More Color Photos From Imperial Russia

Some more spectacular photos of Imperial Russia to lose yourselves in; taken by Sergei Mikhailovich/Сергей Михайлович.

Church in Vetluga settlement evening 1910 (Церковь в Ветлуге - вечер-)

I can almost feel the soft breeze ushering in the early evening....
.....the quiet of the moment.

Family from the settlement of Grafovka (Mugan Steppe), Azerbaijan c.1905-1915
Графовка (Мугань степи)  Азербайджан.

Look at those faces! - what stories they could tell.
I hope they all ended up living happy, fulfilling lives.

Sadly, I doubt very much that they did.
What do you think?

Crew of the steamer Sheksna/Шексна (?) c.1909
See how nicely polished the deck is.

Two men crossing the water.

Young people resting during the harvest of 1909

If you missed my previous post: Incredible Color Photographs of Russian Empire ** here is the link to it:

Incredible Color Photographs of Russian Empire

**footnote to above previous post

-The lithographic print of Leo Tolstoy which was made from a Prokudin-Gorskii photograph, was taken 2 years before the famous author died (Nov.20, 1910). It was a very popular selling postcard in Russia, and it was from this notoriety, which brought Sergei Mikhailovich/Сергей Михайлович to the attention of the Czar Nicholas II/Царь Николай II.  **

I think this is a perfect opportunity to end with another beautiful work from our favorite poet Sergey Yesenin/Сергей Есенин.

What is Gone Cannot be Retrieved

Lovely night, I will never retrieve it,       
And I won”t see my sweet precious love.
And the nightingale”s  song, I won”t hear it,
Happy song that it sang in the grove!

That sweet night is now gone irrevocably,
You can”t tell it: please come back and wait.
Autumn weather has now set in locally,
With perpetual rains, all is wet.

Fast  asleep in the grave is my sweetheart
Keeping love, as before, in her heart.
And however it tries, autumn blizzard
Cannot wake her from sleep, flesh and blood.

So the nightingale”s singing has ended,
As the song-bird has taken to flight,
And I can”t hear the song now,  so splendid,
Which it sang on that sweet chilly night.

Gone and lost are the joyous emotions
That I had in my life and conceived.
All I have now is chill in my conscience.

What is gone can’t be ever retrieved.Lovely night, I will never retrieve it,       
And I won”t see my sweet precious love.
And the nightingale”s  song, I won”t hear it,
Happy song that it sang in the grove!

That sweet night is now gone irrevocably,
You can”t tell it: please come back and wait.
Autumn weather has now set in locally,
With perpetual rains, all is wet.

Fast  asleep in the grave is my sweetheart
Keeping love, as before, in her heart.
And however it tries, autumn blizzard
Cannot wake her from sleep, flesh and blood.

So the nightingale”s singing has ended,
As the song-bird has taken to flight,
And I can”t hear the song now,  so splendid,
Which it sang on that sweet chilly night.

Gone and lost are the joyous emotions
That I had in my life and conceived.
All I have now is chill in my conscience.
What is gone can’t be ever retrieved.

Thanks to

• Google Images
• Library of Congress
• TheInkBrain