life

The author's painting is based on the poem of the same name by the symbolist poet S. Nadson.
Changing your image every moment whimsical,
Capricious as a child, and ghostly as smoke,
Life is boiling everywhere in fussy anxiety,
The great mixed with the insignificant and ridiculous.
What and how discordant hum mixed picture!
Here-a kiss of love, and there-a stab;
Here the Harlequin 's bell rang brazenly,
And there goes the prophet, bent under the cross.
Where the sun is, there is a shadow.Where are the tears and prayers-
There is the hungry moan of rebellious poverty;
Yesterday was the height of a bloody battle here,
And tomorrow fragrant flowers will bloom.
Here is a wonderful pearl in the mud, trampled by the crowd,
And here is a fragrant fruit, eroded by a worm;
Now you were a hero, proud of yourself,
Now you're a pale coward, overwhelmed by shame!
This is Life, this is the Sphinx!Her law is a moment,
And there is no such wise man among people,
Who could tell the crowd where its movement is,
Who could have caught the features of her face.
Then she's all sadness, then she's all bait,
Then everything in it is brilliance and light, then everything is shame and darkness;
Life is a Seraphim and a drunken bacchante,
Life is an ocean and a tight prison!