Description of the painting by Alexei Stepanov “In the village”
A. S. Stepanov, a great Russian landscape painter and portraitist, he worked in different directions, often contrary to the socio-political views of the time. His life was hard in an orphanage, which, of course, was deposited on his work. His painting “In the Village” was written in the early twentieth century in turbulent times for Russia.
It was during this period that revolutionary ideas were actively disseminated, in all the works of creative people, political overtones were diligently sought out. The canvas depicts a village in winter. In a hurry, the assembled fence, a crooked wooden barn, whose doors barely hold. In the background you can see village houses, and perhaps farm buildings. It depicts a poor village courtyard, and the main character of the picture is a horse. The rich black color of the horse gives the animal nobility. It is he who is the master of space, cold devastated the yard, the horse feels
In his confident article, one can consider pride and independence. The artist realistically displayed the farm house economy and the situation in the winter. In winter, there is little work in the village, and the cold weather in Russia does not allow much time to be spent on the street. The peasants spend most of the day at home near the fire. For the horse, the walk is very important; if the animal does not walk in the wild, it may even die. Therefore, each owner lets the horses walk for several hours a day. It can be seen in the plot of the picture that the horse was released, and the owners themselves returned to a warm hearth. It is impossible not to feel in the image of the animal loneliness and longing. His eye is not visible, but it seems that the look is very sad. Perhaps it is oppressed by the cold and it can be seen that the frost has silvered his mane.
Although, most likely, he is just lonely, there is no one to understand him, to support him. The artist conveyed his personal feelings in this way. Stepanov remained in his heart a lonely boy, who after the death of his parents was left completely alone. He, like this horse, stands among the master’s court and is immersed in his thoughts. The picture, though written in bright colors, is saturated with sadness. White snow and, it would seem, good weather should lift the mood, but from the canvas and breathes loneliness. I would like to stroke the horse, tell him that he is not alone and is still needed. It’s just winter, nature is asleep and possibilities are limited. Spring will come, the expanse of the meadows will beckon to the distance, then the horse will begin to ride at full speed and feel the absolute freedom that is so necessary for him. who after the death of his parents was completely alone. He, like this horse, stands among the master’s court and is immersed in his thoughts.
The picture, though written in bright colors, is saturated with sadness. White snow and, it would seem, good weather should lift the mood, but from the canvas and breathes loneliness. I would like to stroke the horse, tell him that he is not alone and is still needed. It’s just winter, nature is asleep and possibilities are limited. Spring will come, the expanse of the meadows will beckon to the distance, then the horse will begin to ride at full speed and feel the absolute freedom that is so necessary for him. who after the death of his parents was completely alone. He, like this horse, stands among the master’s court and is immersed in his thoughts.
The picture, though written in bright colors, is saturated with sadness. White snow and, it would seem, good weather should lift the mood, but from the canvas and breathes loneliness. I would like to stroke the horse, tell him that he is not alone and is still needed. It’s just winter, nature is asleep and possibilities are limited. Spring will come, the expanse of the meadows will beckon to the distance, then the horse will begin to ride at full speed and feel the absolute freedom that is so necessary for him. tell him that he is not alone and is still needed. It’s just winter, nature is asleep and possibilities are limited.
Spring will come, the expanse of the meadows will beckon to the distance, then the horse will begin to ride at full speed and feel the absolute freedom that is so necessary for him. tell him that he is not alone and is still needed. It’s just winter, nature is asleep and possibilities are limited. Spring will come, the expanse of the meadows will beckon to the distance, then the horse will begin to ride at full speed and feel the absolute freedom that is so necessary for him.
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