Monday, May 24, 2010
And one of the viewers on youtube kindly translated and posted the text, so I am going to copy and paste it.
0:30 I have a strange feeling. Who is this? It is like we have known each other for years and she knows everything about me, my childhood, my present life, and about what will happen to me. As if she has been always watching me, being somewhere beside me, even though I saw her for the first time. I realized: she is my wife.
3:22 However I had a feeling that, if I stayed in Vitebsk any longer, fur and moss would cover me. Farewell, Vitebsk! Stay with your herrings, my countrymen!
4:10 I had to leave my native land, but in my paintings I have been always true to that land. Why in Russia I have always been a fifth wheel in a cart? Why does everything I do seem strange to Russians and everything they do seem contrived to me? Well, why? I cannot talk about this anymore. I love Russia too much.