Goose, Death and the Tulip

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GRIFON BOOKS



GRIFON BOOKS publishing house EST. 2014



a timeless existential tale for children with no heavy restrictions on age, race or religion by wolf erlbruch illustrations by dahlia atabani

GOOSE, DEATH AND THE TULIP

MOSCOW 2014 STATE UNIVERSITY OF PRINTING ARTS ILLUSTRATION&BOOK DESIGN FACULTY STUDENT PROJECT / SEMESTER 5


THIS BOOK HAS BEEN MADE AT A TIME OF TROUBLE, BUT IT BROUGHT FINAL

PEACE


DEDICATED TO THOSE WITH SORE SOUL AND

BRO

KEN HEART—THIS TOO SHALL PASS


THIS IS HIM, WHO SCARES EVERY LIVING SOUL ON EARTH. BUT AS A MATTER OF FACT HE IS NOT AS FIERCE AS MANY PICTURE HIM TO BE ...

DEATH


FOR A WHILE NOW, GOOSE HAD HAD A FEELING.

THIS IS HER, TENDER AND KIND, SHE HAS THE MOST SOFT FEATHERS A GOOSE CAN DREAM OF HAVING. IN HER SPARE TIME GOOSE ENJOYS SWIMMING AND CLIMBING TREES.

GOOSE


WHO

ARE

YOU

WHAT

ARE


CREEPING DOING YOU

ME ALONG

BEHIND

?

!


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really

he was — moment, who


Shall

we go down to the pond ? ’ she asked. DEATH had been d r e a d i n g that. B efore l o n g , D E A T H decided he had his l i m i t s . ‘ FORGI V E ME ,’ ‘I r e a l l y must get away from this DAM P . ’

he said



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Goose woke first, very early in the morning.

She thought to herself.

‘I’m not dead!’

‘And if I’ d died?.. ’

She poked Death in the ribs. She quacked utterly delighted.

Death said stretching.

‘I’m pleased for you,’

Death yawned.

‘Then I wouldn’t have been able to sleep in,’

‘I’m not dead.’


a

you

bec

clou

ome

d, an a

look

ngle

ing eart h

.’

That wasn’t a nice thing to say, thought Goose.

ove

r th

e

and

sit o

n

‘Some geese say

Death rose to his feet.

‘Some geese say, that deep in the earth there’s a place where you’ll be roasted, if you haven’t been good.’ Goose snapped.

Death looked at her.

‘You geese come up with some

‘Quite possible,’ ‘ Yo u h a v e t h e w i n g s a l r e a d y .’

amaaaaaaaaaaaazing stories, but who knows.’

For a while she refused to speak, but soon she was chattering again.

‘SO YOU DON’T KNOW EITHER,’



‘W hat

‘Shall

asked.

.

?’ he asked.

relieved

something r e a l l y exciting.’ death was

n o t go back to the po nd.

? ’ DEATH

we c l i m b a t r ee

Let’s do

‘Well lets’

shall we do today


W. AR BELO E POND F H NELY T O L E E O S ULD — AND S L L I THEY CO T S L A Y, S O THERE IT



‘Th de at’s tho ad th what yo ugh e p it dea u sur t. ‘Th ond w will b tho d,’ D e?’ G e po ill b e lik ugh ea oos nd e g e w ts i th fi e w alon one hen n tr nis as e, too I’m ees hed asto with — d .’ the nish out at l ead, sen ed. me. eas ’ — ten ‘As ’ De t fo Goo ce. su ath r yo se He re a co u.’ tho was s su uld ‘Are ugh n’t re c som you t. ‘T coy an eti su he abo be,’ mes re?’ pon ut t Dea rea Go d a he th d m ose lone sub sai ind wa , w jec d. ‘T s. ‘ s a itho t. ‘L ha Wh sto ut ets t’s a en y nish me clim com ou’ ed. .’ De b d for re de ‘Tha ath own t. I ad t’s cou ,’ G won the wha ld s oos ’t h po t it om e p ave nd w wi etim lea to ill ll b es ded mo be e li re aft urn gon ke w ad m er a ove e t he in bit. r it, oo — n I’m ds. ‘ ‘Yo whe at l de Whe u c n… eas ad, n y an ’ t fo ’ — ou sta ‘… r y Go ’re r t h wh ou. ose avi en ’ ‘Ar ng you e stra ’re nge


‘Th dea at’s th d t wha you ought he po t it w de su . ‘T nd ill tho ad,’ D re?’ G he po will b be lik ugh ea oos nd e g e w ts i th fi e w alon one hen n tr nis as e, too I’m ees hed asto with — d .’ the nish out at l ead, sen ed. me. eas ’ — ten ‘As ’ De t fo Goo ce. su ath r yo se He re a co u.’ tho was s su uld ‘Are ugh n’t re c som you t. ‘T coy an eti su he abo be,’ mes re?’ pon ut t Dea rea Go d a he th d m ose lone sub sai ind wa , w jec d. ‘T s. ‘ s a itho t. ‘L ha Wh sto ut ets t’s a en y nish me clim com ou’ ed. .’ De b d for re de ‘Tha ath own t. I ad t’s cou ,’ G won the wha ld s oos ’t h po t it om e p ave nd w wi etim lea to ill ll b es ded mo be e li re aft urn gon ke w ad m er a ove e t he in bit. r it, oo — n I’m ds. ‘ ‘Yo whe at l de Whe u c n… eas ad, n y an ’ t fo ’ — ou sta ‘… r y Go ’re r t h wh ou. ose avi en ’ ‘Ar ng you e stra ’re nge




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*

SNOWFLAKES DRIFTED DOWN. SOMETHIN DEATH LOOKED AT THE GOOSE . SHE’D STO


NG HAD HAPPENED. OPPED BREATHING. SHE L AY QUITE STILL .


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∞ m o s c o w, 2 0 14 studen project

goose, death and the tulip

author: W O L F E R L B R U C H curator and editor: E U G E N P O D K O L Z I N

illustrations / book design: D A H L I A A T A B A N I

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