Myasoedov was the son of a small nobleman in the Tula province, and brought a lot from his barefoot childhood, which was hardly very different from the childhood of his peers, who were not distinguished by noble origin.
Observant, in love with the world, Myasoedov watched and remembered significant and not too much events from the life of the village. How they sow and how they reap, how they look after cattle, how they celebrate when there is something to celebrate. Even after graduating from the Academy of Arts and making a short tour of Europe, Myasoedov did not forget about his own past. Many of his paintings relate specifically to peasant life, while others depict historical events or historical figures and life scenes.
"The Road in the Rye" - one of the paintings of the past, captured on canvas. It has an endless wheat field - among the ears you can see the stems of other plants, weed flowers, but this does not spoil the feeling that the field is endless, like the sea. It stretched from horizon to horizon, and if you listen, you can hear the wind roaming among the poured ears of wheat. And almost in the middle of the canvas is a road.
Of course, not paved, just a country road trodden by many people who passed through it. Small flowers and low grass grow on it, taking the opportunity to absorb sunlight without hindrance, and a man in torn clothes is walking along it, with a bag on his shoulder, with a staff in his hands.
It is unlikely that he is a peasant - rather a traveler, a beggar or a pilgrim. He has been walking for a long time - this can be seen by the slight tilt of the figure forward, by the bowed head - and I'm used to it. His face is not visible, but if you look closely, you can see where he goes, the roofs of the village. And the sky rises above it - gray, most likely, already evening - and heavy clouds crowded on the horizon, which can bring rain.
The picture leaves a feeling of an unfinished path, a constant, almost meaningless movement. But there is no despair or fear. Only peace and wind in wheat.
Ciurlionis Tale of the Kings