Knight at the Crossroads by Viktor Vasnetsov, 1882
This comes out of the old Russian folk epics, where a rider reaches a stone that spells out which road kills him and which one ruins him. From what I can find the painter chewed on this subject for years, redoing it more than once before settling on this version, and he spent a lot of his career on folk tales and stage designs when most of his colleagues were painting contemporary life.
Erisava: Is that sunset the only thing keeping this from being grim?
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