Once, during the life of King David, he walked on the roof of his palace at sunset, and saw a young girl bathing at the spring, who seemed very beautiful to him. Feeling a passion for her, the king, who knew no refusal, sent his own servants to her, and they brought her to the palace.
Despite the fact that she was married, David took her as a wife, such was her beauty, and her husband, a simple soldier, ordered to put in the place of the most terrible battle, and to delay with help when he finds himself in a trap. Rejoicing that his passion was satisfied, rejoicing at his young wife, who turned out to be meek and wise, he did not think that it was a sin and did not repent at all.
Then the prophet Nathan came to him and told the parable about the poor and the richer. “The rich man had a lot of cattle, but the poor man had one lamb, which he bought, and cherished, cherished, watered and fed with his children, and she was like a daughter to him. But one day a stranger came to the rich man’s house, and, not wanting to spend his supplies on the guest, he ordered to steal a lamb from the poor man and slaughter it.
Outraged, David cried out that such a man was guilty of death, and Nathan answered him: “This man is you. But you will not die, your son will die from a stolen woman. "
And the child died, and David repented, and fasted, and earned forgiveness. Subsequently, a son was born to him, the great king Solomon, and his mother was Bathsheba, taken against any law, but who became David a faithful wife.
Bryullov depicts her at the time of bathing. Things are thrown off, Bathsheba is naked, slightly damp hair descends over her shoulders, she herself, about to dress, straightens the diadem. Her look at the viewer is sad and as if knowing, as if she was already waiting for David's servants, as if she was preparing not to scream when she was led to the person who took her from the battle, as a thing.
Her skin, soft and white, contrasts with the dark hair and dark skin of the servant, who, without feeling trouble, looks at her admiringly.
Painting Nesterov Philosophers