On the boulevard

Vladimir Makovsky painted the picture in 1887. There is an abyss between this everyday scene and today. Poor, illiterate Russia has sunk far into oblivion. The plot is simple.
But it was extremely typical for that time. A young woman with a child came to Moscow from a distant village. Visit my husband. Share sorrows with the breadwinner. There is no room or other accommodation where you can talk. So the couple are sitting on the boulevard.
The wife is killed by the behavior of her faithful, unrecognizably changed.
A fatty, tipsy artisan who quickly became "urban", imposingly sprawled on the bench.
Dashingly twisting his cap, in a red open-top blouse, he does not pay any attention to his half.
Swagger.
Although the soul is filthy, filthy: just the other day, the owner would never ruin his nose. However, the guy keeps the force. Plays a fashionable square dance on the accordion.
Look at the image of a peasant woman. Despair, sorrow in her bent figure. http://nearyou.ru/100kartin/100mak_svid_d.html