From Jean Follain: The old woman dried an egg with her working apron, heavy egg the color of ivory, which nobody claims from her, then she looks at the autumn ...

Have a chick come out of egg and the old lady look shocked!

The old woman dried an egg with her working apron, heavy egg the color of ivory, which nobody claims from her, then she looks at the autumn through the little dormer, and it is like a fine painting the size of a picture book, nothing is out of season And the fragile egg that she holds in her palm remains ...

An elderly Caucasian woman is drying an egg with her worn-out apron. The egg, hefty and ivory-colored, is held tenderly in her aged hands, an unclaimed item of her diligence. She gazes through the dormer window at the autumn scenery outside which resembles a fine painting akin to a picture book. Everything ...