I am neither infant nor happy grandfather
Nor parent, nor lover
Of anyone, of anyone.
I am, as every man is, Majesty,
The North Pole, the Secret, the Stranger,
The will-o’-the-wisp in the distance, the will-o’-the-wisp in the distance.
But alas! I cannot remain this way.
I should like to show myself to the world,
So that someone sees me, so that someone sees me.
This is why I sing and I torment myself.
I should love to be loved.
I wish to be of someone, I wish to be of someone.
Vladimir Makovsky was born 26 January 1846, the son of Yegor Ivanovich Makovsky, an art collector. It was Yegor’s avid enthusiasm for art that led Vladimir, as well as both his brothers and sister, to begin practicing painting. Of the four, however, only Vladimir and his brother Constantine attained any amount of acclaim.
Vladimir Makovsky 1846 – 1920
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