{"id":9384,"date":"2021-02-25T19:19:43","date_gmt":"2021-02-25T19:19:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/?p=9384"},"modified":"2021-02-17T19:26:46","modified_gmt":"2021-02-17T19:26:46","slug":"a-painters-woods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/?p=9384","title":{"rendered":"Two girls at dusk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-6654\" src=\"https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/chekhov.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"483\" height=\"454\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/chekhov.jpg 388w, https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/chekhov-300x282.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 483px) 100vw, 483px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>From Jim Mott, this little passage from a <a href=\"https:\/\/americanliterature.com\/author\/anton-chekhov\/short-story\/the-house-with-the-mezzanine\">short story<\/a> about a painter by Chekhov. It conveys to me, like many landscapes described by Proust in his novel, exactly why someone would develop a passion for landscape painting:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Doomed by fate to permanent idleness, I did positively nothing. For hours together I would sit and look through the windows at the sky, the birds, the trees and read my letters over and over again, and then for hours together I would sleep. Sometimes I would go out and wander aimlessly until evening.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Once on my way home I came unexpectedly on a strange farmhouse. The sun was already setting, and the lengthening shadows were thrown over the ripening corn. Two rows of closely planted tall fir-trees stood like two thick walls, forming a sombre, magnificent avenue. I climbed the fence and walked up the avenue, slipping on the fir needles which lay two inches thick on the ground. It was still, dark, and only here and there in the tops of the trees shimmered a bright gold light casting the colours of the rainbow on a spider&#8217;s web. The smell of the firs was almost suffocating. Then I turned into an avenue of limes. And here too were desolation and decay; the dead leaves rustled mournfully beneath my feet, and there were lurking shadows among the trees. To the right, in an old orchard, a yellow hammer sang a faint reluctant song, and he too must have been old. The lime-trees soon came to an end and I came to a white house with a terrace and a mezzanine, and suddenly a vista opened upon a farmyard with a pond and a bathing-shed, and a row of green willows, with a village beyond, and above it stood a tall, slender belfry, on which glowed a cross catching the light of the setting sun. For a moment I was possessed with a sense of enchantment, intimate, particular, as though I had seen the scene before in my childhood.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">By the white-stone gate surmounted with stone lions, which led from the yard into the field, stood two girls. One of them, the elder, thin, pale, very handsome, with masses of chestnut hair and a little stubborn mouth, looked rather prim and scarcely glanced at me; the other, who was quite young&#8211;seventeen or eighteen, no more, also thin and pale, with a big mouth and big eyes, looked at me in surprise, as I passed, said something in English and looked confused, and it seemed to me that I had always known their dear faces. And I returned home feeling as though I had awoke from a pleasant dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From Jim Mott, this little passage from a short story about a painter by Chekhov. 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