"The Artist Alymov" by Vladimir Korolenko, summary Automatic translate

This book is a profound reflection on the search for popular truth, written in 1896. The narrative reveals the spiritual crisis of the intelligentsia through the life of an eccentric artist who combined legal practice and painting. The central theme lies in the tragic rift between educated society’s idealized notions of the peasantry and the harsh reality that shatters romantic illusions. Avoiding superficial assessments, the author reveals the profound drama of an entire generation.

Passengers languish in boredom in the stuffy quarters. In steerage, sleepy religious conversations about the serpent can be heard among the bales; in first class, a bilious gentleman is dining; and in second class, young men are drinking beer and playing cards. The narrator escapes the oppressive atmosphere on the upper platform near the wheelhouse. The pilots are intently turning the wheel, searching the fairway in the darkness.

Suddenly, in the middle of the night river, a boatman attempts to disembark passengers, crossing the ship’s path. The captain shouts into a megaphone, the sailors wave a green lantern, and the steamer stops, avoiding a collision at the last moment. New passengers climb from the rocking boat onto the deck, nearly capsizing on the waves from the wheels. The sailors take a smart travel bag, an easel, an umbrella, and a crumbling suitcase containing a samovar pipe.

Descending to the stern, the narrator observes the new arrivals at the treasury. Alymov is acting carefree, making fun of his companions, and then retreating to the buffet. Romanych remains aloof and stern, angrily calling his friend a buffoon. Flena cries quietly, hiding her face in her hands. Later, Alymov tries to console the girl, affectionately calling her "darling." He gently advises her to leave Romanych and go her own way, but interrupts himself with frequent, sad laughter.

The narrator recalls a recent regional art exhibition in the city of N. There, among the academic drabness, naive lambs, and copies of European oleographs, Alymov’s vibrant, colorful sketches stood out. Captured on scraps of canvas and paper were the Volga’s shallows, dried-out boats, schismatic icons, forest thickets, and abandoned bast shoes from barge haulers. These hasty sketches exuded the authentic air of the great river.

That night, in the cabin, the narrator and Alymov engage in a frank conversation by the light of an electric bulb. The artist admits that his work resembles a broken mirror. His works are mere bright fragments that never quite fit together to form a larger, more meaningful picture. He applies this comparison to his entire generation of intellectuals, who lost their stable bearings after the passing of the old era.

Alymov develops a paradoxical theory about the lack of stable chiaroscuro in modern life. He recalls the old masters, who created under a steady "serf sun." Boklevsky’s drawings for Gogol accurately conveyed characteristic types, like enormous, ripe pumpkins in a melon field. Now, however, everything is shaken and carried away, light and shadow are fickle, and creators can only capture fleeting fragments.

His friend Romanych is a typical representative of the wandering intelligentsia of the people. A native of a village near Tula, he found work as a shopkeeper as a teenager and then became involved with a student circle. Romanych read a great deal of the philosophical works of Spencer and Marx, mastered the most complex terminology, but completely lost his understanding of real peasants. His clumsy, undeveloped mind turned out to be the most dreamy of all the dreamers.

Romanych and Flena tried to establish a school and a grocery store in the village of Morshikha, hoping to blend in with the locals. They wanted to build their own earthly paradise in Zhiguli, based on populist ideals. However, their noble undertakings met with a wall of misunderstanding. The local population treated them with hostility, and their entire vision of an ideal life together was shattered.

The historical rebel in morocco boots and a silk shirt turned out to be a crude, self-serving bandit. He smirked and admitted that he was simply getting the barge haulers drunk on moonshine in Lyskovo’s taverns. This vision completely shattered the artist’s romantic illusions. A study of history revealed the complete lack of creative vision in spontaneous rebellions. Khlopusha was not worthy of artistic poetry.

Returning from his northern exile, where he had been forced due to his turbulent temperament, Alymov was unable to continue working on the canvas. Capital was making its triumphant entry onto the Volga, frightening away old songs with its whistles. The former range of emotions had faded, leaving only emptiness. Alymov realized that new relationships with the people could not be built on old illusions, and the arena of public life was temporarily empty.

The artist decides to devote himself entirely to pure, neutral art. He wants to capture only external beauty, reflections of light, the flight of seagulls, and natural forms, without a thought for human suffering. Alymov enthusiastically begins painting the captain’s portrait. The sitter’s crimson features and the gleam of a gilded megaphone quickly emerge on the canvas, revealing a striking, almost frightening resemblance.

Soon, Alymov spots a passing convoy of barges. He suddenly decides to disembark the Strela to meet a fellow waterman, Seliverstov, for a new experience. Taking his easels and bundles, the eccentric artist boards the barge and disappears around a bend in the river. The narrator learns from the local prosecutor that this artist-lawyer possesses a surprising spontaneity in court.

Alymov has changed greatly, but his characteristic, infectious laugh remains. He admits to still being consumed by court cases defending vagabonds. Sailing off on yet another steamship into the darkness of the night, the artist waves his hat and loudly promises to paint his great picture as soon as the current, complex case is resolved. His ideals have evolved, but his search for truth continues.