Did you ever find the pattern for this Bothy Cutthru
Keresztszemes minták a Világ minden tájáról VII. 2018-2019-2020-2021-2022-2023
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GRAZIE!!! Sei stato molto gentile! Grazie ancora!:Bello:
Igen, ez egy Brodeuses Parisiennes minta. Valamikor meg is volt de most sajna nem találom.
Sziasztok,
Szeretném elkésziteni ezt a mintat : Le lin d'Isabelle - la cigale et la fourmi (a tücsök és a hangya)
Valakinek meglenne a szöveg része ? Csak ez hianyzik, a többi megvan... köszönöm a segitséget.
Szeretném elkésziteni ezt a mintat : Le lin d'Isabelle - la cigale et la fourmi (a tücsök és a hangya)
Valakinek meglenne a szöveg része ? Csak ez hianyzik, a többi megvan... köszönöm a segitséget.
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Hope this will help. You will have to add your own lettering to the pattern but here is the Fable in the picture.
The Cicada and the Ant Fable by Jean de La Fontaine
Cicada, having sung her song
All summer long,
Found herself without a crumb
When winter winds did come.
Not a scrap was there to find
Of fly or earthworm, any kind.
Hungry, she ran off to cry
To neighbor Ant, and specify:
Asking for a loan of grist,
A seed or two so she’d subsist
Just until the coming spring.
She said, "I’ll pay you everything
Before fall, my word as animal,
Interest and principal."
Well, no hasty lender is the Ant;
It’s her finest virtue by a lot.
"And what did you do when it was hot?"
She then asked this mendicant.
"To all comers, night and day,
I sang. I hope you don’t mind."
"You sang?" Why, my joy is unconfined.
Now dance the winter away."
I've included a French version in the attached image.
The Cicada and the Ant Fable by Jean de La Fontaine
Cicada, having sung her song
All summer long,
Found herself without a crumb
When winter winds did come.
Not a scrap was there to find
Of fly or earthworm, any kind.
Hungry, she ran off to cry
To neighbor Ant, and specify:
Asking for a loan of grist,
A seed or two so she’d subsist
Just until the coming spring.
She said, "I’ll pay you everything
Before fall, my word as animal,
Interest and principal."
Well, no hasty lender is the Ant;
It’s her finest virtue by a lot.
"And what did you do when it was hot?"
She then asked this mendicant.
"To all comers, night and day,
I sang. I hope you don’t mind."
"You sang?" Why, my joy is unconfined.
Now dance the winter away."
I've included a French version in the attached image.
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