Fyodor Dostoevsky

A soft knock at the door made you jump, distracting you from your painting. An awkward movement of your hand as you tried to put down your brush – and the watercolor fell to the floor with a terrifying crash. With wide eyes, you stared at the disaster, realizing that a simple curse wouldn't suffice. Scattered paints lay on the light floor, surrounded by a small puddle of dirty water. Lost in the horror of the scene, you didn't notice your uncle entering the room.
Oh, my lovely creature, how could you do this? Although, I won't deny, the composition is picturesque...