The best pictures of the Russian artist Boris Kustodiev. The mystery of the most famous picture of Kustodiyev Kuchikha for tea of \u200b\u200bKustodiev
Boris Kustodiev. Kupchah for tea. 1918
Canvas, oil. 120 × 120 cm. State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia. Wikiglad.
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"Russian Rubens" Boris Kustodiyev, whose paintings at different times turned to protect merchant sibertism, then against, in fact, simply loved life - juicy paints, tasty food, doodle forms. Already the spirit captures, if you submit the shown in reality. At the same time, the life of Boris Mikhailovich himself was far from the image created by him. He wrote his most famous canvases in memory: Chained to bed, he could not leave for the captive or looking for nature around the cities and weighs of the country, which, by the way, was in revolutionary chad.
Plot
On the balcony, which overlooks the provincial ampir, the reception of the checkout. White body, facial fitting. Fresh life. The cat nearby. The table is leaving, and the watermelon comes to the coolness of the sides with a samovar. Woman drinking tea in an expensive paracted dress with deep neckline. Her sugar shoulders are another sweetness on this holiday of life. Another balcony is visible for her back, where the merchant family squeezes the tea.
Kustodiev wrote down the ideal image of the "third class". Kupchikha is a natural beauty, the image of which has developed in folklore, and in the XIX century he was reflected in the heroines of Ostrovsky and Leskov. The movement of her smooth and leopard - in the same rhythm there lives a provincial city.
Boris Kustodiev. Russian Venus. 1926 year
Canvas, oil. 200 × 175 cm
Nizhny Novgorod State Art Museum, Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. Wikiglad.
Russian women, including checkpires, were frequent heroines of Custodian works. They appeared in different entourage, posed for them somewhat nobility with less magnificent forms. Boris Mikhailovich wrote out Russia himself, however, the time when he did it, no longer corresponded to the chosen image: slender revolutionary came to change.
Context
On the courtyard stood 1918th year. There was no money, eating too - an incowance time. Bustodiev has already been sick, and Julia Evstafyevna's wife has carried away by himself. On Sundays, she went to cut firewood, paid her, like other black-workers, - firewood. "We live here it doesn't matter, cold and hungry, everything is just talking around about food and bread ... I sit at home and, of course, I work and work, that's all our news. It was worthwhile in people, on the theater, in music - all this I am deprived, "wrote the artist theatrical director Vasily Luzhsky.
For the "Cupupsee for tea", Kustodiev posed a neighbor in the house of Baroness Galina Aerkas. In his life, the primary student had significantly smaller forms, but the artist believed that a beautiful woman should be a lot - the thin on creativity was not inspired. He was even called the Russian Rubens for the magnifier, doodle women, Volzhsky Danya.
Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev. Woman drinking tea
1918. Parades on paper, 66 × 48 cm
State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia. Wikiglad.
The picture conventionally divides the audience for two camps: some consider her ironic, others - nostalgic. The first argue that Kustodiyev wrote a caricature on a merchant class, the second - that Russian Titian invested in this canvas experience about the fate of the Motherland, the crash of the traditions and the disappointing results of the revolution.
"This colorist knows in advance what kind of tone is another; One colorful stain is supported by another; One "logically" follows from the other. Venetians Titian, Tintoretto - Great "Musicians" Colorite. The stain of the sky, and gave greens, gold, silk ... All this, as in the Symphony of Beethoven, "surprisingly played" (flutes and violins, and then strong tone, red spot - corpses, trombone). Colorite is an orchestra of paints. "
Custodiev's statement recorded by warriors
Fate artist
Boris Kustodiev studied from Ilya Repin. As a student of the St. Petersburg Academy of Arts, the famous Master proposed a disciple to work on the "Solemn meeting of the State Council on May 7, 1901." At the Academy and immediately after her end, Kustodiev was considered a portraitist. However, soon the artist switched to plots close to folklore. He traveled a lot in Russia, watched the fair coater, the life of merchants and ordinary people. All seen in the future will become the basis of masterpieces.
Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev. Portrait of F. I. Shalyapin (1921)
Wikiglad.
The most famous Kustodiev's own webs wrote, being chained to the bed. "The ideas, one of the other tempting, and crowded in my head," Kustodiev wrote - Hands work. And the legs ... Well, for work they are not particularly needed, you can write and so sitting in a wheelchair. " At 34, he found a tumor of the spinal cord. The results of the result did not give, and the last 15 years of life the artist was forced to work Lyzh.
not this way?Remember that this was created by an artist who for this point for 10 years had been completely paralyzed legs,
who lived with unthinkable pains in the spine and the whole world of which, --- There are no more than 10 years old --- was that
what he saw from his wheelchair through the window. His unbearable pain in the spine (spinal tuberculosis)
and somewhat scary !! Operations began 13-15 years before the end of the picture. What is the power of the Spirit! And what is the imagination of talent!
Most of what he created for these last 11 and more years when he fell forever in a wheelchair,
he created from imagination and thanks to the talent. Sometimes he had a simulator.
But all these cities of the Russian province, their squares and fairs, their unforgettable Russian types,
he called in memory of the power of talent and imagination. Kustodiev continued to create Russia,
which disappeared, also because it was alive in his memory. And he almost did not buy a new experience.
He was immovable. Although, of course, he has and works, modern theme of revolution and everything
unheard and unprecedented what happened in the country.
But not so much.
So far just look.
After this work, Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev remained living one year.
Two works below for this (through one below), I was already placed on LJ. But they (these two works)
must be with the rest.
Therefore, I put again.
Kupchikha on the balcony. 1920
Kupchah for tea. 1918
How could he create in such a holoducho-cold, when in Petrograd outside the window all the time was shot,
when the selection happened every day on the table, ---- like he, chained forever to the chair and with terrible pains, -
as he could create in 1918. This unthinkable mercy and such clear, unperturbed Russian beauty,
yes, and with this stunning color abundance on the table, with a samovar and a peace of time?
Look at the works of Kustodiev.
Conveniently lean in the chair, relax (without a voucher),
and trying not to strain, look at every next job.
This applies to any artist. See at least 30 or a minute seconds. If work is grabbing,
then you will not want to break away. You will continue to watch and watch,
and you will feel and understand the harmony and talents.
Beauty. 1915
Kustodiev Boris Mikhailovich (1878--1927)
You can talk about this picture a lot. No less
there is even the later photo of the actress that posed him.
So far just look.
She is --- Beauty. How Boris Kustodiev wrote her.
So look at the beauty!
Swimmer-2. 1921.
Aglitskaya Merry. 1924
Look at the right corner of the picture, read the last word, and you will understand everything.
And there it is written: "To the flea"
Yes, it is done to produce "Lesshey" in the theater. Remember the British offered him to marry in England?
That's it. That is, the measure is just an English female name - Mary.
Such a heroine introduced the theater.
English Mary --- or in our place: "Aglitskaya Merey".
But I think that Kustodiev still turned out to be Russian women. All letters are big, it means that with respect.
Who sees it or feels?
In my opinion, she is Russian, like that, that in the picture below. 
Sailor and sweet. 1920
Kustodiev, Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
Well? What have you decided? Russian measure or aglitskaya?
Here, in this picture, Russian Katya!
Such as this with a sailor must be katya "Tolstomordnaya",
from the "twelve" block. Only with the appropriate amendment on the terrible days and events of the revolution.
Stockings, and "... with sat down to walk for a walk ..." Snoby invent about her and
about the poem is that it is just sexual perversion. Snob Right Ball !!!
Here she is! Katya - - Tolstomordnaya! 
"" On Yandex.Photes
Kupchikha and the house. 1922
Kustodiev, Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
Here you go! We see a hot Russian woman. For this, the fire in the furnace is so raging.
To illuminate the picture, but also so that we have an impression
and feeling of fire, heat and heat in this lady ..
Details in genre painting are always important. There are almost no extra.
In realism, if it is a genre picture, each, even a small item, almost always says something.
Try to look at the details and evaluate. Very much will open for you. You will be interested
watch because you will understand.
And here the housekin came to the simple Russky jackchikha.
Why not? After all, the case is happening in Russia.
Fine!!! Nothing amazing.
Portrait of Irina Kustodius with a dog Shumkov. 1907.
What do we see here?
We see love !!!
Look at how he loved his daughter.
Kustodiev wrote her love so clearly for Irina, that we simply see it.
We do not need to know about this from some monograph on Kustodiev.
We see His love in the portrait.
This is the power of art.
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Father Kustodiev, a teacher of the gymnasium, died when Boris was only two years old.
Therefore, life was not too sweet. For sugar you have to pay.
But the talent brought him to the Academy, where he received a gold medal and then he went to Europe.
He received a gold medal at the international exhibition (joint) of St. Petersburg and Munich.
He became an academician early, and he was invited early in Professor
the famous Moscow "School of Painting ... and ...".
He did not want to associate his creative life.
Everything was fine, and ahead of the conventional talent should have been ahead.
But when he was only 31 years old, in 1909, it turned out that he was sick,
and he has a spinal tuberculosis.
Already after two and a half years, life has become a hell of eternal pain.
Kustodiev was one of the talented pupils of Repin, if not the most talented.
And Kustodiev went further. He did not imitate Repin.
This is Boris Kustodiev, (and one more, Ivan Kulikov) created this gigantic with Repin,
"Solemn meeting of the State Council on May 7, 1901 ..."
Repin has almost never worked right hand. And the share of Custodiev was rather big.
Very rather big.
There is a couple of hundred portraits.
Then, as you see, from for different reasons, Kustodiev came to this, to the new, ---
to its own, Russian, painted world.
And, I think that it will not be an exaggeration to say that this world is, ---- completely original.
If not to say - unique.
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Bustodiev was a high-end portraitist.
It was one more of the reasons why this one, at that time, the best pupil of Repin,
will be his full heir.
And he, Kustodiev, at the beginning of the century, was already becoming more or more interesting Repin.
Therefore, Repin so regretted that Kustodiev began to create his merchant Russia.
Repin believed that Kustodiev stopped writing as an artist. Repin did not recognize the merchant
Russia is Kustodiev as real art.
Let's look at a few portraits. I think that Kustodiev, like a portraitist, was
sometimes more interesting than Repin.
Portrait of a priest and deacon (priests. At the reception). 1907
Posted by the priest of the Church of the village of Virgin Peter and Deacon Pavel.
Here is a double men's portrait ..
A rural priest, scored and intimidated, not too well remembered even what he was taught in the seminary.
Probably he can take on the chest on occasion, and without the case too.
On the other hand, full of dignity, from the younger generation, formed by Deacon.
They are waiting for reception at the bosses. And how do they feel before going to the carpet to
bosses, so Kustodiev and wrote them.
They are real. Take a look at the inscription under the picture.
This is actually portraits of the priest and deacon. This deacon with his smart look,
it is probably coming to the image of the Dyakon Victory in Chekhov "Duel".
Only this is not a literary hero. This is a real deacon.
Cool double portrait!
Brodsky Isaac 1920
Kustodiev, Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
What a wonderful portrait of Brodsky. Please note that Brodsky carries one of Kustodiev.
I will put this checkpoint in the Blog continue about Kustodiev. Unless of course, in general.
There is no wanting.
Brodsky, after Kustodiev, was the best student of Repin. Repin loved him truly.
Brodsky was talent.
But then, almost immediately after the revolution, Brodsky became a Soviet artist, and to thirty--,
maybe by the mid-30s, --- he became the main Soviet artist. Everyone has the right to choose
himself.
But the talent is covered with a copper pelvis, if you write only Stalin and its bandits.
Notgustom, Rene Ivanovna. (1914).
Kustodiev, Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
Attractive ladies portrait.
She is not beautiful. But Kustodiev wrote a smart look of a developed woman and he,
Kustodiev, made it attractive. And it was very good to lean on the chair.
This is called the composition and
it all made Kustodiev. Therefore, it looks so good.
Portrait of a writer A.V. Shvars. 1906
I did not read this children's writer.
But what portrait. What class!
Then, Kustodiev changed.
And he began to write his own Russia.
This Repin did not accept and did not understand.
Ilya Efimovich Repin (1844-1930)
Kustodiev, Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
So Kustodiev wrote Repin. Interesting.
Easter rite (Christ). 1916.
Kustodiev Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
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Live without love, perhaps, just
But how to live in the world without love?
Do not live in any way!
Old just goes from this kiss !!
See, she first gave him an Easter egg,
and then it became kissing. Everything is relying.
It seems this is the last self-portrait,
on which Kustodiev is still healthy and full of strength young man,
which is going to fulfill everything he has conceived.
Here Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev is 27 years old. To tuberculosis
the spine remained 4 years.
Four years later, he became fully immovable.
And until the end of his life, Kustodiev lived in a wheelchair.
In this state, with immovable legs and with constant
scary pain, he created his painted Russia. And Russian beauties.
Batcher-1. 1921
A merchant (old man with money). 1918
Kustodiev, Boris Mikhailovich. (1878-1927)
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This is certainly not a customer. This is - That is --kupets.
So he called clarifiers and all his employees.
For eyes of course. A merchant wife, his employees called --ama.
Icon in place. To be seen that: God - the gov ...
Baker. From the series "Rus. Russian types. " 1920
Kustodiev Boris Mikhailovich (1878-1927)
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Well, good !!! Yes, I didn't want to go away from such a customer !!
What do our excellent participants say?
You look at it - fire-guy !!
Pay attention to the date.
Kustodiev has completely paralyzed legs and in Petrograd Hododuha-Hododakh!
This is the 1920s in the hungry year. And hunger mowed the whole of Russia. And Trotsky has already suggested, to save, introduce
similarity NEP. But Lenin was not ready yet. Hunger was everywhere.
And in this hungry petrograd, Kustodiev created such a stunning abundance,
and created a life that (lives) in Russia was no longer at all.
This is a crawler !!
Good !!
Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev's grave. St. Petersburg,
Tikhvin cemetery, Alexander Nevsky Lavra.
Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev died on May 26, 1927
two months and three weeks after he turned 49 years old.
Benjamin.
P.S.
About Custodiev It is necessary to make several pieces, this size as today.
If I stay here, then maybe someday I will do a continuation.
This artist highly appreciated contemporaries - Repin and Nesterov, Shalyapin and Gorky. And again, many decades, with admiration, we consider his canvas with admiration, is a wide panorama of the life of old Russia, the masterfully captured, gets up.
He was born and grew up in Astrakhan, a city located between Europe and Asia. The motley world was lying in his eyes with all his diversity and wealth. We called to themselves the signs of the shops, Manil Living Court; attracted Volzhsky fairs, noisy bazaars, city gardens and quiet streets; Colorful churches, bright, glittering the church utensils by multilate; Folk customs and holidays - all this forever left his mark in his emotional, susceptible soul.
The artist loved Russia - and calm, and bright, and lazy, and restless, and all his work devoted her whole life, Russia.
Boris was born in the teacher's family. Despite the fact that Kustodiyev has repeatedly had "cool financially", the situation of the house was full of comfort, and even some grace. Music often sounded. The mother played on the piano, and along with the nanny loved to sing. Often they sang Russian folk songs. Love for the whole of the people was brought up by Kustodiev since childhood.
At first, Boris studied in the spiritual school, and then in the spiritual seminary. But the drawing of drawing, manifested from childhood, did not leave hope to learn the profession of the artist. By that time, Boris's father was already dead, and Kustodiyev had no money to study his own funds, he was helpful, his father's brother. At first, Boris took the lessons from the artist Vlasov, who came to Astrakhan for a constant place of residence. Vlasov taught a lot of future artist, and Kustodiev was grateful to him all his life. Boris enters the Academy of Arts in St. Petersburg, learn brilliantly. He graduated from Kustodiev Academy of 25 years with a gold medal and received the right to travel abroad and in Russia to increase his skill.
By this time, Kustodiev was already married to Yulia Evstafievna the stitch, in which he was very introduced and with which he lived all his life. She was his muse, girlfriend, assistant and adviser (and later for many years and nurse, and nurse). At the end of the Academy, they had already born the son of Kirill. Together with the family, Kustodiev went to Paris. Paris admired him, but the exhibitions did not really like it. Then I went (already alone) to Spain, there I met the Spanish painting, with artists, in letters shared with his wife's impressions (she waited for him in Paris).
In the summer of 1904, Kustodiev returned to Russia, settled in the Kostroma province, where they bought the block of the Earth and built their house, which was called "Terem".
As a man of Kustodiev was attractive, but complicated, mysterious and contradictory. He reunited in art common and private, eternal and instantaneous; He is a master of psychological portrait and author of monumental, symbolic canvases. He attracted a leaving past, and at the same time he lived to the events of today: World War, folk unrest, two revolutions ...
Kustodiev with enthusiasm worked in a variety of genres and types of fine art: wrote portraits, household scenes, landscapes, still lifes. Engaged in painting, drawings, performed the scenery to performances, illustrations to the books, even created engravings.
Kustodiev is a faithful successor of the traditions of Russian realists. He was very fascinated by the Russian folk lubk, under which many of his works stylized. He loved to portray colorful scenes from the life of merchants, burghers, from a folk life. With great love wrote meals, folk holidays, a festival, Russian nature. For the "honeycomb" of his paintings by many at the exhibitions scolded by the artist, and then for a long time could not move away from his cloths, quietly admiring.
Kustodiev took an active part in the unification of the "World of Art", exhibited his paintings in the exhibitions of the association.
At the 33rd year of life, a severe illness collapsed on Kustodiyev, she joined him, deprived the opportunity to walk. Transferring two operations, the artist until the end of the life was chained to the stroller. Very hurried hands. But Kustodiev was a man of high spirit and the disease did not make it give up his beloved business. Kustodiev continued to write. Moreover, it was the period of the highest flourishing of his work.
In early May 1927, the windy day of Kustodiev was cold and fell ill with inflammation of the lungs. And on May 26, he quietly UGAS. His wife survived for 15 years and died in Leningrad, in blockade.
The picture was written in Paris, where Kustodiev came with his wife and the newly born Son Kirill after the end of the Academy.
A woman in which you can easily learn the wife of the artist, bathes a child. "Pichuzhka", as his artist named, did not "yell," does not splash - the tries and concentrates - whether toy, some duckling, is it just a sunny bunny: they are so much around - on his wet a strong body, on the edges of the pelvis , on the walls, on the lush bouquet of flowers!
All the same Kustodiev type of women repeats: a nice, gentle maiden-beauty, about whom they spoke "writing", "sugar" in Russia. The face is full of the same pretty charms, which are endowed with the heroines of the Russian epic, folk songs and fairy tales: Easy blush, what is called, blood with milk, high arc eyebrows, sharp nose, mouth cherry, tight, thrown on the chest braid ... she is live , real and insanely attractive, mounted.
She semi-seat on a hillside among daisies and dandelions, and for her, under the mountain, such a wide Volzhsky space unfolded, such an abundance of churches that the spirit captures.
Kustodiyev merits this terrestrial, beautiful girl and this nature here, this Volzhsky space in a single inseparable integer. The girl is the highest, the poetic symbol of this land, all of Russia.
The painting "Girl on the Volga" was far from Russia - in Japan.
One day, Kustodiev with a friend, actor Luzhsky, drove in the flight and talked with a cab. Kustodiev drew attention to a large, black as a recideline's beard and asked him: "Where will you come from?" - "Kerzhenskaya we," - answered Kucher. "From the Old Believers, began to be?" - "Exactly, Your Wellness." - "And what, here, in Moscow, a lot of you, in Couchers?" - "Yes, enough. On Sukharevka here is your restaurant." - "That's nice, we will go there ..."
The pool stopped near the Sukhareva Tower and they entered the low, the stone building of the Rostovtsev tavern with thick walls. The smell of tobacco, sivuhi, boiled crayfish, pickles, pies hit the nose.
Huge ficus. Reddish walls. Low vaulted ceiling. And in the center at the table was sitting with a lihachi-cabin in blue cafts, with red slices. They drank tea, concentrately and silently. Heads are trimmed under the pot. Beards - one longer than the other. They drank tea, holding a saucer on the elongated fingers ... and immediately in the artist's brain was born a picture ...
Against the background of drunken-red walls, seven bearded painted cabrs are sitting in bright blue riding swords in their hands. They keep chinno, stepwise. Easto drink hot tea, burning, blowing on a tea with tea. Chinno, not in a hurry, lead a conversation, and one reads a newspaper.
We hurry into the hall with teapots and trays, their youth-curved bodies are funny to merge with a strip of teapots who were ready to be built on the shelves behind the bearded inquirer; Rounded the servant without the case; Carefully licks a wool a cat (good for the owner sign - to the guests!)
And all this action in bright, sparkling, frantic paints - having fun painted walls, and even palm trees, paintings, and white tablecloths, and teapots with painted trays. The picture is perceived as a living, cheerful.
The festive city with pulling the churches, the bell tower, the baths of the injured trees and haze from the pipes from the mountain, on which the carnival fun is unfolding.
Jumping a boyish fight, snowballs fly, ride uphill and carry the sleigh next. Here is a kuncher in a blue caftane, rejoice in the holiday sitting in a sleigh. And to meet them hardly rushed a gray horse, driven by a lonely cat, which was slightly turned into a ringerway, as if stopping in speed.
And at the bottom - the carousel, the crowds from the Balagan, living rooms! And in the sky - the clouds of birds, asked for a festive ring! And everything snakes, rejoicing the holiday ...
Burning, immense joy overlapping, looking at the canvas, takes into this dressed holiday, in which not only people in the sleigh, from the carousels and boalas, are ringing not only the harmonicists and the bubbles - here it snakes and rings dressed snow and run all the non-beam land, and Each tree sniffs, every house, and the sky, and the church, and even the dogs eat together with boys riding on sledding.
This is the holiday of the whole Earth, the Russian Earth. Sky, snow, motley crowds of people, harmors - all overwhelmed with green yellow, pink-blue overflowing paints.
This portrait of the artist wrote shortly after the wedding, he is full of gentle feeling to his wife. At first he wanted to write her standing, in full height on the steps of the porch, but then he sat her "bunker" (as he gently called her in letters) on the terrace.
Everything is very simple - the usual terrace of the old, slightly silver tree, which approached her close green greenery, the table, covered with a white tablecloth, a rude bench. And a woman, almost a girl, with restrained and at the same time a very trusting look, as directed to us ... And in reality on him, who came to this quiet corner and now he will lead it somewhere behind him.
The dog stands and looks at the hostess - calmly and at the same time as if expecting that now she will rise and they will go somewhere.
Good, the poetic world stands for the heroine of the painting, such an expensive artist, who happily recognizes him and in other people close to him.
Fairs Semenovskoe fairs were famous for the entire Kostroma province. On Sunday day, the old village believes in all its fair decoration, standing at the intersection of old roads.
On the shelves of Zoywareva laid their goods: arcs, shovels, birchy beerabs, rollers painted, children's whistles, sieve. But most of all, perhaps, the lapes, and therefore the name of the village is Semenovskoye-lapotte. And in the center of the village, the church is squat, strong.
Noise, Rings Talking Fair. The human singers says with bird homone; Galka on the bell tower arranged their fair.
There are belligent invitations around the circle: "But the pretzelki-pies! To whom with the heat with a couple, Kargo Iron!"
- "Napti, there are lapties! Advisory!"
_ "Eh, full-full of the battleship! Lubki colored, unpretentious, about foma, about Katya, about Boris yes about Prokhor!,"
On the one hand, the artist depicted a girl looking at the bright dolls, and on the other hand, the boy was glad to benutly, whistling lag behind his grandfather, that in the center of the picture. That calls him - "Where did you plant there, insufficient?".
And at the top over the rows of shelves, the canopies are almost merged with each other, their gray panels are smoothly moving into the dark roofs of remote rally. And then the green gave, blue sky ...
Sumptuously! Purely Russian Fair Fair, and it sounds like a harmonica - pushing and ringtones! ..
In the winter of 1920, Fyodor Shalyapin as the director decided to put the opera "enemy force", and the scenery was commissioned to perform Kustodiev. In this regard, Shalyapin drove to the artist home. I went with a frost right in the fur coat. I exhaled noisily - the white couple stopped in the cold air - the house was not treated, there was no firewood. Shalyapin spoke Something about flawless, probably fingers, and Kustodiev could not tear the eye from a blush face, from his rich, picturesque fur coat. It would seem that the eyebrows are imperceptible, whitens, and the eyes are faded, gray, and handsome! That's what to draw something! This singer is Russian genius, and his appearance must be preserved for descendants. And fur coat! What is a fur coat on it! ..
"Fyodor Ivanovich! We would be treated in this fur coat," he asked Kustodiev. "Like, Boris Mikhailovich? The fur coat is good, yes, perhaps she is stolen," Shalyapin muttered. "Judge, Fyodor Ivanovich?" "Yes No. A week ago I received her for a concert from some institution. They had no money to pay for money or flour. So offered a fur coat." "Well, we will fix it on the canvas ... it hurts it smooth and silky."
And the Kustodiev took a pencil and began to draw fun. And Shalyapin began to sing "ah, you're a night ..." The artist created this masterpiece for the singing of Fedor Ivanovich.
Against the background of the Russian city, a giant man, fur coat. It is important and representative in this luxurious, painted flipper, with a row on hand and with a cane. Shalyapin is so ospanist that involuntarily remember how a kind of viewer, having seen him in the role of Godunov, admiringly noticed: "Real king, not an impostor!"
And in the face, we will notice the discreet (he already knew the price) interest in the whole surrounding.
All his native here! At the platform of the Balagan, the traits are shred. Rysaki rushing down the street or peacefully stand waiting for the saddles. The bunch of multicolored balls pegs over the marketplace. The padded goes through the harmonic feet. Boyko trades the shopkeepers, and goes on the cold tea party from a huge samovar.
And over all this sky - no, not blue, it is greenish, it is because the smoke is yellow. And of course, in the sky your favorite daws. They give the opportunity to express the bottomlessness of the heavenly space, which always attracted and tormented the artist ...
All this lives in Shalyapin itself since childhood. Something he resembles a predominary leaving of these places, which, succeeded in life, appeared in his native Palestines to seem in all his brilliance and glory, and at the same time rushes to prove that she did not lose any of the past alley and forces.
As suited here the passing jesenne lines:
"To hell, I remove my costume English:
Well, let the braid - I will show you -
I'm not a pretentious, I'm not close to you,
I am not a ross of the village? "
And it seems that something like this is about to touch Fedor Ivanovich's lips and will fly a luxurious fur coat on the snow.
But the checkout admires himself in a new, risked colors, shawl. So I remember Pushkinskoye: "I am in the light of all Mile, all the rosy and whiter? .." And in the door it is, admires her husband, a merchant who probably brought her shawl from the fair. And he is happy that he managed to deliver this joy to his beloved wife ...
Hot sunny day, water sparkles from the sun, mixes the reflection of a tense shine, can be promising a thunderstorm of the sky and trees from a steep shore, as if melted on top of the sun. On the shore something shipped into the boat. A roughly choped bathing bath is also riveted by the sun; Shadow inside is easy, almost does not hide women's bodies.
The picture is full of greedily, sensually perceived life, its everyday flesh. The free game of light and shadows, the sails of the sun in the water makes you remember about the interest of mature Kustodiev to impressionism.
Provincial town. Tea drinking. Young beautician dear sits in a warm evening on the balcony. She is a serene, like an evening sky above her. This is some kind of naive goddess fertility and abundance. No wonder the table in front of it will break away from the digesters: next to a samovar, gilded dishes in plates fruit, snob.
A gentle blush shaves the whiteness of a holel face, black eyebrows slightly raised, blue eyes carefully consider away. In Russian, she drinks tea from a saucer, supporting it with chinful fingers. A cozy cat gently rubs about the shoulder of the hostess, a wide neckline of the dress opens the immensity of a round chest and shoulders. The terrace of another house is visible, where the merchant with a checkpone is sitting on the same occupation.
Here the household image clearly develops into a fantastic allegory of carefree life and earthly generous, sent to man. Yes, and the most lighted beauty, the artist Lukavo admires, as if one of the sweet terrestrial fruits. Only a little bit of the artist "landed" her image - a little more sipped her body, the fingers are fluttered ...
It seems incredible that this huge picture is created by a seriously ill artist a year before death and in the most unfavorable conditions (in the absence of the canvas, they pulled the back side of the old picture to the subframe). Only love for life, joy and cheerfulness, love for their, Russian, dictated him a picture of the Russian Venus.
A young, healthy, strong woman's body glows, brilliant teeth in shy and at the same time simply proud smile, plays light in silky loosen hair. As if the sun itself entered together with the heroine of the picture in a dark one, the bath is usually - and everything is lighted here! The light is overflowing in a soap foam (which the artist was whipped by one hand in the pelvis, another wrote); The wet ceiling, which reflected the couple's clubs, suddenly became like a sky with lush clouds. The door to the pre-banker is open, and from there through the window is visible to the sun-flooded winter city in anger, horse in harness.
Natural, deeply national ideal of health and beauty was embodied in the "Russian Venus". This beautiful image has become a powerful concluding chord of the richest "Russian Symphony" created by the artist in his painting.
The artist wanted this picture, according to his son, cover the whole cycle of human life. Although some painting connoisseurs argued that Kustodiyev talks about the wretched brazing stagnation, limited by the walls of the house. But it was not characteristic of Kustodiev - he loved the simple peaceful life of ordinary people.
Picture of multifigurine and multivalued. Here is an innocent provincial love duet of a girl sitting in an open window, with a young man worked on the fence, and if you move a little right - in a woman with a child seems to see the continuation of this novel.
Look to the left - and in front of you the most picturesque group: the policeman plays peacefully in his checkers with a bearded man in the midst, someone's naive and beautiful and beautiful - in a hat and poor, but tidy clothes, and dormantly listens to his speech, tearing off from a newspaper sitting near his institution Coffin master.
And higher as the result of the whole life - a peaceful tea party with those who passed with you hand in hand all life joy and adversity.
And the mighty poplar, adjacent to the house and as if his blessing his thick foliage is not just a landscape part, but almost a kind of double of human being - a tree of life with their various branches.
And everything goes, leaves the viewer's view up, to the boy, the illuminated sun, and soaring in the sky.
No, it is strongly not like this picture on the arrogant or even slightly indulgent, but still an accusatory verdict inhabitants of the "Blue House"!
Full ineverance of love for life, the artist, saying the words of the poet, blesses "and in the field every epics, and in the sky every star" and claims the relative proximity, the connection of "the epic" and "stars", everyday prose and poetry.
Wallpapers in colors, a rapid chest, on which a magnificent bed is arranged, covered with a blanket, somehow bodily cushioned pillows from pillowcases. And from all this excessive abundance, like Aphrodite from the sea foam, the heroine of the painting is born.
Before us is a magnificent, despose sleep from sleep on Perina Beauty. After throwing into a thick pink blanket, lowered the legs on a soft stand. With inspiration hammering chaste, it is Russian women's beauty, popular in the people: bodily luxury, purity of light blue tender eyes, an open smile.
Increased hands of lush roses on the chest, blue wallpaper behind her back. Stylizing under the lubok, the artist made a "slightly more" - and the completeness of the body, and the brightness of the paints. But this bodily abundance has not passed that the face for which it would be unpleasant.
And the woman is beautiful M Maja, like a wide Volga behind her back. This is the Russian Elena beautiful, who knows the power of his beauty, for which she chose to his wife, some merchant of the first guild. It is sleeping in the extent of beauty, standing high above the river, as a slender birch birch, the personification of peace and contentment.
There is a long, overflowing silk dress anxious purple color, hair is combed on a straight sample, a dark laid braid, a pear earrings are glittered in the ears, on the cheeks warm blush, on the hand decorated with shawl patterns.
She as much naturally fits into the Volga landscape with his colorfulness and a scope, like the world around him: there and the church, and the birds fly, and the river flows, the steamboats float, and the young merchant couple goes - also loved the beauty-kuphai.
Everything moves, runs, and it stands as a symbol of permanent, the best thing, which was, is and will be.
From left to right:
I.E. Grabar, N.K. Ryrich, E.E. Lesser, B.M. Kustodiev, I.Ya.Bibin, A.P.ostroumova-Lebedeva, A.N. Benua, G.I.Narbut, K.S.Petrov-Vodkin, N.D. Milioti, K.A. Osov, M.V. Dobzhinsky.
This portrait was ordered by Kustodiev for the Tretyakov Gallery. The artist did not decrease him for a long time, feeling high responsibility. But in the end agreed and began to work.
Long reflecting, whom and how to plant, imagine. He wanted not to just put in a row, as in the photo, and show every artist as a person, with his character, features, emphasize his talent.
Twelve people needed to portray in the process of discussion. Oh, these sealing disputes "Miriskusnikov"! Spores verbal, and more picturesque - line, paints ...
Here is Bilibin, the Old Comrade for the Academy of Arts. Barate and merry, expert of chastushk and vintage songs can, despite stuttering, utter the longest and fun toasts. Therefore, it costs here, like Tamada, with a glass, raised by the elegant movement of his hand. Byzantine beard threw the eyebrows with bewilderment raised upwards.
What was the conversation at the table? It seems that gingerbread filed to the table, and Benua discovered the letters "I.B."
Benouua with a smile turned to Bilibin: "Admit, Ivan Yakovlevich, that this is your initials. Have you done for bakers drawing? Capital earn?" Bilibin laughed and jokingly began to raise about the history of creating gingerbread in Russia.
But Lanser and Roerich are sitting from Bilibin. Everyone argues, and Roerich thinks, does not think, namely thinks. Archaeologist, historian, philosopher, enlightener with the prophet's deputy, cautious man with a diplomat manner, he does not like to talk about himself, about his art. But his painting says so much that there is already a whole group of interpreters of his creativity, which finds in his painting elements of the sacrament, magic, foresight. Roerich was elected chairman of the newly organized society "World of Art".
Green wall. Left bookcase and bust of the Roman emperor. Tile yellow-white oven. Everything likes in the house of Dobuzhinsky, where the first meeting of the founders of the "world of art" occurred.
In the center of the group - Benoit, critic and theorist, indisputable authority. With Benoit in Kustodiev, complex relationships. Benouua is a beautiful artist. His favorite topics - life at the court of Louis XV and Catherine II, Versailles, Fountains, the interiors of the palaces.
On the one hand, Benua liked the pictures of Kustodiev, but I rejected that there was nothing European in them.
On the right - Somov Konstantin Andreevich, the figure is imperturbable and balanced. His portrait wrote easily. Maybe because he reminded Custodiev Clap? Russian types artist always managed. Beleets starchy collar, cuff fashionable in shirtstick, black suit is rejuvenable, a sleeper full of hands are folded on the table. On the face of the expression of calm, contentment ...
The owner of the house is old friend Dobuzhinsky. How much experienced with him in St. Petersburg! .. How many different memories! ..
The Pose Dobuzhinsky, it seems, successfully expresses disagreement with something.
But sharply pushed the chair and Petrov-Vodkin turned. He is diagonally from Bilibin. Petrov-Vodkin burst into the artistic world is noisy and boldly, which did not like some artists, for example, Repin, they have a completely different look at art, another vision.
Left - clear profile of Igor Emmanuilovich Grabar. Chunky, with a not very folding figure, shaved square head, he is full of live interest in everything that happens ...
And here he himself, Kustodiev himself. He portrayed himself from the back, in the half-trip. Sitting next to him Ostrumova-Lebedev is a new member of society. An energetic woman with a male character is conversing a conversation with Petrov-Vodkina ...
Famous Russian artist Boris Kustodiev In his work, he often applied to the images of the deposits, the most famous among these works is "Kupchikha for tea". Many curious facts are connected with the picture: in fact, the artist posed at all the checkout, besides, written in 1918, the web still causes many disputes: did Kustodiev relate to his model with irony or sincerely she admired?
The topic of the measured merchant provincial life was for the artist connected with the memories of happy childhood and adolescence. Although the material living conditions of his family were very constant - the Father died early, and the care of four children lay on the shoulders of the mother - still the atmosphere of love and happiness reigned in the house. The 25-year-old widow tried to instill with children love for painting, theater, music and literature. With mercy of Boris Kustodiev, Boris Kustodiev was well acquainted from childhood - the family rented a fluege in a merchant house in Astrakhan. Subsequently, the artist will repeatedly return to its childhood memories of a leisurely happy life in a provincial city.
"Kuchuha for tea" Kustodiev wrote in 1918, at 40 years of age. Years of happy youth have long stayed behind, and with the arrival of the Bolsheviks to power, this life was lost irretrievably. Merchant homesteads and doodle checkpoints for stuck with alone tables now lived only in the artist's memory. The times were hungry and terrible, what he wrote to the director V. Luzhsky: "We live here it doesn't matter, it's cold and hungry, everything is just talking about food and bread ... I sit at home and, of course, I work and work, that's all our news".
In addition, at this time, the artist had serious health problems - back in 1911, he was diagnosed with "bone tuberculosis", later a tumor was formed in the spine, the disease has progressed, and by the time of writing the "checkpires for tea" by Kustodiev for three years chained to a wheelchair. Since then, according to the artist, his world became his room. But the lively the imagination worked. "The pictures in my head are replaced as a movie," said Kustodiev. The worse his physical condition became, the brighter and cheerful were his work. In this he found his salvation. Therefore, the statements that in their paintings, he intended to expose the pre-revolutionary Meshchansky life, is illuminating over peaceful checkposhs, they are unlikely to have real foundations.
In fact, "Kupchikha for tea" was not at all a checkpower, but a real baroness. Very often, representatives of the intelligent medium served as models for Kuchi Kustodiev. This time, the artist posed his neighbor in the house in Astrakhan Galina Vladimirovna Aerkas - Baroness from ancient kind, leading his story from the XIII century. At that time, the girl was a first-grandmother student of the medical faculty, although in the picture she looks much older and impressive than it was in reality. However, the author did not pursue the goal of portrait similarity - it is rather a collective image that becomes the personification of the entire county town.
Very little is known about the further fate of Galina Aerkas: according to some information, she left surgery and engaged in singing. In Soviet times, sang as part of the Russian choir in the management of the musical broadcasting of the All-Union Radiocomitte, participated in the voicing of films. Traces are lost in the 1930-1940s. - Presumably, she married and performed in the circus.
Kustodiev has not yet returned to a favorite topic and wrote me. There is still a dispute about whether it was an ironic styling of Meshchansky life or nostalgia on an irrevocably lost past. Judging by the special heat, with which the artist belongs to his checkpoints, these paintings have become an endless farewell for him with happy youth and a cute heart of the world. A - the embodied ideal of folk female beauty.