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Wanted on it and finish, but glanced at its history section.
What can I say ... Bocharov lights.

The Rooks Have Arrived. 1997

Oil on canvas. 200x300
The painting "The Rooks Have Arrived" stands before us as ominous vision; deployed horizontal composition is like standing up on the panorama of the city storm cloud, pierced with lightning flashed us the alarming spectacle shaken to their foundations covered vserusskoy drama Time of Troubles the late twentieth century. S. Bocharov here reaches fusion and unity of all elements of the image. Huge masses of shadows and reflections of light poured into the city architecture, faces reporters, gave the Russian landscape, with dark blue sky with gleams like the overhanging clouds smoking with a black crow, the earth's endless expanse of a single, full of great tension, infused with frenetic motion entity.

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Shadows like drains, zmeyatsya on buildings of the ancient Kremlin, fill the space between the towers and walls, Red Square, the individual patches and large patches of the evening sun flare up and fade away in proportion as the shadows of clouds naletevshego crows (journalists) absorb them like a hungry devil satanic power.

This painting was done in 1997. Recalls the Last Judgement. Here's what he said Sergei Bocharov about this work: "I painted 500 journalists who bear the lies and filth on TV and newspapers, obolvanivaya our people. They are depicted quite realistically, there's no sarcasm, they are as they have in life. "The artist has a picture of a flock of crows on the two triangles overlapping each other, hanging over the whole panorama of our country. At the bottom is the Metropolitan of St. Petersburg and Ladoga, John - the image of a spiritual force. He - a shepherd, leading the nation. A girl who clings to his arm, looking anxiously at us with hope for help, symbolizes Russia. She is wearing a dress in red. Birch "punch" a terrible dark cloud of crows, and a small ray of evening light falls on the ancient Kremlin.

The illuminated space Manege Square runs covering head in his hands the little man. It is the Russian people, escaping from the black cloud of lies, closed the blue sky of Russia.

How much he knew of journalists.