From a small hillock the autumn distance opens. The river flows quietly, far behind the spring flood, although the breakers are boiling now.
Under the feet leaf fall, Yellow leaves are lying, Yellow leaves are lying, And under the leaves rustle Shursh, Shurshikha, and Shurshonok – Dad, Mom and Leaf
From a small hillock the autumn distance opens. The river flows quietly, far behind the spring flood, although the breakers are boiling now. Cloudless, blue-blue sky, such as it is only in clear autumn days. No beast, no bird. Only two trees in the foreground are adorned with multicolored foliage, not all is opal, but further, closer to the river in general, the trees stand all in the gold of the leaves.
The artist liked to depict clear, sunny days, when there is no place for despondency and sorrow. There are no impending, weeping clouds, ready to shower you with rain, there is no slush, dull figures, the personification of the withering of nature.
The artist showed us that autumn is a natural stage in the development of nature, that without this riot of gold there will be no spring renovation, that the fluffy winter will come and everything will be fine. Grabar was a connoisseur of art, a remarkable painter and museum figure. He taught at the Academy of Arts. In his work Grabar always kept optimistic mood and cheerfulness of spirit.