Yak was the name of the artist from the song “Million red trojans. History of the song "million of red trojans" Million of red trojans of history
Alive-boov artist alone,
Budinochok mav and canvases.
Ale vin loves the actress,
She loved the tickets.
Vіntodi selling your budinok,
Selling paintings ta dah
I bought for all pennies
The whole sea of flowers.
Lies you will become a vikna,
Maybe you god-willed?
How to continue sleep
The area is covered with squares...
cold soul,
What kind of riches is amazing here?
And under the window, the trochs are wildly
Bіdolashny artist stand.
Million, million, million red trojans
Z vikna, z vikna, z vikna ti bachish.
Who is dying, who is dying, who is dying and vseryoz,
Having turned my life for you into a living.
Zustrich was short,
At Nich її potyag vіdviz,
Ale u її zhitti bula
Song of the Divine Trojan.
Having lived alone,
Bagato wine bid transfer,
Ale u yoga life bula
The price of the area of quiet...
Million, million, million red trojans
Z vikna, z vikna, z vikna ti bachish.
Who is dying, who is dying, who is dying and vseryoz,
Having turned my life for you into a living.
Few people know that a song can have a real basis. Once upon a time, the Georgian artist Niko Pirosmanishvili died into a wandering theater actor. After the first visit to the theater pіd'їhav vіzok, povniy svezhozrіzanih trojans. The coming day repeated itself. Zdivovana actress virishila, scho її chanuvalnik - millionaire. Vona wanted to get to know him. However, the bula was horribly disappointed, if Niko stood before her dressed in cast-off clothes, which at that hour had slain all his mine for a million red trojans.
At some dzherelah, Margarita's sleeping partner is figured, as she lived without a trace near Tiflis. The theater of miniatures "Belle Vue" is being built de-not-de, in which the famous Frenchwoman Marguerite de Sevres shone. Vaughn sang chansons and danced cakewalk for an hour. The theater gave only this sim vistav. Ale is exactly the prototype of the hero of the song, the Georgian artist Pirosmanishvili. Versh Voznesensky itself about the new one.
Mykola Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Pirosmanashvili), or Niko Pirosmani was born near Kakheti near the municipality of Mirzaani. Yogo dad was a gardener. Sim'ya lived poorly. Niko grazed the sheep, helping the fathers. The new one has a brother and two sisters. 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 her distant relatives, and Mikola was taken to the house by her family of assistants Kalantarovs. Rich rokіv vіn having lived at the position of the nap_vp_vrodicha.
On the cob of the 1890s, Niko fared away to get a landing on the railing. Vіn becoming a conductor. It was not fitting for you to swear by unticked passengers, and as if having served three fates, Poromanishvili is called from a hated job. Todi wine is already addicted to wine.
Prote Niko still tries to improve his life and opens a dairy shop. Help to go badly. Ale trade is more engaged in comrade. After the history of the Trojans, the mitets broke away from the shop and became a vagabond painter. At once, the paintings of Pіrosmani cost millions, and even you were paid ridiculously little. Vіn literally pratsyuvav for їzhu. After the death of the artist, the picture, which depicts Margarita, was exhibited in the Louvre.
The Lion and the Sun In 1912, the French artist Michel Le Dantu arrived 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 views of the "Varyag" was removed from the film "Pirosmani", which can be known on the very cob) Le Dantu added a few paintings of the artist and went 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 handed over to the Tbilisi Museum, moved to the Museum of Mysteries and was first exhibited at once (timchasovo) at the Blakitny Gallery on Rustaveli. Zdanevich having painted his portrait of Porosmany, which saved itself: Porosmany died, and his paintings were still scattered around the dukhans of Tbilisi and the brothers of Zdanevich continued to pick them up, uncaring in their stock of material camps. 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: Having thrown myself, 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 was able to see it, that I’ve made it out of simple wooden frames, to stand a charge and a check, so that I said it’s even simpler and more important, that I can rozcharuva yogo, revitalize . , powdered kleyontsі. How to take Pіrosmani Roboti Pіrosmani call out to some people who are buried, and others are unreasonable. In truth, I didn’t know how to draw, I didn’t know anatomy, I didn’t master the technique of painting. This manner is called "primitivism", and it's hard to know what it is. 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 respect the artist Henri Rousseau, who also 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. Band Asea sool created a video clip, which is accompanied by paintings by the great primitive artist Niko 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.
What happens to us
when do we marvel at sleep?
Artist Pirosmani
come out of the walls,
From the framework of primitive,
with all the trouble
she sells paintings
for a serving of hedgehog.
Bulat Okudzhava/Pisenka about the artist Pirosmani
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 ...
Prodovzhennya:
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 without 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 the hopeless service, Pіromanіshvili zvіlnyаєєєєєєєє іz zalіznitsi.
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 having sung a song about "a million red trojans", having changed his life like an 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, the sky that simple people.
Deyakі people vіdvertalis, schob shovat tears. People thought that it was great to know the way to the one you love, if you want a 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 disguise, white cloth, outrageously folded hands, a bouquet of white flowers - 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 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.”
The Georgian primitive artist Niko Pirosmani (Niko Pirosmanashvili) was self-taught and a true nugget among the people. Undaunted by achieving great popularity for life, he lives among evildoers and often painted pictures for a hedgehog, and worldly glory came before a new day after death. Navit those people, who didn’t drink yoga at all, singsongly, chuli the legend about those who once sold all their wines to buy all the tickets in Tbilisi for a woman who loves. Then what was the bula that, for the sake of which the mitets had an extra day of spending time with the evildoers?
About the woman, yak Pirosmani suffocated, it’s really not enough to do it. To establish documentary evidence that she really came to Georgia: in 1905. the newspapers published announcements of the performances of the chansonnier, the dancer and the actress of the Parisian theater of miniatures "Belle Vu" Marguerite de Sevres.
The city got posters: “Novelty! Belle Vue Theatre. Only this tour of the beautiful Marguerite De Sevres near Tiflis. The unique gift of singing chansons and dancing cake-walk at once!” Niko Porosmani first poached at the posters and suffocated. The same wine and wrote the famous painting "Actress Margarita". And after that, I felt like I was singing at a concert, - having got into that vchinok, about which we will write Kostyantin Paustovsky and Andriy Voznesensky.
On the day of the people of Pіrosmani, having sold their tavern, it’s all mine, and on the money they’ve earned, they bought the mustache from the city. 9 flights from the tickets to the bungalow of Marguerite de Sevres. Behind the legend, she blew a sea of flowers, went up to the artist, she kissed Yogo. The historians insist that the stench never got in the way. Niko sent їy kvіti, and he leaned in to revel with friends.
“A million bright-red trojans”, about which one is sung by famous songs, is also part of the legend. Quite, obviously, no one was happy, and there were not only trojans near the wagons: buzok, acacia, hunger, begonia, anemones, honeysuckle, lilies, poppies, pіvonії vivantazhu with rims right on the brukіvka.
The actress sent a request to you, I didn’t hurry like that, but if the artist had come to her, Margarita was no longer at the city. A little bit, she went with a rich shanuvalnik and never went to Georgia again.
Paustovsky write: “Margarita lived, as you see, in a dream. Close your heart to everyone. Її beauty was needed by people. Ale, maybe, she didn’t need it herself, wanting to beat her for her zovnistyu and vyagalas. Shurkhit shovkom and wildly similar spirits, it was given to the instilled mature femininity. Ale Bulo in this її beautiful grіzne, and, it turns out, she herself made up her mind ".
1968 r. at the Louvre there was an exhibition of paintings by Niko Pirosmani, who has not been alive for 50 years. It seems that a woman of a frail age stood in front of the portrait of the actor Margarita for a long time. Eyewitnesses say that Marguerite de Sèvres herself was doing it. And vchinok Pіrosmanі dosi nadyhaє people of creativity
The song "Million Troyand", written in the verse of Andriy Voznesensky and first performed by the Viconan Alla Pugachova, became one of the most popular songs of the decade. But who, having served as a prototype of a stale artist, was it a romantic story?
The verse is formed as the basis, and then the legend about the famous toppings is laid Georgian artist Niko Pіrosmani, who lived inseparably from the cohanna to the actor Margarita (imovirno, Frenchwoman), shone on the theatrical platforms of Tiflis at the very beginning of the 20th century. Axis as it was...
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 to the brim 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 testament to a beautiful kohanny. White disguise, white cloth, outrageously folded hands, a bouquet of white flowers - and the actress’s words were laid to the ground ... “I forgive you,” said Pirosmani.
