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"...and just then, my mother struck your father, and his scab flew off him", Erik Werenskiold

"...and just then, my mother struck your father, and his scab flew off him"

"... og rett som det var, så slo mor mi til far din så skurven føk av'n" (museum title)

Erik Werenskiold (Norwegian) (1855-1938)

Movement
Naturalism
Date
1878–1879
Medium
Pen on paper
Collection
National Museum of Norway
Rights
Public domain
Photograph
Nasjonalmuseet / Dag Andre Ivarsøy, CC BY 4.0

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ManWomanOld manAngerQuarrelClogsChairConteIllustrationBook illustrationDrawingFeatherBlack and whiteNorwayInscriptionShoeFurnitureText

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"Off the road! Off the road!" Here comes the Parson himself!
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"Stop, stop, it is full, boy!" cried the king
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"...tell me what I'm thinking now!
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"Why don't you come over and give an Old Hag a Helping Hand?" Illustration for "Herding the King's Hares"
"We have an Ox so Big that, when someone is sitting on each Horn blowing a Lure, one can't hear the other!"
"We have an Ox so Big that, when someone is sitting on each Horn blowing a Lure, one can't hear the other!"
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Peasant from Vågå
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Bonde med skreppe og stav
As the night wore on, the little dog grew tired of standing there. "Woof, woof, woof," he said, and barked at the moon
As the night wore on, the little dog grew tired of standing there. "Woof, woof, woof," he said, and barked at the moon