It's a board carved wooden cupboard; br the ancient dark-coloured oak br has taken on that pleasant air br that old people have; the cupboard is open, br and gives off from its kindly shadows br inviting aromas like a breath of old wine; br full to overflowing, it's a jumble of quaint old things: br fragrant yellowed linen, br rags of women's or children's clothes, faded laces, br grandmothers' kerchiefs embroidered with griffins; br - here you could find lockets, br and locks of white or blonde hair, br portraits and dried flowers br whose smell mingles with the smell of fruit. - br br O cupboard of old times, you know plenty of stories; br and you'd like to tell them; br and you clear your throat every time br your great dark doors slowly open.