“Come on, tell me, for example,
what country did the artist paint here?” the first boy jokingly asked the other. “All these views are the same for many geographical landscapes, you will never be able to recognize most of them unless they depict something specific, original, and found only in one place, such as the ruins of ancient temples in modern Greece and Turkey, or the Amazonian jungle, etc.”The other boy turned his attention to the painting he was asked about.
There were steep hills and golden wheat in front of us, thick trees on the horizon. The sun was already preparing to set, and the hard-working people were just about to go back to their lovely house, which looked extremely well maintained.
Suddenly, his eyes were filled with old memories. He was a child again. Dew ruffled the grasses, and the Dnipro wind brought moisture on hot summer days. The smell of fresh bread was always present in the yard, baked by the grandmother, who could have justifiably just “laid on the stove” because of her old age but continued to rule her household on her own. It was a pleasant time, full of peace and caring.
“This is Ukraine,” the guy said confidently, not even looking at the description of the painting below.
This random painting in the museum was the work of Ukrainian artist Ilya Repin.
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