he was ready to leave the nest. He gave me a plaintive look seeming to say, “Com’n, mister help me out. I want to stay.” I explained I was an alumni from 30 years ago and just visiting. By now, we were in front of the Media building. I assured her it was a great school that prepared me well. Her son beamed at me and looked relieved. I pointed at the building and said, “BTW, I met my wife in front of this building!” Both mother and son looked at me crestfallen, I suspect for opposite reasons.