"Come on, then. At least I'll show you the carps there." And as they went, my dad already had a premonition, that this might be it. It was a familiar infallible inkling, that told him up front where to sell a refrigerator, where to sell a vacuum and where it was useless even to ring a bell. Just as he could feel a good business, so he now felt this as his chosen pond and in it - chunky carps. They stopped at the dam and doctor Václavík let him take in the view. Dad sighed and doctor Václavík, his friend, said profoundly: "And now about the carps." He pulled out a bun, broke it in half and threw a half towards the dam. The doctor smiled with certainty and dad kept his gaze on the bun. Suddenly the surface broke, an enormous yellow shape appeared and an enormous hole went clap! And the bun was gone. Dad cried out: "For heaven's sake, that one must weigh at least eleven pounds."And the doctor said solemnly: "Thirteen."
The Lake House is a sculpture. It humbly hovers above the ground among pine trees. Not far from the house the lake and hills reflecting in its surface keep the house in a good company. Early in the morning, the water surface is often veiled in mist. It is only the first sun that drives it away, along with the remaining bats that have spent the night hunting confused moths. This place has the most beaty when it rains though. Drops of water hit the tree branches and create a peaceful hum. It is quiet inside the house and watching the bustling water surface gives one a great sense of peace.
The house stands on a narrow site full of grown trees and looks out through windows to all sides. It has no backside, all façades are front façades. One enters the estate via a gate that conceals a cover parking space, garden shed and a sleep-over room for naughty acquaintances, that are better to keep a few-feet distance from. The gate secludes the forest from the outside world and guides one onto a pathway through the blueberry shrubs, all the way to the house.
The building is divided into three levels. Underground there is a technological heart of the house, a sauna, a cellar for long winter nights and the lower part of the outdoor pool. The pool becomes a temporary home for the fish caught in the lake.
Both the sauna and the cellar have a window into the reservoir so that the local carps wouldn't feel as lonely. The ground floor is hollow. The water surface only reflects the outdoor kitchen and the space reserved for the boat. Collapsible staircase allows one to enter the living floor. An astonishing view of the lake and the trees creates the best back-drop for weekend leisure, while the height of an extra floor provides perfect privacy. The living floor has two bedrooms, a living room with a kitchen, bathrooms and small fishing workshop, where one might service their fishing gear when the fish don't take. The rooms have large sliding glazing that, in the matter of seconds, turn interior into exterior, so that the owner can enjoy war summer evening straight from his living room. But no long staring out of the windows tonight and early to bed! It seems like the perch are going to have early morning happy hours!
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"Come on, then. At least I'll show you the carps there." And as they went, my dad already had a premonition, that this might be it. It was a familiar infallible inkling, that told him up front where to sell a refrigerator, where to sell a vacuum and where it was useless even to ring a bell. Just as he could feel a good business, so he now felt this as his chosen pond and in it - chunky carps. They stopped at the dam and doctor Václavík let him take in the view. Dad sighed and doctor Václavík, his friend, said profoundly: "And now about the carps." He pulled out a bun, broke it in half and threw a half towards the dam. The doctor smiled with certainty and dad kept his gaze on the bun. Suddenly the surface broke, an enormous yellow shape appeared and an enormous hole went clap! And the bun was gone. Dad cried out: "For heaven's sake, that one must weigh at least eleven pounds."And the doctor said solemnly: "Thirteen."
The Lake House is a sculpture. It humbly hovers above the ground among pine trees. Not far from the house the lake and hills reflecting in its surface keep the house in a good company. Early in the morning, the water surface is often veiled in mist. It is only the first sun that drives it away, along with the remaining bats that have spent the night hunting confused moths. This place has the most beaty when it rains though. Drops of water hit the tree branches and create a peaceful hum. It is quiet inside the house and watching the bustling water surface gives one a great sense of peace.
The house stands on a narrow site full of grown trees and looks out through windows to all sides. It has no backside, all façades are front façades. One enters the estate via a gate that conceals a cover parking space, garden shed and a sleep-over room for naughty acquaintances, that are better to keep a few-feet distance from. The gate secludes the forest from the outside world and guides one onto a pathway through the blueberry shrubs, all the way to the house.
The building is divided into three levels. Underground there is a technological heart of the house, a sauna, a cellar for long winter nights and the lower part of the outdoor pool. The pool becomes a temporary home for the fish caught in the lake.
Both the sauna and the cellar have a window into the reservoir so that the local carps wouldn't feel as lonely. The ground floor is hollow. The water surface only reflects the outdoor kitchen and the space reserved for the boat. Collapsible staircase allows one to enter the living floor. An astonishing view of the lake and the trees creates the best back-drop for weekend leisure, while the height of an extra floor provides perfect privacy. The living floor has two bedrooms, a living room with a kitchen, bathrooms and small fishing workshop, where one might service their fishing gear when the fish don't take. The rooms have large sliding glazing that, in the matter of seconds, turn interior into exterior, so that the owner can enjoy war summer evening straight from his living room. But no long staring out of the windows tonight and early to bed! It seems like the perch are going to have early morning happy hours!
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