CRACOW. BOOK FOR WRITING / CRACOW. BOOK FOR WRITING ENGLISH VERSION

Discover the charms of Cracow in this unique writing book. Ideal for lovers of history, literature and beautiful memories. Immerse yourself in the magical atmosphere of the city of kings and legends.

• Inspiring texts by famous poets and prose writers associated with Cracow
• Archival photographs that will take you back in time
• 200 numbered pages that make it easy to organize your notes
• Index that will help you organize your notes
• English version – perfect for learning languages and for foreigners
• Paperback – lightweight and easy to use
• Format 205x145 mm – ideal for a handbag or backpack

Cracow, a city with a rich history and culture, has inspired artists and writers for centuries. This writing book is a tribute to this unique place full of secrets and extraordinary stories. Immerse yourself in the lyrical, nostalgic and satirical atmosphere of Cracow and discover its beauty on the pages of this unique publication.

Austeria Publishing House, known for its attention to detail and high-quality publications, presents a book that combines literary, historical and artistic elements. This book is the ideal gift for anyone who appreciates the beauty of the word and is fascinated by the history of Cracow.

Notes for keeping private records, illustrated with archival photographs of Krakow - from Sukiennice to Nowa Huta - as well as texts by well-known poets, prose writers and memoirists whose fates and works are intertwined in one way or another with the history of the Wawel land. Lyrically, nostalgically, satirically - as many tones of this song about Krakow as there are voices from the past and present.

Neath Wawel hill my father had his workshop; vast and vaulted was that whitewashed chamber, alive with jostling crowds of long-dead figures. The boy I then was stored up in his heart impressions later hewn into his art. Pure sentiments at first, not the mind’s rigours, endowed my moulded clay forms with their timbre, which then grew up before me into giants: as statues carved in limewood.

Other cities live in the present or in the future. Cracow lives in the past alone, by forces drawn from it, with life stolen from it, life smouldering beneatch grey ash. Everything in Cracow is old: even youth blossoms more solemnly, seems less lasting, and diffuses more rapidly into the harmonious tone of the whole. Any newer building or freshened-up frontage stands out glaringly in old Cracow, on whose countenance chips, wrinkles, mosses and moulds are like scars carried off the historic battlefield of the ages.