Those who knew Bryullov argued that in no city in the world he “did not feel as much at home as in Rome.” “In Rome, you are ashamed to produce something ordinary,” the young artist who had just arrived in Italy reported in a letter. He wrote in Italy relentlessly – all of his Italian genre scenes are filled with the atmosphere of the holiday.
The holiday often penetrates into the very name of the works – like the watercolors “Walking in Albano”. But even in everyday scenes this mood does not disappear, it shows in them the bravura of color, the eternal Italian sun splashing through the windows, the serenity and the stability of life. For example, we represent the work “An Italian expecting a child, examines a shirt, the husband makes furniture,” 1831 . Rome for Bryullov is a great art, a delightful nature, a living breath of history; “Rome” for him is “Peace.”