Stories of paintings and collections
 

It has long been going to open a topic about the history of the paintings, they are also called existence and that it is extremely important at the present time, Provenance. Provenance in Russian - is, I think in general a separate topic, but as far as interesting stories, I have gathered them quite a lot. Naturally, the most interesting - the history of the paintings from private collections, because to see them - this is very rare.
I'll start with the stories published so as not to violate anyone's rights, and perhaps the forum participants would respond, and will share stories of their fundamentals treasures ...

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From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.
Trick mine was, of course, naive. In this paper, I learned the hand, or rather foot - very leg that was expressive - the artist Alexander Yakovlev, shocked with his friend Basil Shuhaevym, St. Petersburg public pre-revolutionary years. In the 20-ies they were in France, then parted ways with friends - Yakovlev went to America, Shukhaiev in the mid 30's he returned to Russia, organized the exhibition, was then arrested and taken to the Magadan. It seemed to end 50-ies, they were firmly forgotten at home, but I fortunately saw a lot of preparatory drawings sanguine in the house of Moscow's famous theatrical critic Nikolai Dmitrievich Volkov, the author of a book on quasi-Meyerhold and her second husband's first wife Yakovlev - who died early actresses Kazaroza.
- E-uh, my Drogo - gave Nikolai Pavlovich, - this is a portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
These familiarity "Vaska" and "Sashka" I felt nonrandomness finding pictures in the "Empire style" meeting Smirnov-Sokolsky.
- However, - he continued, - if you like. You know, I will give for the anthologies of Pushkin's era. The picture is worth three thousand. Bring me out of Leningrad anthologies, which I do not, and as you reach the amount, take Sasha vpridachu with Vaska. Okay?
Some years I dragged Nikolai Pavlovich almanacs, filling his dezideraty. Nikolai Pavlovich took them, thanked them and kept quiet ....
Finally, I broke down and started talking about that picture and it is time to give.
- Well, - he answered amiably - another almanashek, and ... taken away.
So there I went to Leningrad.
I soon learned about the death of Nicholas. Sofya Petrovna survived him for many years, she has done much to perpetuate the memory of her husband - has issued a description of his library, gave the collection's rare books department of our principal - Lenin - the library.
I did not consider it possible, and I think they do not properly considered, remind her of our missed exchange.
My collection grew and built. In the early eighties, I heard about the death of Sophia Petrovna, but then died and my mother. They were once friends. Both - the actress at the beginning of the revolution played together in a theatrical studio. Confess the first time in almost twenty years, the idea struck - what happened to the portrait? Flashed ... and left.
Several more years. I finished the film on Chekhov's story "Lights" and more than a year, almost never met with collector fraternity, has been and in art galleries, is still - in the "commission store.
And suddenly, for some reason - it was not long before his trip to Moscow to hand over the film in Kinokomitet - I say to his wife:
- You know, anything to me, perhaps, a pity that the lost, but Yakovlevskij portrait Shuhaeva not forget oxford.
- Do not be sorry, - wisely replied his wife, - If things are destined to be with us, it will come.
And she came.
December 29, 1984 at 6 pm, leaving the State cinema after the date of the film and the film must have had to take the end of the year - cracked crackled studio lenfilmovsky plan - I sighed with relief and decided to make a gift - to sit in the car and go on Smolenskaya Embankment - in the commission.
Fifteen minutes later I was walking up and down on his ill-lit, deserted before closing the halls. Banal uninteresting painting, lovely saleswoman, bored waiting for the last visitor left. How many times in my life, I went on a similar hunt, and not everyone gave at least some results. And yet I firmly remember the rule, suggested to me by my father: "Do not hurry. Be considerate. Collector concentrates in itself and the entire museum, and its procurement commission of experts, and even ... an accountant. "
And suddenly ... I saw a pillar of hiding now, or rather part of it - a characteristic profile gruff, simple wood frame and legs .... "Yakovlevsky" - can not be mistaken - leg Vaska Shuhaeva.
I pulled out of the pylon and now, not looking, quickly pulled her to the checkout. Prior to the closing five minutes remaining.
Familiar cashier smiled. "They found something? Ah ... this ... you sure? She teaches us the fourth month. And already declined. Was under examination in the Tretyakov Gallery.
Until now wrapped up, I watched torn label. On the back was written: "08.09.1984 g. Examination of the State Tretyakov Gallery. Portrait of an unknown man by an unknown artist of the twentieth century.
Dear State Tretyakov Gallery. I do not want to quarrel with you. In a sense, I was even grateful to you. This year you gave me a permanent "gold" ticket at the entrance to your still closed rooms. But I want to tell you - you have no right so to conduct examination. Because you are STATE and the Tretyakov.
And it's not the fact that the painting has a signature - it was hidden by a rough frame. The fact that the picture is another sign - "Yakovlevskaya", and draw another, leg. And your critics have to know the signature. Otherwise, why would they - Researcher - with you, Tretyakov, to cooperate? "

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From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.
Trick mine was, of course, naive. In this paper, I learned the hand, or rather foot - very leg that was expressive - the artist Alexander Yakovlev, shocked with his friend Basil Shuhaevym, St. Petersburg public pre-revolutionary years. In the 20-ies they were in France, then parted ways with friends - Yakovlev went to America, Shukhaiev in the mid 30's he returned to Russia, organized the exhibition, was then arrested and taken to the Magadan. It seemed to end 50-ies, they were firmly forgotten at home, but I fortunately saw a lot of preparatory drawings sanguine in the house of Moscow's famous theatrical critic Nikolai Dmitrievich Volkov, the author of a book on quasi-Meyerhold and her second husband's first wife Yakovlev - who died early actresses Kazaroza.
- E-uh, my Drogo - gave Nikolai Pavlovich, - this is a portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
These familiarity "Vaska" and "Sashka" I felt nonrandomness finding pictures in the "Empire style" meeting Smirnov-Sokolsky.
- However, - he continued, - if you like. You know, I will give for the anthologies of Pushkin's era. The picture is worth three thousand. Bring me out of Leningrad anthologies, which I do not, and as you reach the amount, take Sasha vpridachu with Vaska. Okay?
Some years I dragged Nikolai Pavlovich almanacs, filling his dezideraty. Nikolai Pavlovich took them, thanked them and kept quiet ....
Finally, I broke down and started talking about that picture and it is time to give.
- Well, - he answered amiably - another almanashek, and ... taken away.
So there I went to Leningrad.
I soon learned about the death of Nicholas. Sofya Petrovna survived him for many years, she has done much to perpetuate the memory of her husband - has issued a description of his library, gave the collection's rare books department of our principal - Lenin - the library.
I did not consider it possible, and I think they do not properly considered, remind her of our missed exchange.
My collection grew and built. In the early eighties, I heard about the death of Sophia Petrovna, but then died and my mother. They were once friends. Both - the actress at the beginning of the revolution played together in a theatrical studio. Confess the first time in almost twenty years, the idea struck - what happened to the portrait? Flashed ... and left.
Several more years. I finished the film on Chekhov's story "Lights" and more than a year, almost never met with collector fraternity, has been and in art galleries, is still - in the "commission store.
And suddenly, for some reason - it was not long before his trip to Moscow to hand over the film in Kinokomitet - I say to his wife:
- You know, anything to me, perhaps, a pity that the lost, but Yakovlevskij portrait Shuhaeva not forget oxford.
- Do not be sorry, - wisely replied his wife, - If things are destined to be with us, it will come.
And she came.
December 29, 1984 at 6 pm, leaving the State cinema after the date of the film and the film must have had to take the end of the year - cracked crackled studio lenfilmovsky plan - I sighed with relief and decided to make a gift - to sit in the car and go on Smolenskaya Embankment - in the commission.
Fifteen minutes later I was walking up and down on his ill-lit, deserted before closing the halls. Banal uninteresting painting, lovely saleswoman, bored waiting for the last visitor left. How many times in my life, I went on a similar hunt, and not everyone gave at least some results. And yet I firmly remember the rule, suggested to me by my father: "Do not hurry. Be considerate. Collector concentrates in itself and the entire museum, and its procurement commission of experts, and even ... an accountant. "
And suddenly ... I saw a pillar of hiding now, or rather part of it - a characteristic profile gruff, simple wood frame and legs .... "Yakovlevsky" - can not be mistaken - leg Vaska Shuhaeva.
I pulled out of the pylon and now, not looking, quickly pulled her to the checkout. Prior to the closing five minutes remaining.
Familiar cashier smiled. "They found something? Ah ... this ... you sure? She teaches us the fourth month. And already declined. Was under examination in the Tretyakov Gallery.
Until now wrapped up, I watched torn label. On the back was written: "08.09.1984 g. Examination of the State Tretyakov Gallery. Portrait of an unknown man by an unknown artist of the twentieth century.
Dear State Tretyakov Gallery. I do not want to quarrel with you. In a sense, I was even grateful to you. This year you gave me a permanent "gold" ticket at the entrance to your still closed rooms. But I want to tell you - you have no right so to conduct examination. Because you are STATE and the Tretyakov.
And it's not the fact that the painting has a signature - it was hidden by a rough frame. The fact that the picture is another sign - "Yakovlevskaya", and draw another, leg. And your critics have to know the signature. Otherwise, why would they - Researcher - with you, Tretyakov, to cooperate? "

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From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.
Trick mine was, of course, naive. In this paper, I learned the hand, or rather foot - very leg that was expressive - the artist Alexander Yakovlev, shocked with his friend Basil Shuhaevym, St. Petersburg public pre-revolutionary years. In the 20-ies they were in France, then parted ways with friends - Yakovlev went to America, Shukhaiev in the mid 30's he returned to Russia, organized the exhibition, was then arrested and taken to the Magadan. It seemed to end 50-ies, they were firmly forgotten at home, but I fortunately saw a lot of preparatory drawings sanguine in the house of Moscow's famous theatrical critic Nikolai Dmitrievich Volkov, the author of a book on quasi-Meyerhold and her second husband's first wife Yakovlev - who died early actresses Kazaroza.
- E-uh, my Drogo - gave Nikolai Pavlovich, - this is a portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
These familiarity "Vaska" and "Sashka" I felt nonrandomness finding pictures in the "Empire style" meeting Smirnov-Sokolsky.
- However, - he continued, - if you like. You know, I will give for the anthologies of Pushkin's era. The picture is worth three thousand. Bring me out of Leningrad anthologies, which I do not, and as you reach the amount, take Sasha vpridachu with Vaska. Okay?
Some years I dragged Nikolai Pavlovich almanacs, filling his dezideraty. Nikolai Pavlovich took them, thanked them and kept quiet ....
Finally, I broke down and started talking about that picture and it is time to give.
- Well, - he answered amiably - another almanashek, and ... taken away.
So there I went to Leningrad.
I soon learned about the death of Nicholas. Sofya Petrovna survived him for many years, she has done much to perpetuate the memory of her husband - has issued a description of his library, gave the collection's rare books department of our principal - Lenin - the library.
I did not consider it possible, and I think they do not properly considered, remind her of our missed exchange.
My collection grew and built. In the early eighties, I heard about the death of Sophia Petrovna, but then died and my mother. They were once friends. Both - the actress at the beginning of the revolution played together in a theatrical studio. Confess the first time in almost twenty years, the idea struck - what happened to the portrait? Flashed ... and left.
Several more years. I finished the film on Chekhov's story "Lights" and more than a year, almost never met with collector fraternity, has been and in art galleries, is still - in the "commission store.
And suddenly, for some reason - it was not long before his trip to Moscow to hand over the film in Kinokomitet - I say to his wife:
- You know, anything to me, perhaps, a pity that the lost, but Yakovlevskij portrait Shuhaeva not forget oxford.
- Do not be sorry, - wisely replied his wife, - If things are destined to be with us, it will come.
And she came.
December 29, 1984 at 6 pm, leaving the State cinema after the date of the film and the film must have had to take the end of the year - cracked crackled studio lenfilmovsky plan - I sighed with relief and decided to make a gift - to sit in the car and go on Smolenskaya Embankment - in the commission.
Fifteen minutes later I was walking up and down on his ill-lit, deserted before closing the halls. Banal uninteresting painting, lovely saleswoman, bored waiting for the last visitor left. How many times in my life, I went on a similar hunt, and not everyone gave at least some results. And yet I firmly remember the rule, suggested to me by my father: "Do not hurry. Be considerate. Collector concentrates in itself and the entire museum, and its procurement commission of experts, and even ... an accountant. "
And suddenly ... I saw a pillar of hiding now, or rather part of it - a characteristic profile gruff, simple wood frame and legs .... "Yakovlevsky" - can not be mistaken - leg Vaska Shuhaeva.
I pulled out of the pylon and now, not looking, quickly pulled her to the checkout. Prior to the closing five minutes remaining.
Familiar cashier smiled. "They found something? Ah ... this ... you sure? She teaches us the fourth month. And already declined. Was under examination in the Tretyakov Gallery.
Until now wrapped up, I watched torn label. On the back was written: "08.09.1984 g. Examination of the State Tretyakov Gallery. Portrait of an unknown man by an unknown artist of the twentieth century.
Dear State Tretyakov Gallery. I do not want to quarrel with you. In a sense, I was even grateful to you. This year you gave me a permanent "gold" ticket at the entrance to your still closed rooms. But I want to tell you - you have no right so to conduct examination. Because you are STATE and the Tretyakov.
And it's not the fact that the painting has a signature - it was hidden by a rough frame. The fact that the picture is another sign - "Yakovlevskaya", and draw another, leg. And your critics have to know the signature. Otherwise, why would they - Researcher - with you, Tretyakov, to cooperate? "

About "portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
 

From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.

Maroussia, very interesting! Thank you! Continue, please!

"About a portrait of a boy, surprisingly similar to the Swedish king"
 

Here's another story from a letter to the Editor of "Our Heritage" (Published HH. 1990. № 5).

"Stockholm, March 1990
I want to talk about "Portrait of a Boy", the famous artist brush Valentina Khodasevich. The picture is wonderful: the background of the sea on a bright sunny day, shows a boy of ten years in the white panamke and a striped blue and white shirt, and behind - transparent souls sky. A boy named Edgar, or a diminutive, Garik and he was the son of Anna Ivanovna Chulkovo (known in literary circles as the pre-revolutionary Moscow Nura Chulkov), sister of the writer George Ivanovich Chulkov. In 1911, Anna, mother of Edgar, became acquainted with the poet Vladislav Khodasevich and became his wife. By the way, above all, it concerns the painful poet was obliged to its relative prosperity in the years of famine. In 1922 Khodasevich left Russia - Anna stayed in Moscow.
Valentina Khodasevich, the artist was the niece of the poet, and a portrait of the son of Anna Ivanovna Chulkovo said she remembers, with a love. Then, when the boy grew, he became a movie actor, known under the pseudonym Edgar Garik. That Edgar Garik starred in the role of the Swedish King Karl XII in the famous film director Petrov "Peter" on the script by Alexei Tolstoy.

Maroussia Thank you for the interesting story.
Portrait is magnificent!

About unknown portrait Esenina BA Grigoryev
 

In 1926, in the December issue of the newspaper "Russian vote" in New York was published an essay by Boris Gigoreva "My meeting with Sergei Yesenin":
 
Sergei Alexandrovich Esenina I've never met before, in March 1923 I heard that the poet and his wife Aysadoroy Duncan arrived in Paris from a trip to America.
Just at this time and took my first meeting with SAEsenin.
In Paris, while his brother lived sandals Duncan; little different quirks - wore a tunic of the Greek-cut and often the streets barefoot шпарил.
That a brother of the famous dancer in his theaters (he had any) to arrange an evening in honor of their relatives.
I was among those invited. The people there at all was a mass - even Milyukova saw the crowd around Esenina and Aysadory Duncan, which was unchanged, as was said, his red tunic turns all drove in a corner and regaled a good French wine.
The evening ended. Center it was - of course, reading SAEsenin his poems.
He read them a unique and inimitable.
After the theater Aysadora Duncan drove for a few invited to the house. Among them was myself.
Dear suggested SA a portrait of him.
- Tomorrow will start, come at 11 o'clock.
The next day at 11 am. Duncan arrived at the palace.

About Volkova, SA Esenina and "Garnet tea-house"
 

Always know that the avant-garde - is the talented people "all over", but I confess honestly had no idea what Alexander Volkov was a famous poet Imagists.
Actually, writing a story about how "Garnet teahouse" experienced Tashkent earthquake of 1966, and came across an article E. Babayev poetry Alexander Volkov. (Fully published in the journal "Our Heritage". 1995. № 34)

Alexander Volkov - the legend of Tashkent.
Everything about him could hear, it seemed unusual.
"This is an artist who can portray on canvas the creaking carts", - some said. "This is a man who walked around the foot of Tashkent" - claimed others. "This is a poet who read his verse from the minaret", - assured the third.
Volkov, wearing a black beret, velvet cloak, and, as we now would say, "shorts".
It looked extravagant, was kind of a free artist of the century. It was impossible not to notice this amazing man in the street of the city, on the opening day, on a mountain road in the Bridge-mule ... In his figure, for all his artistic freedom, felt the military fold and deportment.
After all, he learned not only in the St. Petersburg Academy of Arts, but also in the Orenburg Cadet Corps. Squinting his eyes, intelligent and silent, he looked at people in the trees, the clouds.

Thanks to everyone who has supported the creation of this theme! It remains only to take part in it. Sure many forum members, there is much to tell.

E. Garrick stepson Khodasevich. This surname of his father Grentsion Evgen'evich Edgar (1907 -?). His father, first husband of Anna Ivanovna, his name was Yevgeny Karlovich Grentsion, under the Soviet regime, he worked in the newspaper Izvestia in Moscow. Edgar often he lived. Edgar went on line actor, played in the movie "Peter 1" and "Heroes of Shipka." Mandelstam he mentioned in verse ---- This Garik Khodasevich named Grentsion,
Despite that Alcyone is the elegy Chenier ... "The year of his death is unknown. Unknown composition of his family.

Pajitnov, is interesting, thanks.
When I just read the magazine story this portrait, remember, and then somehow trying to learn about the life of this actor, and anything and did not recognize.

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Anthology of everyday stupidities



M. Joseph by these various epigrams --
No other Joseph did not have Osip Mandelstam.

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This is Anna Ivanov - Art-house people
Despite that, House of Art can take bath.

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This Garik Khodasevich named Grentsion,
Despite that Alcyone is the elegy Chenier ...

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This is Luknitsky Pavel Nikolayevich man
If not Luknitsky, this means that Milyukov.

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Alexei Maksimych Peshkov - very bitter man,
Despite the fact that Peshkov - not a bitter man.

1925 Pro Gorky's sick. Looks like if he was still less.

About the portraits of poets, II Mashkov
 

Day in Memory of Vladimir Mayakovsky dedicated.

In the biography of Mayakovsky has not studied the period: between 1909 and receipt of arrests in the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture in 1911. Documentary evidence has left almost no exception it autobiographical information that he withdrew from party work and devoted himself to "drawing of" preparing to enter the MUZHVZ. (Incidentally, arts education - the only professional education, which was a famous poet). It is known that at this time he visited the studio SY Zhukovsky and PI Kalin. Unfortunately, memories Kälin extremely stingy, but about what happened in the studio Zhukovsky There are no more memories.

But modern researchers have reason to believe that Vladimir Mayakovsky was a frequent guest in the studio II Mashkov. Studio Mashkova (periodically changing the name) had a solid reputation through her, as he wrote the artist himself, it took about 3000 people. Just the latest evidence of communication "canonized" the poet with the "Left" artists, for obvious reasons preferred to hush up. But obviously, Mayakovsky had been there not once, but in the company of his countryman and contemporary of - Georgian poet Paolo Iashvili.

This is evidenced by two portraits, attributsii which paid much attention to the known art Pospelov and I. Bolotin.
As GRM kept "Portrait of a boy in a painted shirt." Gleb Pospelov believes that this portrait - "nothing like the image of fifteen Mayakovsky" (shared this view and NV Reformed). Indeed, one has only to compare the portrait with an early photograph. March 1909, which marked a portrait - this time, when Mayakovsky went outside after the second arrest.

Perhaps the studio Mashkova became one of the first with which acquaintance Mayakovsky searching private studio for training MUZHVZ. And when in the studio appeared regular teenager, to handle the conditions of occupation in the studio, he planted as a contribution to pose. Moreover, when you come differed so expressive appearance, as Mayakovsky and Yashvili. Iashvili, arrived in Moscow in 1910 to study painting, first of all had to find his friend Kutaisi Mayakovsky. And inevitably found himself in the studio Mashkov. Thus arose the famous "Portrait of the Poet", 1910, which is now on display in the main exhibition GTG.

This portrait is sometimes termed a "Portrait of the Poet Rubanovich" But some people, quite independently of each other have suggested that the portrait depicts not Rubanovich, and Georgian poet Paolo Iashvili. The first was an employee GTG EA Lebedinskaya, which in 1910 lived in Tiflis and was acquainted with the young Iashvili. According to Lebedinsky she knew it would not only face, but also very broad, big neck, which is depicted in the portrait. Iashvili was not destined to become a famous poet, as he subsequently was arrested, and any mention of his name was taboo.

Unfortunately, it should be noted that so far despite years of research portraits have not received the names of persons depicted (even in brackets).

More information can be read: Pospelov Jack of Diamonds. M., 1990.

Thank you for Maroussia story "about a portrait of a boy, surprisingly similar to the Swedish king." Edgar Garik - my great-grandfather. On this portrait I did not know, but there is another portrait Khodasevich - "Portrait of an unknown." It shows Anna Chulkov. My grandmother showed me a reproduction in the journal Novy Mir.
This photo Anna at the time of marriage for Khodasevich

And tell us about it.
In addition, he starred in two films, "Peter" and "Heroes of Shipka (Bolgarfilm /thumbnail, 1954), I like nothing about him to know he could not.

Edgar E. was born in 1898 His mother - Anna Chulkov - was the sister of writer Georgi Chulkov. Her first husband was Evgenii Grentsion. His father was a German, arrived in Moscow, married Alicia Augustus Alexandria Neika. The younger son of Evgenii and now lives in Moscow.
Edgar married Lidia Yakovleva Antonovna. In 1925 they had a daughter, Natalia - my grandmother. They lived together not long. Created new families. My grandfather was married to Lala M.. Mother with her corresponded to the 70-ies.
He died in 1954. My mother was born in 1949., Lived with her mother in Odessa and saw my grandfather once.