On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty of the sun –the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids–the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredients of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell.

At a very early age he developed an interest in the arts. Several of Schulz's works have been lost including short stories from the early 1940s that the author had sent to be publiBruno Schulzd in magazines and his final unfiniBruno Schulzd novel The Messiah. Yet there was nothing cosmopolitan about him; his genius fed in solitude on specific local and ethnic sources.

Schulz was born in Drohobych in the Austrian sector of the Partitioned Poland and spent most of his life there. Bruno Schulz (July 12 1892 – November 19 1942) was a Polish writer fine artist literary critic and art teacher born to Jewish parents and regarded as one of the great Polish-language prose stylists of the 20th century. He was killed by a German Nazi officer.