There once was a person who lived his entire life in the Cathedral of the King became poor, lonely and not the recognition of others.

When he was 28, fell in love with his cousin, who was pregnant widow. To express his love, his hand outstretched in the microwave and badly injured his hand, almost. But the cousin did not understand the special and ridiculous nature of love, and he refused. He committed suicide near the incident.

I once went to a place that requires tickets. There are two of five francs, can not refer to a woman named Rashell She said: Why not cut, not the money now, because your ears instead? He went home and cut the ears with a very sharp knife, then wrapped in a cloth, and sent Rashell. Most of the common people believe you must be crazy, and even asked the Government to send him to an asylum.

She loved painting, and this was a very talented painter.However, no one could understand the images, no one could know their values. The images on the left is just a small gallery of his brother, but none of them was sold for one year. For this reason, his brother was killed near the gallery owner.

Maybe it was just an image, was finally sold in life, the name Red Vineyard at the price of four pounds. However, was that he had bought for his brother and his friends who wanted to help.

Greatest desire was a coffee shop to find his works, but coffee is not ready to offer the service until he was killed.

He died in endless despair and loneliness. The funeral was very simple.

It was Vincent Van Gogh, the great painter. Nobody can be the enemy of artistic representation, even to this day. Each photo is priceless. However, these images have been collected in the museums of Paris, London and Holland, and they are all available in the most obvious. Place of birth, the Netherlands and France for his death, both the place as a citizen.

Why did God let him be treated so unfairly? Create this as a talent, and not even consider a man to take? Suffering of equal talent to be matched with; In the end, the extreme misery of talent? Perhaps God has already understood this.