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.
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His appearance was so unusual that one day when he climbed on a hill, began to consider a neighborhood, choosing the "motive for the landscape", he was approached by an alert policeman and ordered to "stop monitoring" ...
Volkov has lived and worked in Tashkent. Here, founded his own art school, here found his fame when he created his GARNET tea-house. Can not imagine Tashkent 20-ies without Volkov and his vivid poetry, impressed in paint, words and music.
It was not a vain man. He believed in his talent and his art. Those tokens which he had seen during his life, answered his expectations.
I remember a time when "Garnet teahouse", now housed at the Tretyakov Gallery, modestly adorned the wall in his Tashkent home.
Incidentally, this wall survived during the earthquake of 1966, as if she kept from falling some supernatural force.
On the canvas was not a single scratch ...
Were in the life Volkova and such events that seem to be surpassed his expectations. But they never caught the him by surprise. As if in this case in his house were open doors.
Since the spring of 1921, in May, says Volkov, "the open door of my apartment in Tashkent on Sadovaya came Yesenin, and with it Shiryaevets".
"It was so unexpected and so simple", - says Volkov. Yesenin was "quite young, beautiful, sparkling with joy ..."
That "the dense imagery and metaphorical density" paintings Volkova, in which he sought, he said, to "primitive" Oriental carpets and Suzane captivated the imagination of Esenina. Indeed, tropology Volkova was highly expressive when he said "Caravan - Desert carnival!". That this is what was called "Imagism" in a circle Esenina. And he, looking at the painting, saying: "Our, our, Imaginists ..."
But what is a meeting of poets without reading poetry? Esenin read in Volkova in the house "Song of the Dog." Volkov and read him his "Song of Belder-sai ...
After reading the poems Yesenin Volkov said: "Yes, well ... Write most like your song" Oh, Belder-sai ... "
Selecting Esenina was unmistakable. He pointed to the poem, which is one of the best examples of lyrical Volkova. However, he identified and the most natural for the genre of the poet's "Eastern Song", taken as it is not in translation, as in the original ....
In his poetry Volkov was quite distinctive Russian poet, as he was a distinctive Russian artist in his paintings. There is no imitation in the works Volkov was not. That is why, and invited him Imaginists Yesenin, believing that this new direction in art needs a strong and original talent.
BELDER-Sai
Oh, Belder-sai
How good Belder-sai --
There is my village in the foothills of the mountains;
I weep for thee, my Belder-sai
They kept them and driving the goats
I'm on colored carpet.
As the aroma, gentle air,
Belder-sai
When the tulip dresses
you in the spring.
Your stars shine brightly, Belder-sai
Mallows white, covered with dew.
A trickle of water your fun. Belderr-sai.
Zvonko pouring - just songs of children.
In my heart always with you, Belder-sai.
Previous hot flowers to me
my homeland.
Your sun, my hot Belder-sai
Fills sweet
dream
Do not forget you, beloved Belder-sai
There remained dear, my dear.
1923
CARAVAN
Caravan - desert carnival.
Stretchy-call - tough tin.
Corals caravan assembled.
In the carpet a handful of coral
weave.
Caravan - desert carnival.
Flames sun-baked oven.
Palaces striped postlal,
In the sand-dunes tissue
light.
Caravan - desert carnival
Saffron on the shoulders of the yellow-burningly.
Iron are chained
By swinging steep humps.
Caravan - desert carnival
Kayukov - gay dimensional wavelet.
In the eyes of the camel went up in flames
Dawn evening chalcocite.
1924