The painting is based on the poem by A. Pushkin:
When a noisy day dies for mortals,
And the dumb hailstones
Translucent shades of the night shadow
And a dream, daytime labors reward,
At that time, for me, dragging themselves in silence
Hours of agonizing vagaries:
In the sleep of nocturnal people are burning in me
Snakes heart pangs;
Dreams are boiling; in a mind depressed by anguish,
The heavy excess of thoughts is crowded;
Memory silently in front of me
Its long develops the scroll;
And with disgust reading my life,
I tremble and curse,
And I complain bitterly, and I shed bitter tears,
But I do not wash away the sad lines.
She came home, took off her clothes and plunged into fond memories after a good evening.
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