Descriptive Essay On The Bedroom By Elie Wiesel

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Damsel lay quietly studying the four walls that surrounded him. At the far end of the bedroom, a closed dark wood door stood out against the white painted walls. Three quarters of the way up the walls, surrounding the entire room, was attached a wide picture rail decorated sparsely with colorful miniature porcelain ornaments. Two paintings hung from the picture rail facing each other from opposite sides of the room; a corralled fawn colored horse reared high on its hind legs, reined by a taut rope, as a cowhand wrestled tirelessly to break it. The other was of a mountain range with dark thunder clouds that stretched across the entire length of the canvas; skillful strokes of the artist capturing the illusions of rumbling peaks and vallies as …show more content…

A lit, hand painted, oil lamp now hung on a hook beside the door. The door was open, and he could hear the sound of chatter and laughter and the smell of freshly cooked food floating through the house. Suddenly there were footsteps in the passage, and then the door opened a little wider. A head popped in, then just as sudden it disappeared. "He is awake, mom." A young female called as her footsteps faded down the passage. Moments later the middle-aged women entered the room carrying a tray of hot food. Her long hair was now stuffed to the top of her head and held by a large tooth comb thrust into it. She wore an off-white dress, almost cream and it hung down to her ankles. Supported by her neck and secured around her slender waist, by thing material strips, hung a full-cut yellow and white kitchen apron. "Sit up, my dear. You can't eat laying down." and again she helped Damsel to sit up. She placed the tray on his lap and handed him a knife and a fork, and a white napkin. "We boiled the meat so it shouldn't be tough," she smiled dawn at him, and Damsel noticed a slight resemblance to the young women he had met beside the desert. "If you would like I'll cut the meat into smaller

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