Kramskoy, the founder of the Russian Touring School, was born on May 27, 1837, and died on March 25, 1887. His paintings truly and profoundly reflect social change and "can constitute a gallery of outstanding artists and outstanding activists engaged in the cause of democratic progress on the eve of the October Revolution".
Let's go along and move on.
Brilliant skies envelop the earth. The calm lake, accompanied by the dry grass, behind it, the trees are restlessly getting along.
Deep in the dense forest, the heavy heart turns into a rich color. This gray green, not peace, seems to be a kind of oppressive helplessness.
The summer sun, the vibrant trees, but why are there shadows in front of them. That little road, I don't know where it leads.
The mysterious distance, the dark and deep lake, and the trembling beam of light, the holy place of the soul, are filled with uneasy emotions.
Desolate, full of desolation. The bright morning glow meets the clouds of sorrow. Even Jesus is trapped, either in the status quo or in the world.
There is a purity of the heart. No matter how dark it is, no matter how harsh the environment, it will shoot into a beam of light.
Who I am, where I come from, where I go, I seem helpless. The burden of life crushed my arms and cluttered my beard.
The grandeur and scrutiny of the interior cannot stop the desolation of the outdoors, where to settle down.
What should have been innocence, what should have been childhood joy. In the eyes is the misery of life, and the fog of the future.
This is me, I pour out with a paintbrush, the elegance of the colors, can not hide the melancholy of my heart.