
The immense steppe, which has neither end nor edge, and above it a bottomless silvery-gray sky, as if hung with a light cloud of clouds. It is raining slightly. On the rutted road, drowning in the mud, the carts drag along slowly, appearing in dark mist in the dark silhouettes.
Their string, wriggling along the road, stretched across the steppe, emphasizing its wide sweep, and it seems that the path lying in front of the Chumaks is endless. The dreary howl of a dog, bursting into the sleepy numbness of the steppe, intensifies that yearning and despair, with which the picture is filled to its fullest.
Tract Chumatsky à Mariupol – Arkhip Kuindzhi
Moonlit Night on the Dnieper by Arkhip Kuinji
Dnepr in the morning by Arkhip Kuinji
Tracto de Chumatsky en Mariupol – Arkhip Kuindzhi
After the rain by Arkhip Kuinji
The Daryal Gorge. Moonlit Night by Arkhip Kuinji
Sunset in winter. Coast of the sea by Arkhip Kuinji
The Forgotten Village by Arkhip Kuinji