Radish Malorum

Boris Kustodiev, Picnic (1920)

“We have pink radishes on the table, beautiful yellow butter, plump golden bread on a white tablecloth…. Our ladies in their muslin gowns are so happy, sitting among the green plants in the garden, because it is hot and they are in the shadow. But beyond, the evil devil famine is already hard at work, covering the fields with weeds, crazing the arid soil, tearing the soles of the peasants’ calloused feet and splitting the animals’ hoofs, and will so shake and agitate us all that we, too, under the shade of our lime trees, with our muslin gowns and our lumps of butter on our flowered plates, will get what’s coming to us.” –Leo Tolstoy, “Letter to Afanasy Fet” (May 16, 1865)