A million bright red trojans - the story is real, as it has become a song. What was the name of the artist in the song “Million of red trojans Million of red trojans artist
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 a very difficult task 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.
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.
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 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 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, 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 record of a beautiful kohanny. A whiter face, a whiter dress, an 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 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 nadzvichayno fast - a few years went by 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. .
The Russians tried to help a few Russian artists, brothers Zdanevichi. Ale in Moscow painting of the poor Georgian artist far from everyone understood. 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 spirits went bankrupt, a revolutionary turmoil began in the city, and the wines were freed without any help for іsnuvannya. 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, they 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 Zdanevichi brothers in the lands chose and wrote a biography of that book, consecrated to Porosmani, their names 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 of particular respect to the Parisians. Until now, a middle-aged woman came up to the picture of the day. It was done, 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 yourself - between the posture of the star 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...
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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 dukhanniks had a penny for cloths and doshka, and for this I took those that were at the 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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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 at the bagat and the friendly homeland of the helpers of the Kalantarovs. Rich rokіv vіn having lived on the marvelous camp of the napіvsluga-napіvrodicha. 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 did not 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. 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. 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 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 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.
Who knows today that the song "Million of Red Trojans" retells the story of the famous Georgian artist Niko Pirosmani. Having celebrated the match and the dancer Marguerite de Sèvres, who arrived in Tiflis near the birch tree in 1909, Kramar Mykola Pirosmanishvili yelled: "Not a woman, a pearl from an expensive screen!"
What did they give? Some say that Margarita was taken aback: Having sold your shop, would you give me a ticket? I will by no means forget who, my beautiful face! Ale, after a few days, the face of another, rich shanubilnik took over and went out of him at once. And Mykola, having lost his lavi, became an artist.
Otherwise, it seems that, having corrected Margaret’s tickets, No one stood “trochs wildly” under the balcony of a beautiful lady, but having broken the rest of the pennies, benketovat in a dukhan. Rozchulena Margarita corrected the note with the requests, but she didn’t seem to get out of the friendly feast, but if she had changed her mind, it was already pizno, the actor left the place.
It's a pity, the whole story is just a garna of a kazka. The heirs of the creativity of Pіrosmani are remembered that in this life there was not a single unbroken kohanny, nor the sale of a shop, but the famous portrait of “Actress Margarita” was written not from nature, but from posters. And having written the story, Kostyantin Paustovsky, who had visited Tbilisi already after the death of Porosmani, after a few years.
Niko Pirosmani. "Actress Margarita"
In the real life of the artist, another drama played a fatal role.
Yak birdie
Mykola was born to a peasant family in 1862, the youngest of four children. Yogo's father died when Niko was 8 years old, his mother and elder brother died suddenly, and the widow of the Baku manufacturer Kalantarov raised the boy. They loved Niko, like a dear, prote yogo, clearly obtyazhivat thought about those who are strangers here and live at a rich booth not by right. Tsya ill distrustfulness and the transcendental razlivaye caused by it were saved for him for all life and became more and more remembered, the Daedals more and more yogo in the eyes of other people.
Irrespective of those that the homeland of the Kalantarovs was illuminated, Mikolay himself could not attach himself to science or any craft. Kіlka mіsyatsіv navchavs drukarnі. Offal navchavsya painting from mandrivnykh zhurtsivov. Namagavsya pratsyuvati galm_vnim conductor of freight cars on the railway - so mayzhe entire salary z'їdala fines for delays, then for failure to appear at work. They said about Niko that he is alive “like a bird”, without interfering with the past or the future. And especially marvelous in the new one were those who, having stverdzhuvav wines, did not succumb to the saints, and after seeing these manifestations, the hand itself stretches to the little ones.
Niko Pirosmani. "Dvirnik"
Zreshtoy, if Mikolaj vyrishiv zvіlnitissya z conductors, zalіznichna authorities for joy saw you so great help, scho vіn zmіg to start a dairy shop. Ale y at the trade of wines did not stay long, leaving the shop and virishiv, which is earned by the craft of the artist. It happened a few years before Marguerite de Sèvres arrived to Tiflis - so no one could sell the store for her sake.
Niko Pirosmani. "Still life"
Vіn mаlіvav vіdryad: pictures, vivіski, instantly navіt pofarbuvat stіnu or write on the name of the street and the number of the booth. No bargaining how to pay. One paid 30 rubles for this painting, and the other one could paint a glass of wine for the offense. Somebody asked for pennies to buy you a farb and a glueon - even, as you know, Porosmani wrote his paintings not on canvases, but on glueons. Some say that the soles were made of special glues, they were taken from the tables at the dukhans, others - that the glues were special, that they were produced for some technical purposes. As if it hadn’t been there, the stench turned out to be a wonderful material for paintings: the images on them did not cringe with cracks for an hour, as if they were trapping with canvases.
Znekhtuvany
Ale raptovo in life No one has a chance to see people to the stake, in the midst of such wines, having felt like a stranger. In 1912 brothers-artists Illya and Kirilo Zdanevichi recognized yoga paintings. Kiril's friend, the writer Kostyantin Paustovsky, said: “Kiril had acquaintances with the villagers, clergymen, mandriving musicians, and rural teachers. Having handed over to everyone the painting and vivisky of Porosman. The dukhans were selling whiskey for pennies on the cob. But without a hitch, a little bit passed through Georgia, that the artist from Tiflis was stingy with nothing for the cordon, and the dukhans began to stuff the price. I old Zdanevichi, and Kirilo were more bіdnі at that hour. If I change my mind, if the purchase of a painting by Pirosman planted my family on bread and water ... "
Niko Pirosmani. "Portrait of Illy Zdanevich"
Zdanevichi overwhelmed Niko that these pictures could be successful with the illuminated public. Kirilo arrived at Pirosmani large number paintings, rich artist vykonav on zamovlennya. In the fierce fate of 1913, Illya published in the newspaper "Transcaucasian Mova" an article about the creativity of Pіrosmanashvili under the title "Artist-nugget". Already, near the birch tree, some of the paintings appeared at exhibitions near Moscow. Creativity Pіrosmanіshvіlі zatsіkali іnshі collectors. Sakhalkho Purtseli's illustrations published a photo of Pirosman and a reproduction of the yogo "Vesillya in Kakheti".
“An artist whose creativity could have glorified the nation and given him the right to take part in the present struggle for art,” the article said. - Rozuminnya koloru and koristuvannya him put Pіrosmanіshvіlі at the bottom of the great painters.
On the good work of the artist, Yogo's glory, though marvelously, was little signified. And if, in 1914, after the cob of war in the Russian Empire, dry law was introduced, the provisions of P_rosmani, the exact part of the income of which was the preparation of whiskeys for petty mortgages, was lost.
That pride of yoga did not last long. Confessors of that іnshі know, for some wines they painted, recognizing that Niko “has earned himself a great artist”, they began to let him in at his address with an unimportant jar. The complete recognition of critics and mystetstvoznavtsiv of wines has not been found out. At the same “Sakhalho Purcelli” a caricature appeared: “No one is standing at one old shirt with bare legs, and the order from him is a scholar of science, it seems: “You need to read it, brother. Rockiv in 20 s you can come kind artist We will send the same axis to you at the exhibition of young people. Age Niko at that time was already over fifty.
Seeing yourself as a stranger - not once more than among the wealthy, and in the primal world of spirits, Pіrosmanishvіl ceased to be small, descended and pretended to be a thorough tramp. Vіn not vіtavsya zі znayomimi, aimlessly tinyavsya streets, schos muttering themselves nіs nіs. In the spring of 1918, a rock was made in the basement of a booth, which lay right on the beaten celin. Vіn no longer recognized anyone, at the likarni, where they brought him, they wrote: “The man of fate is 60, it’s a bad day, the journey of that confession is unknown.” For a few days he died, and they buried Yogo without respite, at the sleeping grave for the dead.
