Hark, 'A Cottage in St. Petersburg', born of Mstislav Dobuzhinsky’s fancy in the year 1905, stands as a monument to beauty’s undying reign. It is not merely to be gazed upon but to be known, to be felt, as one might feel the breeze upon his cheek. Its lines are like the words of a sonnet, full of meaning and grace, and its colours like the notes of a lute, harmonious and true. Place it where thou wilt—amidst revelry or repose—it shall reign supreme, casting its gentle spell upon all who tarry near. Art such as this is the breath of life made visible.
