Autumn weather came early to Moscow this year. The end of the summer was very dull and depressing. On its last day, my friend got me out to do studies in Abramcevo. The weather was cloudy but without rain, and in the morning even the sun was gleaming.
After the sleepy trip on the train we came out on the empty local station’s platform and went several meters away, where we found a dark and wild forest like in Shishkin‘s paintings. I was walking and thinking: probably, right now we are going down the same road and are seeing the same nature that was seen more than a hundred years ago by great Russian painters who loved this place so much: Korovin, Levitan, Polenov.
We came to the museum, an estate surrounded by a forest, the most famous owner of which, I suppose, was S. Mamontov. This Russian entrepreneur is remembered as Maecenas, a big friend and supporter for creative people. Here in Abramcevo he held meetings and gave opportunities for artists to work without worries, whose names are recognized all over the world.
This view disturbed my childhood memories about trips to my country cottage. Somehow this place awoke in my memory the sense of the sorrow of those autumn days passed in the country. Suddenly, I had a feeling for a moment that here I understood Levitan, his sadness within nature.