Help identify the author or at least a year of writing
She found in the country, a remnant from grandparents. I know that LL Kamenev is similar, written in 1860, but my past - the river is not so small and even fewer trees. Were yesterday appraiser - called a fairly approximate cost and got the wrong date. Help someone than can. Thank you.
For signature - Ellert Nicholas Ludwigovich (1831-1901).
Ellert Nicholas Ludwigovich 1831-1901. (But there are other dates of life, such as 1845 - 1890)
1. Landscape. 1896. From the collection of NI Vasiliev.
oil on canvas 35 x 48
Kaluga Regional Art Museum
2. Autumn
Oil on canvas. 47 x 66 cm
Far Eastern Art Museum
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Put please photograph the back of the work.
Please describe details of the technology to determine the age of the depth of the river.
The reverse side in a worse state ((
You know, Kamenev river shallower and house on the left (well probably) overgrown trees. So the eyes of simple mertnogo Kamenev wrote it later.
In the second half of 1860 - the first half of 1870 Ellert, as follows from his biography, he took private lessons in painting Kamenev. Kamenev at the time lived near Zvenigorod. I do not think that the two shared a lot of time, the river could overflow in one season and shallow, and shrubs such may occur in one summer.
Under Zvenigorodom forests, meadows, hills, and with them open
green, curly, beautiful distance. The place was known long.
Zvenigorod, Moscow guarded by an ancient alien enemies and conquerors. Here
rang alarm and often in the bell guard. At the first call-up shocks
his martial men were saddling their horses, and fast riders raced to Moscow, notifying
on the approximation of the hordes of Tatars, Poles, corrupt Russian impostors. Guardian
Moscow did its necessary and useful thing. But the place is served and peace
purposes. Fancy to him and opened Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich, father of Peter
Great, passionate and ardent hunter. Hundred and fifty years later after
Zvenigorodsky region called the Russian Switzerland, and began to flock here in summer
artists to work outdoors. It was the first Russian
pleneristy. Thousands of artists thousand times admired the intricate play of color
in nature, which are lit and tushilo picturesque sun, but still
followed the tradition, once established.
Landscape of the seventies Kamenev settled near Zvenigorod, in
Savvinov settlement. It is located in a deep green ravine near the ancient
Sawa-Storozhevsky monastery. Built on a high hill, white,
simple, well-architecture rising from the dense thicket of trees
and shrubs on the steep slopes, the monastery was once the summer residence
king of the hunter. Its not for nothing was drawn here. This royal outside Moscow was a very
beautiful.
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Kamenev came on horseback. Spring thaw, tormented him. In ways
shaft snapped at the difficult climb on an icy hill. Stuck among
deserted field between two villages, and stood for half a day, until somewhere
rode off on horseback for a new driver shaft. He returned with her, was drunk and
barely able to fit it to the place. Above Savvinov Sloboda was noisy, murmuring,
rumbling night - melting snow, the road disbanded, Iodine squished under the wheels,
of the thick darkness overhead rain streamed boring dust. Rain began
barely escaped from Moscow to Zvenigorod highway. Kamenev climbed out of the cart
gloomy. Dirty hut, which took off for him a week before his wife, even
more upset him. Under a low black ceiling was uncomfortable, poverty,
dank. Kamenev thought that these are jerry-built from
raw logs okotnichi hut in the woods.
- Twelfth Century ... - Muttered Kamenev - cave men lived
little worse. Indifferent devils ... How would I live, they still ...
Russia ...
Weary from the road bumps, he slept soundly for a long time, finally opened
eyes and saw a woman in a white apron, a smart, who had attended some
huge samovar. Kamenev blinked - both gleaming dazzling, all in
rays, thousands of rabbits, a polished copper monster. Red brick
powder of high breast lay on the dim, in flowing, a small tray. His
have not yet been put in order. It turns out that everything can change.
Burning in the sun samovar, burning glass in the house, even a simple breast
red brick powder to highlight the wretched house painter. Things cute
things, they live near us and help make life easier, warmer,
happier. Kamenev jumped cheerful, impatient. Soon he ran into the street
and, stunned, and froze on the spot. The artist was very sensitive. His eyes
moist with tears.
- Oh, hell, did not learn to control, - whispered, Kamenev,
quickly wiping his face with his hands - but there is nothing surprising nature ...
And indeed, it seemed strange that the world has emerged from yesterday
pitch of the night so clear and bright, all the rain poured, the sky
reflected in puddles on the road, they were floating, swaying, white fluffy
clouds, flying birds, a slight breath of wind carried a feather, uronennoe
just stomped the snow-white goose. The sun lit a fire in all
glass and metal. Millions of sparks flashed rapid hollow
water meandering Moscow River, thundering streams large and small tributaries, blue
dishes of spring lakes in the ravines, Bochagov in black boxes. In the distance twinkled as
gold, coal, an apple on the steeple of a manor, white, with a colonnade, with a
green roof. Above Savvinov Sloboda flying pigeons. Suddenly they relish
turn, as if turning over on one wing. Then suddenly the whole flock
flashed in the sun, becoming purple. Kamenev stood smiling
naive and kind.
Soon suburban environs, he hoisted the broad canvas of the umbrella, sat
folding chair and began to write a sketch of the monastery hill. About the artist
gathered Savvinsky guys, hushed women, guys: this has not happened in
settlement. But someone decided that Kamenev wrote on the monastic order now.
Artist will not be disturbed. Umbrella day moved from place to place.
He was seen over the precipice, the swamps, on a dusty summer road, on the margins, the
haystacks. Kamenev lost his name. Sloboda artist nicknamed "white fungus.
A fan of the plein air because loved Sawin suburb that was left in it forever.
A little earlier a few French artists in search of natural
lighting when writing my things settled in the village of Barbizon near
Fontainebleau. White umbrellas them as Kamenev in Russia, observed in the fields
curious peasants of France. The fate of Kamenev and French landscape in
because many things were not similar. Kamenev drunk in Savvinov settlement.
The man, whose house painter turned to his studio, rarely drove
Moscow to Datsiaro landscapes descended his lodger. Shop Datsiaro
for cheap bought works by the talented, but the defenseless and helpless
rights. French landscape painters working in Barbizon, soon thundered
the whole world. They got the nickname barbizontsev and pleneristov. Barbizontsy
discovered a simple truth, it felt by many, but the last word to
French did not say. Barbizontsy conquered Paris, and with it the world. On canvases
barbizontsev started this national French landscape, genuine,
stark, soft, gentle and charming nature of France. Immediately
become sickly, even more unnatural painting, leaving only a
workshops, have not seen the true light, air and sun. Barbizontsy
opened people's eyes to the conventionality, artificiality of effects and techniques of the old
academic painting, the false
blackness of color in it, what the nature nobody has ever seen, as
it does not exist. Township Barbizon became universal popularity, it became
synonym. In each country, found their Barbizon. After Kamenev in
Savvinov settlement have called a lot of artists, a place already considered
artistic village, Russian Barbizon.
Isaac Levitan in student years, frequently visited the private art
galleries D. Botkin, S. Tretyakov, and KA Soldatenkova, collecting
Western European art. Levitan mainly attracted landscapes
Great barbizontsev. Levitan, staring at the Coro, the greatest
from barbizontsev. He read everything that was in Russian about Corot, sorry
I did not know well in French, remember it is inaccessible until the book Rouget
Millet on the life of the great master. Levitan eagerly asked VD
Polenova been abroad, to Paris, and especially about Coro. Polenov with a smile
repeated several times everything he knew about the head barbizontsev.
Coro remembered and Savrasov. Corot was love Levitan. A young man with a secret
satisfaction likened himself Corot. They both loved nature not simply as
like many, almost all people, and with ecstasy, rapture, delight.
Sokolniki, Ostankino, Izmaylovsky menagerie, Saltykovka, and all
near Moscow, where he lived, dreamed, worked as a young man, seemed to him as their mother
Barbizon.
In Savvinov settlement for several years conducted Korovin. They are
hurry to Moscow for studies that seem to last day of the class
went to the village straight out of school for Butcher. We returned Korovin
tanned, virile, weathered, admiring his summer
seat. Levitan enviously listening to the endless rave
exclamations of their more fortunate comrades: they could travel to the annual
sketches. No Levitan could only dream of such a seductive
life. Talented brothers brought a lot of new, original, for reasons
strong on bright colors works. Levitan saw was varied,
beautiful, rich in nature, near Zvenigorod. In Savvinov settlement Constantine
Korovin, the first of the Russian landscape spied a wonderful spring
motive - the remnants of snow in the backyard. Many artists repeated Korovinskoe
motif. Levitan more than others.
Finally, Isaac Ilich gathered in the Russian Barbizon. Exclusion Levitan of
School accelerate the implementation of long-cherished dream. He started an independent, not
of whom is independent artistic work. Early spring 1884, together with
artist VV Perepletchikovym he rented a cottage in Savvinov settlement.
And almost repeat what happened many years ago with the landscapist
Kamenev. New residents arrived at the outskirts of town during the night. Dissatisfied Isaac
Ilich long tossing and turning before sleep. Perepletchikov consoled him. Levitan
tried to overcome myself, afraid to attack his heavy melancholy.
He stood before Pervpletchikova, gently on tiptoe, went so as not to
wake comrade, headache, rising in despair, tenacious and
Ruthless. And suddenly passed.
The day involved not particularly favorable, the cloud from the west was
morose, almost black cloud is very strange shape, full of sharp teeth, with
high towers, with a weathercock on them. She looked like a giant fortress
wall, floated above the ground. Under the cloud could be seen swaying gray haze,
exactly the distance was a snow blizzard, or was jumpy spring rain. Towards
sun lay field whimsical white clouds. The sun is hiding behind
loose veil, penetrating her and making the cream, then rolled out to
free azure blue water that separates one cloudy chain from another.
The sun shone fitfully, and on the ground changed lighting, colors, objects.
Levitan admired scattered on the hillside suburban cottages, as able
enjoy only an artist, landscape painter, an enthusiastic poet revealed to him
vision. Sun, as it were played over Savvinov settlement, is now embedding it in
polusumerki, but after a minute she blazed glass frames, pink
thatched roofs, porches color, trims. Oak Grove near
Sawa-Storozhevsky monastery, black, powerful, thick, was not yet dressed.
Pine forest, adjoining, always young, green, seemed to be yet richer.
And there everything changed from the movement of the sun.
In an old-timer Savvinov suburb landscape Kamenev was booze.
Peasant-owner drove to Moscow, the picture of the guest. Kamenev robbed Datsiaro,
cheated the master, laying himself from the sale of the passage as I wanted,
rest drank together. Levitan came to get acquainted with the old
landscapes. Gray, curly, thick, bearded, in coat full of holes being
unfriendly shone in the half-open door. Isaac Ilich explained the purpose
his parish. Kamenev paused, looked up and down the guest, suddenly
as a crooked smile and bad, and after that the door slowly, deliberately
slowly began to close, and laid her on the hook. Levitan surprised
stood on the spot, took it on the handle, I knock - and he changed his mind
insist on acquaintance. Moreover, it seemed odd that the door
heard a rustle, there stood and smiled gently.
Isaac Ilyich hut filled with fresh studies. They came quickly.
The artist painted from dawn until nightfall. It took six weeks. Once
Kamenev finally got out with his umbrella in the afternoon, ran into a ravine on
Levitan surprised bow unknown artist, passed on from afar
looked around and suddenly took off his straw hat. Isaac Ilyich laughed merrily at
eccentric old man.
Levitan lived in solitude. No one bothered him, no one came to see
him. With Perepletchikovym they met only in the evenings, disagreeing with the morning
in different directions, and even bad weather joined them in the same hut. Isaac Ilich
tried to wait out the rain in the forest, in the field, hiding under the haystack in the barn,
a steep river bank, where no touch, no dozhdinka obliquely striker
downpour. In Savvinov suburb, quiet, comfortable, beautiful, in her far and near
around Levitan liked everything. He never had so concentrated and
deep thought on his creativity over the work of their comrades
seniors, young, famous and unknown. Here he became more
closer to the great barbizontsy. They created a national French
landscape. They ought to learn technical skills, more than
stubborn, steadfast commitment to making the national landscape
painting. Barbizontsy his honest, sincere, real, fine art
strengthened in the soul of Isaac Ilyich confidence that he is on the line and
correct way, treating the same as they are, to a simple, no ranting and
parade of colors, modest Russian landscape. Its like a very long time
notice the sharp eyes of artists. Conditional, academic, pet
Art could not depict the thrill of live foliage, melting spring snow
reeds in the lake, fields and meadows with the views of the depicted what it
adhered to. Who came after them, It has become easier. Prior to departure
Sawin in the suburb in any conversation with Nikolai Pavlovich Chekhov, Isaac
Lenin said:
- How do you think if I lived in France, of whatever direction I
they belonged?
They sat in the East Room, where he lived Nikolai Chekhov. Chekhov
was there. He corrected the proofs of some of his story, did not interfere in
talking and pitched back to his brother and his guest. Nikolai Pavlovich said
loud and fast:
- Damn them, they have a hundred directions! But how much we still do not know! Wherever
You rocked, it is difficult to guess ...
- How are you my little understood - sadly said Levitan.
- And I think it's not hard to find a shelf Isaac - unexpectedly
Chekhov said, not looking up from his work. - We are doctors, but also that
heard, for someone on the heels of Paris being chased. Being in the great world
city - a long, dispassionately, as judges reader, continued Chekhov --
hungry inhabitant cold attic melancholic Isaac Levitan, nicknamed
barbizontsem would have been one of the founders of this art, that is
crime, community ...
Isaac Ilich rather smiled and with great tenderness looked at
stooped back hard-working Anton Pavlovich.
- Coro! Coro! - Said Levitan. - What are the colors he found in
Nature! How wise was able to write! We are not fit his apprentice. Is
stretchers do for the maestro ...
In Savvinov settlement Isaac Ilich definitively understood that in the
ordinary, inconspicuous motif can be deeper, brighter and truer to transmit
typical Russian landscape. Now the artist interested in an apiary, illuminated
spring sun, homemade rustic deck hives, wooden ramshackle
bridge over a stream with as reflected in the bare trunks of trees, springtime snow
a haylofts street in the settlement with the chapel and the well - all intimate
modest, humble, unremarkable, until the artist is not able to
depicted in all the warmth of his soul, lyrical thrill until
opoetiziruet visible.
These favorite levitanovskie motives were new to the Russian landscape
painting. They captivated a whole generation of artists. It is in sleep and waking
dreamed of finding the key to a true depiction of the Russian landscape, which
finally saw, but everyone interprets differently. Image is close,
native beauty turned out not so easy and affordable. Levitan lived
surrounded by his comrades, who often hears the magic for all
artists of his circle the words: "Russian spirit", "Russian motives," Russian
national landscape, "" our "," own "," Russian Revelation "... Isaac
Ilich, not chasing after finding him alone owned motives
caught agreed, through a hint, sometimes lazy and random, deep
penetrated into it, examined, turned increasingly exhausted. Was it not with large
people, using all they got to their ore. To them and for them.
In Savvinov settlement Isaac Ilyich belonged in the house three walls
yet hung with dried sketches, Perepletchikovu - fourth.
But here overtook Levitan unsolicited and uninvited sadness. Then all
world suddenly became dull, uninteresting, even irritating, no hands
holding hands, and there was nothing to do name - inspiration flew, brains
asleep.
Isaac Ilich three days proskitalsya somewhere with a gun in the woods.
Terrified Perepletchikov went to Zvenigorod and told the police about
untraceable missing artist. While there were going to find him, he returned
home, hearty, healthy, with a dead duck, a little whiff. Three days
Levitan ate some wild berries. He dreamed of a duck for dinner.
Perepletchikov sniffed it and refused to eat. Isaac Ilich shot the bird in
first day of their wanderings. The hostess did not want to cook carrion, and
Hunter was very upset.
Under laughter Perepletchikova Isaac Ilyich went to the police with Zvenigorod
to stop the search for good health and found a resident Savvinov
settlement. The police could not believe it, and he took with him the master. That
certified its occupant. Both of them seemed suspicious, they were detained
and put in cold.
Perepletchikov waited until the evening, he sensed something untoward and was
rescue. The police had already closed. Flagwoman tucked up in his belt
red skirt soap room. Cold seeps in the general ozhidalnyu for
Visitors small eye-window, closed the black bars. Levitan
called Perepletchikova and managed to tell him the address of the apartment superintendent, who
learned before from caretaker. Woman, brandishing mochalnoy wet mop,
chased Perepletchikova. He rushed to the bailiff.
- In a general way, - said the constable sternly and impressively, - I
arrive in the presence tomorrow at eleven and order release of those for whom
you apply.
Most did not talk, not listen to reasons to Perepletchikova,
advanced on his chest and unceremoniously squeezed to the door.
- By the way - suddenly sullenly said the bailiff, - ought to be and you
plant worries me out of office occupations but also in my apartment ...
The door was unlocked in the cold the next day until evening. Isaac Ilich
forced to buy vodka to his innocent victim host. They
returned home at dusk.
Levitan was rampant, frenzied hunter. In his Sawin Settlement
attracted not only the art work, but also hunting. Wonder lived here
king-hunter hundred years ago. Forest pomelchali since man killed
room for animals and birds, scattered the flocks and herds of them, but all is not translated, and
Levitan remained quite and lakes, and wetlands, and forest undergrowth, and game, and
rabbits. Isaac Ilich almost skopidomno deny himself the most necessary
expenditures, it is not every day, dined and drank tea for his art has paid
cheap ... He gave his last hunting dog - she never
visited hungry.
Levitan and Levitan-artist-hunter inseparable. Hunt gave the artist
new rich reserves of artistic impressions. When long
updated, they are shrinking, weary artist took his gun, the dog wagged its
tail and careered along the master suburb, to meet the desired wind blew
with meadows, spicy and sweet smell haylofts in the backyard, a hawk
swimming in the blue sky over the woods, looking for prey. Nastavalo pleasant
earnings suffered by idleness - rest. The farther from the settlements, the
faster paced hunter. He almost ran, never taking his eyes with a humble and intelligent
dogs. She knew him through to ten. Isaac Ilich asked:
- Vesta, five, eight, three ...
A dog barked as many times as it should.
Levitan spoke with knows how to close to him. She
looked astonished eyes of his devotees, who seemed to understand everything
what happened to her master. Muttering poetry, admiring the edge of the forest on
sunset, daisies and poppies at a secluded clearing, overgrown pond with
heaving in the breeze and white-yellow cups nenyufar, absorbing
Thousands of pictures of nature, Isaac Ilich shipped up from the hill to the hill, hiding in
sedges, reeds, in the wheat field, lying on the border and watching his gullible
bird. Seems Vesta tired before. She ran about a hunter, sticking
red, like a piece of salmon, moist tongue.
- Ah, Vesta, Vesta - reproach and regret Levitan - you mnoro run.
Dog age of eighteen years. Year of dog is five men. Means,
you still will live to be ninety, but I may be only half ...
They have a lot of talking, count to ten, were amused. Poultry often
was flying in the inaccessible heights. White smoke shot late. Vesta careered
on their elastic, as if flying feet, returned disappointed. She
there was no one to pick, even look.
Perepletchikov used to care Levitan and no longer worried about
the fate of a comrade. Vesta to be the first home and lie down at the porch,
haggard, gaunt, with sunken sides, with curly, poluprosohshey
hair from a long swim in lakes and swamps.
- Hostess - shouted Perepletchikov - put the samovar. Hunting
galloping horse - hence, the rider on the outskirts. Drink until the sweat.
In Savvinov settlement was late autumn. A magnificent piece Zvenigorodskys
edges, burning, bright, sharp, fading. Approaching in the nature of what
Levitan did not like. The artist began to prepare for departure. One autumn hunting
Levitan tied to the order of annoying hut. Isaac Ilich disappeared
till dusk. Remained a little powder and shot. And he decided to shoot everything.
One went so hopeless, hopeless, long rain, which
Levitan vexation returned home at noon, drenched and chilled, from
rifle barrel had to pour water, and Vesta whined piteously and bitterly,
trembling and shivering. Only a few artists came to his senses as the door opened, and
entered the house in a black cloak with a hood Kamenev. He still, alien and
aside, bowed when they met, without uttering a single word, and Levitan
aback when he saw him at home. On the table stood a bowl of yesterday's cold
hare.
- Yeah, ohotnichki, - said cheerfully Kamenev - we buy rabbits, the
them their own. Under bunny very pleased with garlic pepper vodka drink ...
Damn it, I can not explain why. Death love hare. Suggests itself
suggest themselves, sir. Invite more old man to the table.
Levitan fuss. There was something unexpectedly nice, kind,
attractive wafted from Savvinskaya wildings. He put it, Isaac Ilich
hesitated, blushed, and apologized to blame:
- Sorry, no pepper vodka, or vodka, I have no ...
The old man raised his eyebrows.
- A. .. but why? - "He muttered.
- You're ... said ... pepper vodka chewing hare ...
Kamenev loudly laughed and gently patted Levitan on the back.
- I, my dear fellow, do not always trenchant vodka. Today I did not force her
pour into the mouth. I would have noticed you, did not drink. When Kamenev not in a drinking bout, he
sobriety preaches.
An old man with an appetite ate almost all of the hare saucers, incessantly
said, laughing, laugh, and even sang the old songs, which are now
extinct, and once they sang in Savvinov settlement. The old man seized Levitan.
They did not want to leave after three hours. Kamenev meticulously inspected,
in silence, seriously all studies Levitan, albums with pictures, quickly began
ready to go home, put on his awkward prosohshy not for a long day and cloak
suddenly embraced Isaac Ilyich.
- Professor of you - "he muttered in a low voice - and we ...
time to die.
He sobbed, ran out into the hallway, slammed the door and ran down
rattlesnake on the porch floor. By thunder doors Levitan understood: the old man did not want
to be accompanied.
A week later, Isaac Ilich left. He purposely three days wandering through the fields,
not yet killed the hare. The eve of departure, the artist came to the familiar Kamenev
door. Could not say goodbye just as imagined it goodbye
Levitan. At the sound of the old man again opened the door, the crack wafted strongly and sharply
alcohol, onions, unpleasant eyes twinkled. Silently Kamenev shoved his hand,
pulled a rabbit out of a mouse Levitan and laid the hook gently, quietly,
not to tinkled.
Morning filed horses. Guy-driver hauled belongings of artists, sat
Perepletchikova and Levitan, wrapping a dirty tarpaulin and only after this
took off his hat, and took out a bundle from the bottom of her note. Kamenev trembling hand
Levitan has written on the back of tear-off calendar for yesterday:
"I call you in Sawin suburb in the spring. Coming from the son of the coachman,
who once brought me here. He will give ... "
Levitan long looked for Sawin suburb, until he disappeared behind
Mt.
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Savvino Storozhevsky Monastery was founded in 1398 near Zvenigorod (50 km from Moscow) on the high bank of the River. Moscow on the Hill guard who was a defensive Moscow principality. He founded the Saint Sava, Zvenigorodsky miracle worker, one of the first disciples of St. Sergius of Radonezh, at the request of Zvenigorod Prince Yuri Dmitrievich.
1. Zhukovskii, Savvinsky skit (1862) 1910
2. Carl Rabus, type Zvenigorod. 1850-e gg.
3. Kamenev, Savvinskaya settlement (village at the monastery). Rain. 1867
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