Towards autumn
Autumn weather came early to Moscow this year. The end of the summer was very dull and depressing. In its last day friend got me out to the studies in Abramcevo. The weather was just 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 and, went several meters aside, we appeared in dark and wild forest, like from the Shishkin's paintings. I was walking and thinking: probably, right now we are going the same road and are seeing the same nature, which seen more than hundred years ago great Russian painters, who loved this place so much: Korovin, Levitan, Polenov.
We came to the museum, the surrounded by forest estate, the most famous owner of which, I suppose, was S. Mamontov. This Russian entrepreneur is living in the memory of the people as Maecenas, which was a big friend and supporter for creative people. Here, in Abramcevo, he made meetings and gave opportunity to work without worries for artists, whose names are recognized all over the world.
This view disturbed my childhood memories about trips to 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 understand Levitan, his sadness, spread in the nature.
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Towards autumn

Autumn weather came early to Moscow this year. The end of the summer was very dull and depressing. In its last day friend got me out to the studies in Abramcevo. The weather was just 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 and, went several meters aside, we appeared in dark and wild forest, like from the Shishkin's paintings. I was walking and thinking: probably, right now we are going the same road and are seeing the same nature, which seen more than hundred years ago great Russian painters, who loved this place so much: KorovinLevitanPolenov.

We came to the museum, the surrounded by forest estate, the most famous owner of which, I suppose, was S. Mamontov. This Russian entrepreneur is living in the memory of the people as Maecenas, which was a big friend and supporter for creative people. Here, in Abramcevo, he made meetings and gave opportunity to work without worries for artists, whose names are recognized all over the world.

This view disturbed my childhood memories about trips to 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 understand Levitan, his sadness, spread in the nature.

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