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Nicholas Konstantinovich Roerich

Author name
Властитель ночи
1918
oil tempera on plywood
72.8 × 79 cm
1.0019
Location of the works
Nicholas Roerich Museum. New York

Kansas City Art Institute, USA (1922); Marie Kurenko col.; Dudley & Sina Fosdick col., New York (1947); Nicholas Roerich Museum (on loan since 1949; acquisition, 1963)

The painting was created in 1918, when the Roerichs lived in seclusion in the island of Tolula on the Ladoga Lake, admiring the fairy tale of the North, absorbing the wisdom of Bhagavad-gita, Tagore, and Ramakrishna. A poem with the same name was written for the picture, in many respects consonant with Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali: "He must come – the Lord of the Night. And we cannot sleep in the yurt on soft skins. Daksha gets up and the girls get up too. And they make a fire. Ah, how waiting is painful. We will summon him. We will call him. The fire is yellow, and the yurt is golden, and the copper glitters. Witchcraft begins. Let him enter, my coveted. The witch will come. And she will burn the herbs. And the green light will flash. A hope! And an expectation. However, the shades are silent, but He does not come. Oh, kind words are powerless. Let the evil one enter. Let her throw red herbs. She will cover the walls with fog. And she will call ghosts. And spirits will appear. Turn and fly in the dance! And get naked. Leave yourselves exposed! And we will retain the ghosts. The ghosts are more clear, the flame is more crimson. Oh, come and stay! And I stretched out my arms and hugged the void. The red flame did not help. You all, get away! Leave me! It is stuffy here. Let the fire go out. Take off the litter. Let air in here. And the night came in. And they took off the litter. And now she is on her knees. The order is given. The enchanting has gone. And then He came, the Lord. Daksha retreated. Fading out. And law down. He is already here. Everything is simple now. Ah, so simple is the night. And the morning star. And He gave the power. He gave the strength. And he went out. He vanished. Everything is simple". The picture represents the last moment of this white poem, when the wife of the Vedic deity Daksha, the Lady of the Night, opens the curtain of her pavilion. In the fog, you can see a landscape with the outlines of one of the Ladoga bays.