Georgian artist million red trojans. History of song "million of red trojans"
Mykola Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Pirosmanashvili), or Niko Pirosmani was born near Kakheti near the municipality of Mirzaani. To the inquiry about the century, Niko answered with a timid smile: Do you know the stars of me? An hour for a new year in its own way and not having to deal with the boring numbers on the calendar 
Father Mikoli used to be a gardener, he lived by himself, Niko grazed sheep, helping fathers, mother brother and two sisters. Strong life is often blamed on yoga pictures. 
Little Niko was less than 8 years old, if he was orphaned. Yogo fathers died one by one, older brother and sister. Wine and sister Pepuza lost themselves in the whole world. The girl was taken to the village by distant relatives, and Mikola, having eaten away at the bagat and the friendly homeland of the helpers of the Kalantarovs. Rich rokіv vіn having lived on the marvelous camp of the nap_vsluga-nap_vrodicha. Kalantarov fell in love with the “non-experimental” Niko, stench proudly showed the guests his baby, bred the boy Georgian and Russian diplomas and honestly tried to improve himself to some kind of craft, but the “non-discretionary” Niko didn’t want to grow up ... 
On the cob of the 1890s No one realized that the time had come for you to leave the hotel booths and grow up. Youmu was able to get the right landing on the railing. Vіn becoming a galvanic conductor. Only the service was not a joy to you. Standing on the bottom, barking at passengers who don't have a ticket, gazing at the gallows, not sleeping and listening carefully to the signals - not the best thing for an artist. Only nobody knew that Niko was an artist. Koristuyuchis skin zruchnoy bounty, No one go to work. At this hour Pіromanіshvіl vіdkrivаєі unsafe beauty zabuttya, yak granting wine... After three years of insatiable service, Pіromanіshvіlі vіlnyаієєєєє іz vіznіtі.
I don't want to try one more time to become a good hulk. Vin opens a dairy shop. A pretty cow flaunts on display, the milk is fresh, the sour cream is not diluted - let's go badly. Pіrosmanishvili will be at the dear Mirzaani's houses for the sister and wind up the curve with a flood. It’s unlikely that you’ll let it go in a moment that you’ll have a museum in your booth. Trade is an unavoidable occupation for an artist... Dimitra, a companion of Pirosmanishvili, took up the right side of the shop.
At the birch tree of 1909, a poster appeared on the pedestals in the Ortachal garden: “New! Belle Vue Theatre. Less than 7 tours of the beautiful Marguerite de Sevres near Tiflis. The unique gift of singing chansons and dancing cake-walk at once!” The Frenchwoman struck Mikola on the spot. “Not a woman, a pearl from an expensive screen!” - Viguknuv vin. In Tiflis, they loved to tell the story of the unfortunate kohanny Niko, and he recited the skin in his own way.
“Nіko benketuvav with friends and not pіshov at the hotel to the actress, wanting to win yoga,” the p'yanitsі said. Margarita spent nothing with the day Mikola, and then she snarled a little too much and went off! - the poets stverdzhuvali. “Loving one actress, but living on the stench of the rest,” they denounced the humility of reality. “The Russians did not in any way dream of Margarita, but painted a portrait on posters,” skeptics smash the legend with gunpowder. W light hand Alli Pugachova whole Radian Union singing a song about "million red trojans”, in a way, having remade his life, the artist for the sake of a kohan woman.
The romantic story is:
This summer wound is not disturbed in any way by others. Everything is so unwelcome, sleeping all around, the sun rose from Kakheti, so the donkeys cried themselves, tied to telegraph stovpiv. Having slept early at one of the provulkivs near Sololaki, the shadow lay on the ordinarily low wooden budinki. In one of these booths there were windows, on the other side there were small windows, and behind them Margarita slept, grimacing her eyes. Zagalom, the early morning of the day of the birth of Niko Pirosmanishvili and the same early morning at the narrow avenue in Sololaki did not appear arbi with a rare and light vantage. Arbi buli navantazhenі zrіzanimi sprinkled with water kvіta. It looked like it was given that the lives were filled with hundreds of crying oars. Arby chirped at Margarity's booth. Arobschiki, singing in a voice, began to pick up the rims of tickets and call them on the sidewalk and brukivka of the threshold. It seemed that the arbs were brought here to the city not only from Tiflis, but also from Georgia. The laughs of the children and the wiguks of the lords woke Margarita up. Vaughn's strength on the lie and sighed. The lakes of scents - refreshing, lagid, yaskravyh and lower, radiant and summary - reminded me of the morning. Shvilyovan Margarita, still unable to understand anything, suddenly pulled herself up. Vaughn dressed her best, naybagatshu cloth and important bracelets, cleaned up her bronze hair and dressed, smiled, she didn’t know what. Vona wondered what was sacred to her. Ale kim? І w what kind of attitude?
At the same hour, one person, thin and pale, ventured to cross the cordon of tickets and went to Margarita's booth in full with tickets. Natovp recognized yoga and lock. Tse buv zhebrak artist Niko Pirosmanishvili. De vin just taking a few pennies, to buy quchuguri kvitiv? Stilki pennies! Vіn іshov up to Margarita's booth, sticking their hands up to the walls. Everyone was cheering, like a nazustrіch you vibіgla z budinka Margarita - no one else has ever dreamed of її in such a glare of beauty, - beat Porosmani for thin, ailing shoulders and stooped down to her old chekmen and firstly kissed Niko on the lips. Kissed before the faces of the sun, that sky ordinary people.
Deyakі people vіdvertalis, schob shovat tears. People thought that it was great to know how to find the way to a beloved, even cold heart. Lyubov Niko did not scold Margarita. So, accept, praised everything. But all the same, you couldn’t understand, what is it really like that? Niko himself could not say anything. Nezabar Margarita knew herself a rich kokhan and flowed with him from Tiflis.
The portrait of the actor Margarita is a testament to a beautiful kohanny. White guise, white cloth, outrageously folded hands, a bouquet of white letters - and the actress’s laying down to the bottom were white words ... “Bilem I forgive,” - saying Pirosmani.
Mikola left the shop and became a wandering painter. The name of the Daedalus was often called briefly - Pіrosmanі. Dimitra acknowledging to his companion a pension - a ruble a day, but don't ask Niko to come for a penny. More than once they proclaimed yoma yes, fast work, but Niko zavzhdi was inspired. Nareshti, Pіrosmanі vygadav in the distance, like you were given, out. Vіn began to write yaskravі vivіski for dukhanіv for a squirt of obіdіv with wine that splinter evening. I took a penny to earn a part of the money, so that I could buy farbi and pay for nothing. Pratsyuvav vіn nadzvichayno fast - a few years passed with Niko on the zvichaynі picture and two or three days on the great work. All at once, these pictures cost millions, and for the life of an artist, having taken a lot of money for his work.
Most of them wept with him with wine and bread. “Life is short, like a donkey’s tail,” the artist lovingly repeats and pratsyuvav, pratsyuvav, pratsyuvav ... Having painted close to 2000 paintings, of which no more than 300 were killed.
Pirosmani took on a job, like a robot. “If we don’t practice over the lower, then how can I figure out how to see? - jovially speaking about his craft, and yet intently painting viviskis and portraits, posters and still lifes, patiently forbearing the will of the deputies. “It seems to me - paint a hare. I think it’s ok here, but for the sake of a little.”
He didn’t screw up Pіrosmanі pennies on the farby - he bought only the best, English ones, though he didn’t win more than a few colors in his paintings. Malyuvav Pіrosmani and on linen, i on cardboard, i on zherstі, ale volіv black kleyonku. Having written wine on him, not in the presence of vigilance, as if it were accepted to be respected, but to the one who would have become like this material to the artist with its texture and unbearable abilities, as if showing a black color in front of him. "The black background of the black life" having crooked their veins with their penzle - and then the men, women, children of that creature got up alive. The giraffe is penetratingly marveling at us.
The majestic lion, repainted from a siren box, with a fiery look. 
It is low and bezakhisno to marvel over the staring roes and deer. 
In Tiflis, there was a constellation of Georgian artists, who were acclaimed for their arts, but they did not succumb to Porosmani. Vіn is alive at the parallel world of spirits, drinking mortgages and rozvazhalny gardens, and, perhaps, the world would not know anything about it, yakby not happy vipadkovіst.
It became tse at 1912 roci. Pіrosmani was already 50 years old The French artist Michel de Lantu and the Zdanevichi brothers - Kirilo and artist Illya sings - came to Tiflis in search of new hostility. The stench was young and they checked amazingly. Tiflіs podkoriv і podgolomshiv young people. As if the stench bled the wine of the tavern mortgage "Varangian": the proud cruiser rose in the sea winds. Friends went in the middle and froze, golomsheni. The enemy students began to joke about the author of masterpieces. For a few days Zdanevichi and de Lantu followed Pіrosmanі. "Buv, ta pishov, and kudi - who knows yoga," they said to them. I axis nareshti - dovgoochіkuvana zustrіch. Pіrosmanі standing over the door diligently vyvodiv wrote "Molochna". Strimano bowed to the unknown and continued the work. Just finished the prayer, Niko accepted the request of the capital's guests to dine at the nearest tavern.
Zdanevichi brought 13 paintings of Pіrosmanі to St. Petersburg, organized an exhibition, started talking about the new step by step in Moscow, in St. Petersburg, and in Paris. The recognition came and “at their own vіtchiznі”: No one was asked for a meeting of the Association of Artists, they gave a trio of pennies, and they took pictures. Even though the artist wrote with his glory, everywhere he carried a newspaper sheet from him and, with ingenuous joy, showed his friends that we know.
Ale's glory turned to Niko's dark side... In that same newspaper, an evil caricature of Porosman appeared. Vіn buv images at the shirt, with bare feet, you were urged to walk away and rokіv in 20 take the fate of the exhibition of artists-pochatkіvtsіv. It is unlikely that the author of the caricature allowed some kind of effect to get out on the poor artist. No one was terribly imaginative, becoming more and more closed, surviving the suspense of people, the skin word has the same gestures of slurring - and more and more beer. “This world is not friendly with you, this world does not need you,” wrote the artist gіrki vіrshi
Pіrosmani completely drained their strength, revolutionary turmoil began in Georgia, clerks went bankrupt and the prayer became less and less ... zmіg get on your feet. Three days after lying alone, by the cold dark pedestal, then Yogo was taken to the liquor store, and he died. In the air of Pіrosmani, nothing was left - not valіzki with farbs, not robes, not to build graves. Lost more pictures.
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Niko Pirosmani is an artist of honor and greed, who paints penetrating masterpieces on cheap glue for a jar.
Pirosmani buv primitivistom. From quiet artists, about such people, far away from the mysticism that yogo rozuminnya, it seems "That I myself would not paint better." Ale, only a blind man can inspire all the penetratingness of the painting of a Georgian artist.
For it was given to the naїvnіstyu naїvnistyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstі naїkіontsі brіzіnі і svіtkovіh zastіl prihovani gliboі pochutya, bіl іrіz іdіdі і raіdіі іrіzі bіl. And everything becomes more and more obvious, even if you know a little about the life of Niko Pirosmani.
website choke on the talent of that inner strength of a self-taught artist from a small Georgian village. I dare to give a part of my pardon to you.
When Niko Pirosmanashvili was born, for a long time it was unbearable. Already, after many years after the death of the artist, the survivors turned over the archives of that half of Georgia and opened the river and the place of the people - 151 times near the small Kakhetian village of Mirzaani. At the nastіlka bіdnіy sіm'ї, scho already a child's future bathhouse of Georgia was given to serve in the wealth of this Tiflіs, de vin be a servant up to 20 years.
Small vines once again, if you were a conductor on the air. The first robot was a portrait of the chief of the retinue. I, it seems, that I didn’t go in, but Niko was right in the wake of the work.
Pіrosmani is not a “textbook” for a common Georgian of that hour. The new one did not have much of the famous innate gaiety, he was not cunning, he could not reach the minds and earn a penny. An honest, quiet, proud intellectual from a rural homeland, a kind of dream only about those who want to draw.
Vіn surviving on a lucrative income, trading in milk, but loving his own shop - he painted with її pishnye vouchers. And the paintings simply bestowed on their purchases, deyakі vіddavav vіddavav prіdavіv spodіvati spodіvatisya viruchiti troch pennies. The whole thing, softly seemingly, is not known to those who wanted to bathe the bagmen in Tiflis.
In the famine of Pіrosmani vtіk from Tiflis back to the fatherland. Having painted and svіy budinok at Mirzaanі, having clicked a benket, and then having written about the benket chotiri pictures. As a result, they showed you that it is not the hungriest of life in the world with painting.
Vesilla near Georgia
Krasunya
Vision for the beer house "Zakatala"
No one turned at the great place and stood behind the hedgehog, wine and a few pennies to paint whiskey for the spirits. Abo write thematic pictures. Neither the artist nor the dukhans had a penny for cloths and doshka, and for this I took those that were in direct reach - kleyonki from the tables. The oilcloths were mostly black, which is why they signified richly, as if they had become a kind of yoga painting. I don’t care about the black color of the “canvas”, farbi yogo paintings were always clean and strong.
Still lifes, merry zastіllya, scenes of village life, creatures, foxes - the axis of those, like Porosmans were inhaled. Vіnіkoli not in a moment be satisfied with just one thing. If you got the idea to write for the spirits of grapes and meat, you began to write for people. І navit vigaduvati marvelous names for your "clients" - for example, "One does not need to drink."
Still life
Friends of Begos
Black lion
Viviska for spirits
Niko Porosmani did not mother his homeland. No friends, no children. Natomist was in love with the actress named after Margarita. Kokhannya is all-glowing, painful, and, unfortunately, inseparable. Vaughn didn’t give up respect for Yogo Zalitsyanna, didn’t try to conquer the Kohana to make her a portrait, which mitets so called - “Actress Margarita”.
Actress Margarita
About yoga, I’ll stop trying to pierce the heart of an impregnable beauty radian hours the bula was written by the most famous song. Її know everyone who was born in the SRSR - "Million red trojans".
They were not trojans, obviously, and no one knows for sure how many tickets were right, but Niko arrived at Margarita’s booth early on the day of his narodzhennia in the escort, loaded to the top with different tickets. I slept the whole street in front of the actress's booth so that I couldn't see the brook.
Thin and blіdy, vіn chekav, if you won't see. Margarita left the house, aghast, kissed Niko at the lip and went away. There was no happy end.
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firewood seller
(Mikola Pirosmanishvili) - the most famous Georgian self-taught artist of the late 19th - early 20th century, a kind of primitivist style. Lyudina, they didn’t commemorate yak for life, and they gave yak more respect for three years before death, yak she created 2000 paintings, paintings and visions, practically for no cost, and died in the absence of home, and yak after 100 years they put up from Paris to New York . This life is a sumptuous and often tragic story, but in Russia it is known mainly for the song "Million of red trojans", although not everyone is aware that the "Georgian artist" from the song is the same Pirosmani.
In Georgia, it is the most connected with these names, to which the mother is told about the life of this people. For whom I am writing this little text.
Porosmani marvel at the ledge of Margarita. ("Pіrosmani", a film of 1969)
Early rock
Niko Pіrosmani was born in the village of Mirzaanі, bіlya Sіgnakhі. Yogo father was a gardener Aslan Pirosmanishvili, and his mother was Tekle Toklikashvili from the secluded village of Zemo-Machkhani. The name of Pіrosmanіshvili was at that hour known and numerous, and it seems that at the same time there are a lot of them in Mirzaan. Once you get out of the artist's place, you'll get a pseudonym. His name is Pіrosman, Pіrosmanі, Pіrosman, and іnоdі on іm'ya - Nikala. In іstorіyu vin uvіyde yak "Pіrosmanі".
The day of yoga people is not celebrated. Rock of the people is mentally vvazhaetsya 1862 rec. The new one has an older brother Georgiy and two sisters. Batko died in 1870, brother - even earlier. Pіrosmanі having lived at Mіrzaanі usі pershі 8 years of his life until the death of the father, after which he was sent to Tbilisi. From that hour onwards, I showed up in Mirzaan less than once. Mayzha nothing was saved in the village from that hour, because the Mirzaan temple was clearly standing by the river in its place.
From 1870 to 1890, there was a majestic gap in the biography of Pirosmani. Zgidno z Paustovsky, among the circa Pirosmani is alive in Tbilisi and worked as a servant in a good homeland. This version is richly explained - for example, more familiarity with painting, and that snobbery, like Pіrosmani cheering on the middle class. Here, the circle of wines ceased to wear peasant clothes and switched to European.
We know that we are alive in Tbilisi, we see our village, but we don’t know the details of the day. 20 fates of inauspiciousness. In 1890, Vin became a galvanized conductor on the railing. The receipt dated April 1, 1890 about the withdrawal was preserved planting instructions. Pіrosmanі vіdpratsyuvav conductor near chotiroh rokіv, vіdvіdavshi for the whole hour deyaki places of Georgia and Azerbaijan. There was no such thing as a fire conductor, and on December 30, 1893, a bill of 45 rubles was awarded for help. It is worth noting that the same rocks led Yogo to think about the creation of the painting "Potyag", as some people call it "Kakheti train".
In Kostyantyn Paustovsky, one more version of quiet podia is induced: Porosmani, after these words, having painted his first picture - a portrait of the head of the warehouse of that yoga squad. A portrait of a marvelous deshcho, the chief was angry and vygnav Pіrosmanі zі service. Ale tse, pevne, myth.
Є one wondrous zbіg. While Pіrosmani served on the zaliznitsi, there, in 1891, the Russian vagabond Peshkov came to the rock. From 1891 to 1892, the wines were propagated from Tbilisi at the salvage repair shops. Then Yegnati Ninoshvili said to you: "Write those that you tell so well." Peshkov, having become a writer, announced the publication of Makar Chudra, and Peshkov, becoming Maxim Gorky. The director Joden, without even thinking of making a scene, de Gorky, twisted the nuts on the locomotive in the presence of Pіrosmani.
Here at those fates - maybe in the 1880s, Pіrosmani having accumulated pennies and having created a small house with Mirzaan, which has been saved to this day.
House of Porosmani in Mirzaani
First paintings
Pіslya zalіznitsі Pіrosmanі kіlka rokіv trading in milk. The new one didn’t have his own cloakroom, but he just stylized it. It’s impossible to see exactly de vin trading - or on the Vereisky uzvoz (de at once hotel "Redisson") or on the Maidan. Or maybe, changing the month. This moment is important for yoga biography - the very same wines, starting to write pictures. The first such boules, maybe, little ones on the wall of the yoga shop. The help of yoga companion Dimitar Alugishvili and yoga squads have been lost. One of the first portraits was the portrait of Alugishvili ("I was black and looked scared. The children lied, I had a chance to burn"). The team of Alugishvili then guessed that they often painted naked women. Tsikavo, scho tsya theme then passed at Pіrosmanі pіsmanі і in yogo pіznіh pictures erotica zovsіdsutnya.
Piromania's milk trade was not successful. Mabut, already at the same time Yogo snobbery and asocialness were showing. Vіn not respecting his work, vіn nasty converging with people, unique in collectives, and already in ti rocs behaved so marvelously that they were afraid of yogo. Like a request for an obid vіn vіdpovіv: "Why do you ask me, if you don't blame the cunning in your heart?"
Postupovo Pіrosmani leaving the work and switching to a vagabond way of life.
rosequit
The best fates of Pіrosmani – about ten years approximately from 1895 to 1905. Vіn leaving the work and switching to the way of life of a free artist. Artists often live for the patronage of patrons - in Tbilisi such were dukhans. The stinks made musicians, spivaks and artists. For them, Pirosmani, after having painted pictures. Malyuvav vіn shvidko and selling them cheaply. The best robots went for 30 rubles, and those, which are simpler, for a cup of burner.
One of the chief zamovniks of Bego Yaksiyev, a kind of dukhan here was a modern reminder of Baratashvili. At the same spirit Pіrosmanіshvіl lived a few years and wrote a picture "Bego's Campaign". The second version is that the man at the capelus and with fish in his hands is Porosman himself.
"Company Bego", 1907 rec.
A rich hour of Pіrosmanі provіv near Titіchev at the spirit "Eldorado" in the Ortachal gardens. Tse buv navit is not a dukhan, but a great park of roses. Here Pіrosmani created his best paintings - "Giraffe", "Beauty Ortachala", "Dvirnik" and "Black Lion". The rest of the spellings for the sin of the dukhannik. The main part of the paintings of that period later went to the Zdanevich collection, and at once they moved to the Black Gallery on Rustaveli.
At the same time, wine is alive at the spirit of "Racha" - it's only incomprehensible that in that "Racha", which can be found on Lermontov Street at the same time.
Zaroblennogo hung on zhu that farbi. Zhitlo having pressed the dukhannik. Hunted for those who could see the native village of Mirzaani and other places. A lot of rokіv because of that smattering of yogo paintings were found in the Mountains and another sprat - in Zestafoni. Chi buvav Pіrosmanі in Signakhі? Spirne nutrition. There are no pictures of yogo there, although only the largest population point in the order of yogo village.
Ale didn’t hang out any more.
I'm not alive anywhere for a long time, even though the iniquitous minds were passed on to you. Vіn passing from month to month, most importantly in the area of the Tbilisi railway station - near the quarters of Didube, Chugureti and Kukiya. For an hour you lived on Molokanskaya Street near the railway station (at the same time - Porosmani Street).
Pisav Porosmani is important with farbs good quality- European and Russian. As the basis of vicoristing walls, boards, plaques of leaves, and most often - black tavern kleyonki. That is why the black ashes in the paintings of Porosmani are not a farba, but the vlasny color of the glue. For example, the famous "Black Lion" spellings of one white farboi in black kleonci. A wondrous choice of material was called to the point that the paintings of Pіrosmani were well preserved - rather, lower paintings of those artists who wrote on canvases.
History with Margarita
At the share of Pіrosmanі buv a turning point and becoming a wine in 1905 roci. This moment is a garna and a sum of history, like a "million red trojans". That fate to Tbilisi came from a tour of the French actress Marguerite de Sevres. Vaughn slept at the rozvazhalnyh mortgages near the Verey gardens, wanting alternative versions: Ortachal gardens and Mushtaid park. Paustovsky described in detail that artistic description of how Porosmani succumbed to an actress - a fact that is widely known, perhaps, historical. The actress herself is also a historical character;
Okrim tsgogo zalishivsya portrait of the robot Pіrosmanі that photograph 1969 roku. І axis zgіdno with the classic version of podіy, Pіrosmanі unreasonably like buying a million bright-red trojands, and granting vranci to Margarita. In 2010, many journalists praised that a million trojans - 12 single-room apartments near Moscow. In the report version of Paustovsky, it’s not trojans that are guessing, but different scores.
The grand gesture did little to add to the artist: the actress veiled from Tbilisi with Kimos and others. It is important that the actress Porosmani painted her portrait when they saw her. The elements of the portrait suggest that often the caricature and writings of the wines should be kept, although not all mystical sciences will be fine with it.
So one of them appeared vіdomih robіt Pirosmani. The story itself became the home of Paustovsky, and later on the same plot they wrote the song "Million of Red Trojans" (based on the Latin song "Given Mary a life"), as in 1983 Pugachova first fell asleep, and the song won popularity. Few people know about the similarity of the plot.
History with Margaret stay rocky has become a kind of cultural brand that is known as a novelty, it has become a popular brand in the film "Kohannya with an Accent" in 2011.
degradation
I thought that the story of Margarita broke the life of Porosman. You can switch to an absolutely vagrant way of life, spend the night in basements and booths, small for a glass of burner or a piece of bread. Even more often in that period (1905 - 1910) I lived with Bego Yaksiyev, but sometimes I disappeared inexplicably. Yogo was already known in Tbilisi, yoga was hung with pictures of all spirits, but the artist himself actually pretended to be a zhebrak.
Vyznannya
In 1912, the French artist Michel Le Dantu came to Georgia at the request of the Zdanevich brothers. On a summer evening, "when the sun went down, those silhouettes of blue and purple girs in the yellow sky drank their color" the stink three times leaned on the station square and went to the Varyag tavern. In the middle of the stench, the impersonal paintings of Pіrosmani were revealed, they cheered: Zdanevich guessed that Le Dantu had matched Pіrosmani with the Italian artist Giotto. At that hour, the myth about Giotto was gone, it was like a shepherd, grazed sheep, and painted pictures in the woods near the stove, as if they remembered it and appreciated it. Tse porіvnyannya rooted in culturology.
(The scene with the view of "Varyag" was removed from the film "Pirosman", where it can be known on the very cob)
Having added a few paintings of the artist to Le Dantu, and sent them to France, de їхній the trace was ruined. Kirilo Zdanevich (1892 - 1969) became the legacy of the work of Porosman and the first collector. This year, the collection was transferred to the Tbilisi Museum, moved to the Museum of Mythology, and was first exhibited at once (timchasovo) at the Blakytny Gallery on Rustaveli. Zdanevich, having painted his portrait of Porosman, which he saved himself.
Zgodom Zdanevich to publish the book "No Pirosmanishvili". On February 10, 1913, Yogo brother Illya, having published the article "Artist-nugget" in the newspaper "Transcaucasian Mova", de Bulo put up a list of Porosman's work, it was ordered that he should be known in some spirit. There it was appointed that P_rosmani lives at the address: Pogrіb Kardanakh, Molokanska Budinok Street 23. After this article, another sprat appeared.
Zdanevichi ruled in early 1916 a small exhibition of the work of Porosmani in their apartment. Porosmani buv commendations by the "Association of Georgian Artists", as if falling asleep Dmitro Shevardnadze - the same one who in 1937 was shot for bad weather from Beriye near the Metekhi temple. Same time, at the grass of 1916, Pіrosmanі buv requests for a meeting of the partnership, de movchki sat for an hour, marveling at one point, and saying:
So the axis, brothers, you know, we can evoke a great wooden house at the heart of the place, so that we will be close, we will make a great house, so we can get on the mission, we will buy a great samovar, we will drink tea and talk about the science. If you don’t want anything else, we’ll tell you otherwise.
This phrase characterizes not only Porosmani himself, but also the culture of tea drinking, as it died out in Georgia.
After that meeting, Shevardnadze wisely called Porosmani to the photographer, and so the artist’s photograph appeared, for a trivaly hour it was respected by one.
The knowledge did not change anything in the life of Pirosman. Yogo escapism has progressed - wine does not want any help. The "Association of Georgian Artists" donated 200 rubles and handed them over to you through Lado Gudiashvili. Over the course of the year, they took 300 more, but they couldn’t even know Pirosmani.
At the age of 1916, 1917 - Pirosmani lives more importantly on Molokanskaya Street (now Porosmani Street). Yogo kіmnata was saved and at the same time part of the museum. The very same room, de Gudiashvil, handing over 200 rubles to you.
Death
Porosmani died in 1918, if you were three times less than 60 years old. Surround tsієї podії deshcho vague. Є version, yogo knew we would die of hunger at the basement of booth No. 29 on Molokansky Street. Prote, Titian Tabidze, zoomed in on Archil Maisuradze's rebirth, a kind of reminder of the rest of the days of Porosman. For yoga words, Pіrosmani spent the rest of the day painting paintings in the spirit of Abashidze beating the station. As if, zaishovshi to the new one in the basement (budinki 29), Maisuradze said that Porosmani was lying on the bed and haystack. "I'm rotten. I've been lying here for three days and I can't get up..." Maisuradze called a phaeton, and the artist was taken to the Aram'yants' liquor.
No further. Pіrosmanі znik, i mistse yogo zaharashchennya nevіdome. At the Pantheon on Mtatsminda, you can make a plaque with the date of death, or it will lie by itself, without a grave. Vіd Pіrosmani hasn't lost its daily speeches - it hasn't lost its farb. For some reason, Vin died at night on Palm Sunday, 1918, the year - the same date.
Lasts
Vin died at the moment when Yogo's fame was no longer popular. Through the river, near 1919 roci, Galaktion Tabidze guesses yoga in one verse like someone else.
Porosmani died, but his paintings were still scattered around the dukhans of Tbilisi, and the brothers Zdanevichi continued to pick them up, uncaring in the warehouse of the material camp. As if it were true to Paustovsky, then even in 1922 the fate of the wines was alive at the hotel, the walls of which were hung with "oilcloths" of Porosmani. Paustovsky wrote about his pershu zustrich іz tsimi pictures as follows:
I prokinuvshis, maybe, it's too early. Rizke that dry sun lay obliquely on the protilezhnіy wall. I looked at the whole wall and gathered. My heart started beating very fast. Zі stіni marveling at me right in the eyes - anxious, thirsty and obviously suffering, but not able to tell about the suffering - like a wondrous beast - stresses, like a string. That buv giraffe. A simple giraffe, like Porosman, could be, bachelor at the old Tifl zoo. I turned back. Ale, I’m aware, I know that the giraffe is staring at me and I know everything that is in my soul. It was deathly quiet in the mustache booth. Dosi slept. I saw the eyes of a giraffe, and I immediately succeeded, that I was viyshov from a simple wooden frame, to stand a charge and a check, so that I said it was even simpler and more important, that I may rose to dry, revive . , powdered kleyontsі.
(The paragraph is even more wondrous - the famous "Giraffe" was created and saved in the "Eldorado" rose garden in Ortachali, de Paustovsky is unlikely to spend the night for a moment.)
In 1960, the museum of Porosmani opened in the village of Mirzaani, and at the same time the same branch in Tbilisi - the museum of Porosmani on Molokansky Street, in Budinka, de vin died.
Becoming a Rock of Yogo Glory in 1969. Which year the exhibition Porosmani was shown at the Louvre - and especially the Minister of Culture of France. They write that Margarita herself came to that exhibition, and they managed to take a picture for history.
In the same year, the film studio "Georgia-Film" took the film "No Porosmani". A film of viyshov indiscretions, wanting something more meditative. The first actor is not much like Pirosman, especially in youth.
Since then, the future has been rich in all the countries of the world right up to Japan. Numerous posters of these exhibitions can be seen at the museum of Pіrosmany near Mirzaan.
For example, in the 19th century, Europe was going through a scientific and technological revolution and at the same time a technological progress was developing. Having revived the ancient, ancient hour, the myth about those that in the past people lived in natural simplicity and were happy. Europe got to know the culture of Asia and Africa and raptly virishila that it is primitive creativity and ideal natural simplicity. In 1892, the French artist Gauguin left Paris and entered the civilization in Taiti, to live in nature, in the midst of simplicity, that free roam. In 1893, France began to pay respect to the artist Henri Rousseau, who called out to learn only from nature.
Here the mustache zrozumilo - Paris became the center of civilization and got tired of it, beginning itself in the new. Ale in those rocks - close to 1894 - the beginnings of the little Porosmani. It is important to admit that you are tired of civilization, or that you are respectfully following the cultural life of Paris. Pіrosmani, in principle, is not the enemy of civilization (and even more so). Vіn tsіlkom mіg pіti in the mountains and live in a strong state - like Vazha Pshavela sings - ale vin not being a villager and with all his behavior giving an understanding that wine is a miserable person. Vіn not vchivsya malyuvaty, but when you want to malyuvaty - and malyuva. Yogo painting has an ideological message, like Gauguin and Rousseau. Come out, not copying Gauguin, but simply painting - but it turned out, like Gauguin. Yogo the genre is not vague, but having created itself, obviously. In this rank, he became not a follower of primitivism, but his founder, and the people of a new genre in such a deaf corner, like Georgia - it’s marvelous and may be neimovirno.
Krіm svoєї volі Pіrosmanі nіbi dovіv іv correctness of the logic of primіtіvіstіv - the stench vvvazhnі, scho pravzhnє mystetstvo narodzhuєєstvo pose tsivіlіzatsієyu, and it was born in Transcaucasia. Possibly, the very same Pіrosmani becoming so popular with artists of the twentieth century.
Vіn bv primitivistom. From quiet artists, about such people, far away from the mysticism that yogo rozuminnya, it seems "That I myself would not paint better." Ale, only a blind man can inspire all the penetratingness of the artist's painting.
For it was given to the naїvnіstyu naїvnistyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstyu naїvnіstі naїkіontsі brіzіnі і svіtkovіh zastіl prihovani gliboі pochutya, bіl іrіz іdіdі і raіdіі іrіzі bіl. And everything becomes more and more obvious, even if you know a little about the life of Niko Pirosmani.
Bulat Okudzhava reads his poem "Pirosmani"
Mykola Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Pirosmanashvili), or Niko Pirosmani was born near Kakheti near the municipality of Mirzaani. To the inquiry about the century, Niko answered with a timid smile: Do you know the stars of me? An hour for a new one in its own way and not spying on boring numbers on the calendar.
Father Mikoli used to be a gardener, he lived by himself, Niko grazed sheep, helping fathers, mother brother and two sisters. Strong life is often blamed on yoga pictures.
Little Niko was less than 8 years old, if he was orphaned. Yogo fathers died one by one, older brother and sister. Wine and sister Pepuza lost themselves in the whole world. The girl was taken to the village by distant relatives, and Mikola, having eaten away at the bagat and the friendly homeland of the helpers of the Kalantarovs. Rich rokіv vіn having lived on the marvelous camp of the nap_vsluga-nap_vrodicha. Kalantarov fell in love with the “non-experimental” Niko, stench proudly showed the guests his baby, bred the boy Georgian and Russian diplomas and honestly tried to improve himself to some kind of craft, but the “non-discretionary” Niko didn’t want to grow up ...
On the cob of the 1890s No one realized that the time had come for you to leave the hotel booths and grow up. Youmu was able to get the right landing on the railing. Vіn becoming a galvanic conductor. Only the service was not a joy to you. Standing on the bottom, barking at passengers who don't have a ticket, gazing at the gallows, not sleeping and listening carefully to the signals - not the best thing for an artist. Only nobody knew that Niko was an artist. Koristuyuchis skin zruchnoy bounty, No one go to work. At this hour Pіromanіshvіl vіdkrivаєі unsafe beauty zabuttya, yak granting wine... After three years of insatiable service, Pіromanіshvіlі vіlnyаієєєєє іz vіznіtі.
I don't want to try one more time to become a good hulk. Vin opens a dairy shop. A pretty cow flaunts on display, the milk is fresh, the sour cream is not diluted - it’s better to go even worse. Pіrosmanishvili will be at the dear Mirzaani's houses for the sister and wind up the curve with a flood. It’s unlikely that you’ll let it go in a moment that you’ll have a museum in your booth. Trading is an unavoidable occupation for an artist... Dimitra, a companion of Pirosmanishvili, took up the right side of the shop.
At the birch tree of 1909, a poster appeared on the pedestals in the Ortachal garden: “New! Belle Vue Theatre. Less than 7 tours of the beautiful Marguerite de Sevres near Tiflis. The unique gift of singing chansons and dancing cake-walk at once!” The Frenchwoman struck Mikola on the spot. “Not a woman, a pearl from an expensive screen!” - wiggling vin.
The love of the poor artist was bouldered by the tractors. And even though Niko was loved no less, lower її, she could not step over herself and indulge in pretentiousness. Vіn tried to win її for an additional picture, as if calling Margarita like that, then we stole the house. Vaughn did not give Yogo a glance. This led Yogo to lack of self-reliance - for an hour falling on the scribbled path, which the legs of the charming Margaret and I passed serenely, she followed them with tears, falling down to them with cracks, which cracked in the love speck.
There was even more beauty in the sight. Like a true Christian, she could not understand, like this summer already, without a trace, a talented person, created an idol from her. Kim Won could become youmu? Druzhina? Pretty sure. Їy on the back of my head happened to become a mother, constantly wiping my tears and supporting everyone. Kokhanka? Ale khіba tsya proud th troshki bozhevіlna lyudyna could come in handy on the taka?
In Tiflis, they loved to tell the story of the unfortunate kohanny Niko, and he recited leather in his own way:
"Nіko benketuvav with friends and not pіshov at the hotel to the actress, wanting to win yoga," the p'yanitsі said.
Margarita spent nothing with the day Mikola, and then she snarled a little too much and went off! - repeated sing.
“Having loved one actress, but the stench lived well,” they denounced the shouldered reality.
“The Russians did not in any way dream of Margarita, but painted a portrait on posters,” skeptics smash the legend with gunpowder.
From the light hand of Alla Pugachova, the entire Radyansk Union sang a song about “a million red trojans”, as if the artist had changed his life for the sake of a kohan woman.
The romantic version of the story is as follows:
This summer wound is not disturbed in any way by others. Everything is so unwelcome, sleeping all around, the sun rose from Kakheti, so the donkeys cried themselves, tied to telegraph stovpiv. Having slept early at one of the provulkivs near Sololaki, the shadow lay on the ordinarily low wooden budinki.
In one of these booths there were windows, on the other side there were small windows, and behind them Margarita slept, grimacing her eyes. Zagalom, the early morning of the day of the birth of Niko Pirosmanishvili and the same early morning at the narrow avenue in Sololaki did not appear arbi with a rare and light vantage.
Arbi buli navantazhenі zrіzanimi sprinkled with water kvіta. It looked like it was given that the lives were filled with hundreds of crying oars. Arby chirped at Margarity's booth. Arobschiki, singing in a voice, began to pick up the rims of tickets and call them on the sidewalk and brukivka of the threshold. It seemed that the arbs were brought here to the city not only from Tiflis, but also from Georgia.
The laughs of the children and the wiguks of the lords woke Margarita up. Vaughn's strength on the lie and sighed. The lakes of scents - refreshing, lagid, yaskravyh and lower, radiant and summary - reminded me of the morning. Shvilyovan Margarita, still unable to understand anything, suddenly pulled herself up. Vaughn dressed her best, naybagatshu cloth and important bracelets, cleaned up her bronze hair and dressed, smiled, she didn’t know what. Vona wondered what was sacred to her. Ale kim? І w what kind of attitude?
At the same hour, one person, thin and pale, ventured to cross the cordon of tickets and went to Margarita's booth in full with tickets. Natovp recognized yoga and lock. Tse buv zhebrak artist Niko Pirosmanishvili. De vin just taking a few pennies, to buy quchuguri kvitiv? Stilki pennies! Vіn іshov up to Margarita's booth, sticking their hands up to the walls. Everyone was cheering, like a nazustrіch you vibіgla z budinka Margarita - no one else has ever dreamed of її in such a glare of beauty, - beat Porosmani for thin, ailing shoulders and stooped down to her old chekmen and firstly kissed Niko on the lips. Kissed before the faces of the sun, the sky that simple people.
Deyakі people vіdvertalis, schob shovat tears. People thought that it was great to know how to find the way to a beloved, even cold heart. Lyubov Niko did not scold Margarita. So, accept, praised everything. But all the same, you couldn’t understand, what is it really like that? Niko himself could not say anything. Nezabar Margarita knew herself a rich kokhan and flowed with him from Tiflis.
The portrait of the actor Margarita is a record of a beautiful kohanny. A whiter face, a whiter dress, an outrageously folded hands, a bouquet of whiter letters - and the actress’s words were laid to the ground... "I forgive you," said Pirosmani.
Mikola left the shop and became a wandering painter. The name of the Daedalus was often called briefly - Pіrosmanі. Dimitra acknowledged to his companion a pension - a ruble for a day, but don't ask Niko to come for a penny. More than once they proclaimed yoma yes, fast work, but Niko zavzhdi was inspired.
Nareshti, Pіrosmanі vygadav in the distance, like you were given, out. Vіn began to write yaskravі vivіski for dukhanіv for a squirt of obіdіv with wine that splinter evening. I took a penny to earn a part of the money, so that I could buy farbi and pay for nothing. Pratsyuvav vіn nadzvychayno shvidko - kіlka years vytrachalo Niko on zvichaynі paintings and two or three days on the great work. All at once, these pictures cost millions, and for the life of an artist, having taken a lot of money for his work.
Most of them wept with him with wine and bread. “Life is short, like a donkey’s tail,” the artist lovingly repeats and pratsyuvav, pratsyuvav, pratsyuvav ... Having painted close to 2000 paintings, of which no more than 300 were killed. .
The Russians tried to help a few Russian artists, brothers Zdanevichi. But near Moscow, the paintings of the poor Georgian artist were far from understood by everyone. Before that, similar pictures could create a whole school of art. In a word, happy lottery ticket so i got rid of the unseen suvori Doli.
Pirosmani took on a job, like a robot.
Yakscho mi will not practice over the lower, then how can I zoom in?
I, however, intently painted viviskis and portraits, posters and still lifes, patiently victorious over the will of the deputies.
It seems to me - paint a hare. I think it's ok here, but for the slightest reason.
The artist remained sick for the whole hour, all the spirits went bankrupt, a revolutionary turmoil began in the city, and the wines ran out without help for the foundation. Suspіlstvo georgian artists vyrіshilo help Pіrosmani, but to know yogo follow not far away
On May 5, 1918, 96 years ago, in one of the hospitals for everyday life in Tbilisi, a living artist died. The day before, the judge, having realized that No one was showing up in public today, got together and set up the doors in the commissary, de vine is alive. The 56-fold "painter", as yoga was called by friends, lay at the deep hungry innocence. The new one already had no strength and smashed his eyes.
Why didn't you come back to us? Chi without calling someone? - huddled for gray heads Garni people. - We wouldn't let you die in such a cruel way!
Oh, Tse our Niko! - explaining some of the closest friends. - I wouldn’t confess to anyone and I wouldn’t admit that there’s no bread in the yogo booth ...
Vmirayuchy was taken to the likarni, wondering. Ale diva zustrіchayutsya more rarely. The coming day Pirosmani died. He didn’t have any documents, and in the medical book they wrote him down like a nevіdomy bіdnyak, vіn no pohoveniya on tsvintarі. Where is the grave of Pirosmani, unknown. Before the very death of the wine, for a few seconds, I came to you, flattening my eyes. Ale didn’t get enough strength for the words, and only a stingy human tear quietly sprung into the fuse of a naked shock.
The brothers Zdanevichi in the lands chose and wrote a biography of that book, consecrated to Pіrosmani, their names were included in all encyclopedias. The stench may have taken all the robots of Porosman, built on glue-ons and shiny shirts. The museum of Tbilisi keeps most of the artist's works.
In 1969, an exhibition of yoga robot was held near Paris, in the Louvre. The painting "Actress Margarita" is small with particular respect for the Parisians. Until now, a middle-aged woman came up to the picture of the day. It was carried out, the docks of Georgian artists did not remember what was happening in the bedroom - at the opening of the eyes, at the viraz of the disguise, at the manner of trimming oneself - between the posture of the gaze and the actress depicted in the picture. So Marguerite de Sèvres, alive, but aged, rejoiced in her Pіrosmani, pitying about the unforgettable fates of her youth, about the great kohanna ... She only said with her proud pride to reporters: , nі, vіn loving її, like a true face!
Buvayut at life whilini light and hot, there were more girki...
Mykola Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Pirosmanashvili), or Niko Pirosmani was born near Kakheti near the municipality of Mirzaani. To the inquiry about the century, Niko answered with a timid smile: Do you know the stars of me? An hour for a new one in its own way and not spying on boring numbers on the calendar.
Father Mikoli used to be a gardener, he lived by himself, Niko grazed sheep, helping fathers, mother brother and two sisters. Strong life is often blamed on yoga pictures.
Little Niko was less than 8 years old, if he was orphaned. Yogo fathers died one by one, older brother and sister. Wine and sister Pepuza lost themselves in the whole world. The girl was taken to the village by distant relatives, and Mikola, having eaten away at the bagat and the friendly homeland of the helpers of the Kalantarovs. Rich rokіv vіn having lived on the marvelous camp of the nap_vsluga-nap_vrodicha. Kalantarov fell in love with the “non-experimental” Niko, stench proudly showed the guests his baby, bred the boy Georgian and Russian diplomas and honestly tried to improve himself to some kind of craft, but the “non-discretionary” Niko didn’t want to grow up ...
On the cob of the 1890s No one realized that the time had come for you to leave the hotel booths and grow up. Youmu was able to get the right landing on the railing. Vіn becoming a galvanic conductor.Only the service was not a joy to you. Standing on the bottom, barking at passengers who don't have a ticket, gazing at the gallows, not sleeping and listening carefully to the signals - not the best thing for an artist. Only nobody knew that Niko was an artist. Koristuyuchis skin zruchnoy bounty, No one go to work. At this hour Pіromanіshvіl vіdkrivаєі unsafe beauty zabuttya, yak granting wine... After three years of insatiable service, Pіromanіshvіlі vіlnyаієєєєє іz vіznіtі.
I don't want to try one more time to become a good hulk. Vin opens a dairy shop. A pretty cow flaunts on display, the milk is fresh, the sour cream is not diluted - it’s better to go even worse. Pіrosmanishvili will be at the dear Mirzaani's houses for the sister and wind up the curve with a flood. It’s unlikely that you’ll let it go in a moment that you’ll have a museum in your booth.Trading is a very hard job for an artist... Dimitra, a companion of Pirosmanishvili, took up the task of managing the shop.
At the birch tree of 1909, a poster appeared on the pedestals in the Ortachal garden: “New! Belle Vue Theatre. Less than 7 tours of the beautiful Marguerite de Sevres near Tiflis. The unique gift of singing chansons and dancing cake-walk at once!”The Frenchwoman struck Mikola on the spot. “Not a woman, a pearl from an expensive screen!” - wiggling vin.In Tiflis, they loved to tell the story of the unfortunate kohanny Niko, and he recited the skin in his own way.
"Nіko benketuvav with friends and not pіshov at the hotel to the actress, wanting to win yoga," the p'yanitsі said. Margarita spent nothing with the day Mikola, and then she snarled a little too much and went off! - repeated sing. “Having loved one actress, but the stench lived well,” they denounced the shouldered reality. “The Russians did not in any way dream of Margarita, but painted a portrait on posters,” skeptics smash the legend with gunpowder. From the light hand of Alla Pugachova, the entire Radyansk Union sang a song about “a million red trojans”, as if the artist had changed his life for the sake of a kohan woman.
The romantic story is:
This summer wound is not disturbed in any way by others. Everything is so unwelcome, sleeping all around, the sun rose from Kakheti, so the donkeys cried themselves, tied to telegraph stovpiv. Having slept early at one of the provulkivs near Sololaki, the shadow lay on the ordinarily low wooden budinki. In one of these booths there were windows, on the other side there were small windows, and behind them Margarita slept, grimacing her eyes.Zagalom, the early morning of the day of the birth of Niko Pirosmanishvili and the same early morning at the narrow avenue in Sololaki did not appear arbi with a rare and light vantage.Arbi buli navantazhenі zrіzanimi sprinkled with water kvіta. It looked like it was given that the lives were filled with hundreds of crying oars. Arby chirped at Margarity's booth. Arobschiki, singing in a voice, began to pick up the rims of tickets and call them on the sidewalk and brukivka of the threshold.It seemed that the arbs were brought here to the city not only from Tiflis, but also from Georgia. The laughs of the children and the wiguks of the lords woke Margarita up. Vaughn's strength on the lie and sighed. The lakes of scents - refreshing, lagid, yaskravyh and lower, radiant and summary - reminded me of the morning.Shvilyovan Margarita, still unable to understand anything, suddenly pulled herself up. Vaughn dressed her best, naybagatshu cloth and important bracelets, cleaned up her bronze hair and dressed, smiled, she didn’t know what. Vona wondered what was sacred to her. Ale kim? І w what kind of attitude?
At the same hour, one person, thin and pale, ventured to cross the cordon of tickets and went to Margarita's booth in full with tickets. Natovp recognized yoga and lock. Tse buv zhebrak artist Niko Pirosmanishvili. De vin just taking a few pennies, to buy quchuguri kvitiv? Stilki pennies!Vіn іshov up to Margarita's booth, sticking their hands up to the walls. Everyone was cheering, like a nazustrіch you vibіgla z budinka Margarita - no one else has ever dreamed of її in such a glare of beauty, - beat Porosmani for thin, ailing shoulders and stooped down to her old chekmen and firstly kissed Niko on the lips. Kissed before the faces of the sun, the sky that simple people.
Deyakі people vіdvertalis, schob shovat tears. People thought that it was great to know how to find the way to a beloved, even cold heart.Lyubov Niko did not scold Margarita. So, accept, praised everything. But all the same, you couldn’t understand, what is it really like that? Niko himself could not say anything. Nezabar Margarita knew herself a rich kokhan and flowed with him from Tiflis.
The portrait of the actor Margarita is a record of a beautiful kohanny. A whiter face, a whiter dress, an outrageously folded hands, a bouquet of whiter letters - and the actress’s words were laid to the ground... "I forgive you," said Pirosmani.
Mikola left the shop and became a wandering painter. The name of the Daedalus was often called briefly - Pіrosmanі. Dimitra acknowledged to his companion a pension - a ruble for a day, but don't ask Niko to come for a penny.More than once they proclaimed yoma yes, fast work, but Niko zavzhdi was inspired. Nareshti, Pіrosmanі vygadav in the distance, like you were given, out. Vіn began to write yaskravі vivіski for dukhanіv for a squirt of obіdіv with wine that splinter evening. I took a penny to earn a part of the money, so that I could buy farbi and pay for nothing. Pratsyuvav vіn nadzvychayno shvidko - kіlka years vytrachalo Niko on zvichaynі paintings and two or three days on the great work. All at once, these pictures cost millions, and for the life of an artist, having taken a lot of money for his work.
Most of them wept with him with wine and bread. “Life is short, like a donkey’s tail,” the artist lovingly repeats and pratsyuvav, pratsyuvav, pratsyuvav ... Having painted close to 2000 paintings, of which no more than 300 were killed. .
Pirosmani took on a job, like a robot. “If we don’t practice over the lower, then how can I figure out how to see? - speaking with gusto about his craft, and yet insolently painting viviski and portraits, posters and still lifes, tolerating the will of his deputies. “It seems to me - paint a hare. I think it’s ok here, but for the sake of a little.”
He didn’t cheat on Pіrosmanі pennies on farby - he bought more than the best, English, and the truth won in his paintings no more than a few colors. Malyuvav Pіrosmani and on linen, i on cardboard, i on zherstі, ale volіv black kleyonku. Having written wine on him, not in the presence of vigilance, as if it were accepted to be respected, but to the one who would have become like this material to the artist with its texture and unbearable abilities, as if showing a black color in front of him. "The black background of the black life" having crooked their veins with their penzle - and then the men, women, children of that creature got up alive. The giraffe is penetratingly marveling at us.
The majestic lion, repainted from a siren box, with a fiery look.
It is low and bezakhisno to marvel over the staring roes and deer.
In Tiflis, there was a constellation of Georgian artists, who were acclaimed for their arts, but they did not succumb to Porosmani. Vіn is alive at the parallel world of spirits, drinking mortgages and rozvazhalny gardens, and, perhaps, the world would not know anything about it, yakby not happy vipadkovіst.
It became tse at 1912 roci. Pіrosmani was already 50 years old The French artist Michel de Lantu and the Zdanevichi brothers - Kirilo and artist Illya sings - came to Tiflis in search of new hostility. The stench was young and they checked amazingly. Tiflіs podkoriv і podgolomshiv young people. As if the stench bled the wine of the tavern mortgage "Varangian": the proud cruiser rose in the sea winds. Friends went in the middle and froze, golomsheni.The enemy students began to joke about the author of masterpieces.For a few days Zdanevichi and de Lantu followed Pіrosmanі. "Buv, ta pishov, and kudi - who knows yoga," they said to them. I axis nareshti - dovgoochіkuvana zustrіch. Pіrosmanі standing over the door diligently vyvodiv wrote "Molochna". Strimano bowed to the unknown and continued the work. Just finished the prayer, Niko accepted the request of the capital's guests to dine at the nearest tavern.
Zdanevichi brought 13 paintings of Pіrosmanі to St. Petersburg, organized an exhibition, started talking about the new step by step in Moscow, in St. Petersburg, and in Paris. The recognition came and “at their own vіtchiznі”: No one was asked for a meeting of the Association of Artists, they gave a trio of pennies, and they took pictures. Even though the artist wrote with his glory, everywhere he carried a newspaper sheet from him and, with ingenuous joy, showed his friends that we know.
Ale's glory turned to Niko's dark side... In that same newspaper, an evil caricature of Porosman appeared. Vіn buv images at the shirt, with bare feet, you were urged to walk away and rokіv in 20 take the fate of the exhibition of artists-pochatkіvtsіv.It is unlikely that the author of the caricature allowed some kind of effect to get out on the poor artist. No one was terribly imaginative, becoming more and more closed, surviving the suspense of people, the skin word has the same gestures of slurring - and more and more beer. “This world is not friendly with you, this world is not needed by you,” the artist wrote girki vіrshi.
