Il'ya Repin paintings

Il'ya Repin paintings
Igor V.Babailov paintings
parlor. And Mr. Harrison said to tell Anne to go over and see him `cause he wants to have a talk with her. And say, the floor is scrubbed, and Mr. Harrison is shaved, though there wasn't any preaching yesterday."
The Harrison kitchen wore a very unfamiliar look to Anne. The floor was indeed scrubbed to a wonderful pitch of purity and so was every article of furniture in the room; the stove was polished until she could see her face in it; the walls were whitewashed and the window panes sparkled in the sunlight. By the table sat Mr. Harrison in his working clothes, which on Friday had been noted for sundry rents and tatters but which were now neatly patched and brushed. He was sprucely shaved and what little hair he had was carefully trimmed.
"Sit down, Anne, sit down," said Mr. Harrison in a tone but two degrees removed from that which Avonlea people used at funerals. "Emily's gone over to Carmody with a lifelong friendship already with Rachel Lynde. Beats all how contrary women are. Well, Anne, my easy times are over. . .all over. It's neatness and tidiness for me for the rest of my natural life, I suppose."