Edward Steinberg: My prediction is reduced to the fact that this market is bound to collapse ...

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artcol, "Every year, leaving a few months to Tarusa - where I grew up, studied and where my friends. Sometimes I worked there, and sometimes, if you get tired in Paris, the favorite in Tarusa just breathe. .. "
Here's a recipe adequacy, live in Paris and come to Tarusa.

[artcol]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

artcol, "Every year, leaving a few months in Tarusa - where I grew up, studied, there my friends. Sometimes I worked there, and sometimes, if I get tired in Paris then prefer to Tarusa just breathe ... "
Here's a recipe adequacy-live in Paris and come to Tarusa.

But even so, even contrary. The main thing - do not sit in one place. And about the village and the adequacy of - I had a different view. Values are reinterpreted when you live far away from civilization. I myself ride a lot and spend (conducted before the birth of the child) a lot of time in the wild. Consider in the village. Everything looks more like seen from there. Chesney-word. MB pictures lay out here. I'm not a fan of civilization. I do a cyber-punk: D

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Сообщение от artcol

Values are reinterpreted when you live far away from civilization.

And if I do village in the house is all-water, electricity, gas, toilet, sauna, telephone is not "far away from civilization? But not the city ... after all, eh? Or have a very much bearish corner, "Zychi hamlet" go?

[artcol]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

And if I do village in the house everything-water, electricity, gas, toilet, sauna, telephone is not "far away from civilization? But not the city ... after all, eh? Or have a very much bearish corner, "Zychi hamlet" go?

In theory - yes. But since civilization has not only material, it is also the other parties have. The fact that Vladimir expressed by the word "cool." And there is a condition where the spins do not need. 3-4 days of this relaxation is usually enough for six months "krutilova. And if you imagine that man lives in this long enough?

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3-4 days of this relaxation is usually enough for six months "krutilova. And if you imagine that man lives in this long enough?

Oh, and I did this summer and never got out, the wife throughout the spring, summer and even now comes over ...
And I "steeper Virtue" ...

[Самвел]

Someone said I no longer remember that solitude to be found in big cities. The village did not retire. But in Moscow, gradually, I noticed a lot of lonely people. Here, life itself, as it were, makes retire gradually become bored with real people, as one becomes more comfortable. That I'm talking about ponimayushih people, because the weight of responsibility comes with the understanding, this is not my words.

[Евгений]

Three meetings with Brodsky

For the first time fate brought us together with Joseph in our one-room apartment, located near Metro Airport, and serves as both the studio and my husband - the artist Edward Steinberg. I think that this was the end of 1966. Large, red-haired, with light, rosy-cheeked Joseph at first glance not much in line with the romantic look of a poet it is quite classical Russia's biography. Transcripts of the trial of Brodsky made Frida Vigdorova, by the time I had read, and marrying Edik could not accept and deeply personal. For a sword of Damocles "parasitism" and hung over him for years: the "undesired trip", which is so glorious past of Joseph Brodsky, and later Andrei Amalric, tried twice to send and Edik, causing it to public tribunals to determine the condition of a five-day work. Rescued unexpectedly opens a vacancy at one of the "prestigious" posts guard, watchman, stoker.

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confident and heroic adventure, Joseph came to us in one of the autumn evening with my friend and a colleague Irina - the wife of a successful artist at the time the children's book - Vitali Statsinskogo. Il, apparently - the fatal lady of high society, in fact was deeply lonely and gifted intuition of a woman. She and her more often - foreign, friends often engage exits to us, wanting to show pictures Edik. One of these outputs was her visit to the Russian poet Joseph Brodsky. Where she met him - I had not solicited questions. How long and what kind of relationship they have - I say difficult. But this evening it was obvious that they are passionate about each other.

He was in a brown cloak and black cap, which protruded from under the curly, golden-brown hair. Ruddy, with large, well-sharpened teeth and nose with a hump, he laughingly told the St. Petersburg of poetry. Now remember that his Napoleonic profile the first time I saw even before, in the morgue of the Institute Sklifosofskogo - at the tomb of Anna Akhmatova, next to Nadezhda Mandelstam.

Joseph, like stones, shells, dead birds in the pictures Edik. Here he found a close relationship to him the meaning, though, I think, like many artists of the word, he had no taste, no love for modern art. After reviewing the picture, he was more likely, sitting at our little six-meter kitchen, and began to read his poems. The students were only three. We Edicom and Irina. But in his reading was no intimacy. He read poetry is not for us, loudly and loudly, as if shaking the spatial shut out - he sent his message to where time no longer exists, calling upon Him, and not have to witness. From reading that evening, I remembered a poem dedicated to John Donne. A special way to expressions of poetry, conceived Joseph as a gift of prophetic speaking, as a kind of revelation from the pulpit, akin to Blok's Symbolism, a chill has set partitioning: its musical form-shaped communion with the universe was blocking us, sitting near, the possibility of perception. Lost sense of a behavioral and spiritual unity revived only after a year, in summer, when we visited in St. Petersburg near the Joseph.

Joseph lived with his parents in a large communal apartment. The family occupied a rather large room cluttered with bulky oak furniture of the century. There is something reminiscent of Gogol's housing Sobakevich, especially the big leather sofa with high back. On the cabinets and tables vertically and horizontally placed magnifiers, and various photographic father Joseph. Joseph, we can see something of the old equipment, I do not remember that, dragged into that part of the room without daylight which exculpated for themselves, creating a truly cave cell where he could live and work. In his book published in America Brodsky calls the chapter on parents, "Fifteen rooms. Truncated room parents, in the amount of his cage, cave in, perhaps, really, and created the illusion that they were one and a half.

Joseph was a cage with no windows and looked like a closet. Secretaires face and chest of drawers had been deployed to the occupant. It seemed that the love of the ancient, to metaphysics, the taste memory of things the poet draws from these bottomless caches - so proprietary and visibly they were present with him. And he is such a powerful and strong, was like them, how they like him.

He gave us potatoes with herring and vodka, and we were happy, he read poetry to us, and we are now listening to them as if spellbound. He again read the poem of John Donne. Apparently, at that time she was especially close to him. And then we wandered through Peter.

It was a warm summer day. Joseph took us to the Fountain House, and we have long stood on the quay, mind reading a poem Akhmatova. But if in the "Poem Without a Hero" recall images were carnival dance procession of shadows, the stories of Joseph of Akhmatova were filled with the recent communication, not yet having left in the past. This freshness is almost pristine experience, so naturally became part of his biography and his poetry informed that special and the thing at the same time the providential meaning, which was awarded Poetry acmeism from Innocent Annensky to Osip Mandelstam.

Then I remember how we came to Joseph in the Summer Garden, sat on the bench, again came out on the Neva embankment. Here we Edicom once noted that not only Joseph knew every house, every nook and cranny of his Peter, but Peter, in turn, knew not Joseph. Our guide all the time welcomed passersby of all ages and different social categories. Joseph explained by the fact that in the summer every morning he makes his journey through the city by bike. So many of his identity became noticeable. And given the history of his exile, it is natural that Peter Joseph to remain as Pushkin or Blok, a living legend. This reasoning, I am doing now, embedding it in a literary Cycling and it is the St. Petersburg literary context.

Much later, while in St. Petersburg, we traveled the same route by which we kept Joseph. We stood on the Neva embankment in the very spot where, in that our wonderful meeting with Joseph Edicom, while still very young, lively and fun going over the memory misadventures of his youth, more milestones in life that oddly mirrors of each other. Both have not completed high school, both in their early youth were plotting an escape to America. There were some other features of the behavioral similarities, which now can not remember, and then, of course, not recorded, as all our subsequent meeting in Moscow. Now the city without Joseph, without a poet, we seemed really dead. With Mandelshtam feeling: "In St. Petersburg to live - like sleeping in a coffin."

When in Moscow and St. Petersburg in bohemian artistic circles rolled wave of departures, in Moscow there were rumors that the authorities urgently require departure of Joseph. During this period I have read all his poems. And for me, next to the great Osip fall in the other Joseph. And it was quite obvious that without the blessing of Nadezhda the latter decides to leave.

I remember that it was early spring. We Edicom on some cases were at the center on Pushkin Square. Somewhere a long time wandering around, wanted to eat. Went to the cafe "Lyra" and sitting down at a table, found next to a Joseph. We talked about our mutual friends. He told us that before visited Nadezhda, which is very seriously ill, and then said that he was going to leave. Apparently, the blessing took place.

After his departure, I got into the hands of samizdat book "The End of a beautiful era". This was symbolically named the cycle of Brodsky's verse is really an epoch ended and the rebellious culture of the 60's with its existential romanticism.

Galina Manevich. (Art historian, wife of E. Steinberg.)

http://magazines.russ.ru/arion/1998/4/manev-pr.html

E. Steinberg and his wife Galina Manevich ..

[Glasha]

That's how interesting turned the topic, actually. This is not a joke.
Where are the so-called creative village, the Village artists, or just a nice living (you know what I mean) of the village, not far from Moscow, within, say, 4 hours drive? I know the good areas Tarusa, Yaroslavl, there was not)), but had heard and well-read, a place of inspiration. Someone could even be called a specific location?
Of course, Paris /Tarusa is ideal)), but Paris is not formed two years ago. Human artcol, is probably everyone, sooner or later re-evaluation of values, especially when find yourself away from the hustle and bustle.

  Last summer, the fun had tasted, coming for 3 days to see a friend (for the summer is coming), and living there for 3 weeks to participate actively and with pleasure, free time was not, moreover, you'll notice, almost without a phone, and quite without the Internet, some Old ladies-veselushki which I immediately fell in love, become friends and I)), which are, grab their sundresses and sing songs, real, original, for tourists from Moscow or the same France, in between milking and hay, at a time when the rosy-cheeked from the fresh milk grandchildren cornstalk on the stove sleep. One trouble-born with the comforts of civilization, it is difficult without them, but now all this can be done, would be money. And this place - the area Kargopol, d Lyadiny with remarkable architectural complex of wooden 17 th century, the tallest of its kind in Russia - too far away from Moscow.
(7,8,9-what remained of the once-existing villages, and its very like a cow tongue licked, not a hint of a house or fence, only the grass to the waist, and 10 - the creation of a local master, two-way to the kitchen and living room -large closets, which are many houses)

I know that there are still village of artists "Ozerki" by Peter, but it is a suburb of St. Petersburg, a union of several workshops.
Vobschem without deleting the nonsense, I want to try.
I would be grateful for the "tip-off, to hear about these wonderful places, creative living villages, you know ...
(PS Admin, do not frown eyebrows, please, you can transfer to another branch))

[Wladzislaw]

Сообщение от Gala

I know the good areas Tarusa, Yaroslavl, there was not)), but had heard and well-read, a place of inspiration. Someone could even be called a specific location?

I have been to Yaroslavl, Rybinsk and certain small, those villages, fields and farms that are visible from the windows - this is full капец compared with Belarus, as with Western Europe is probably impossible to compare.

Yaroslavl, by the way, too. General view of Belarus - money tyryat mercilessly. In a city where there is oil refining, petrochemical, motor and tire plants must be money. The road - well, at home for 20 years have not been repaired, etc ...

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is a full капец compared with Belarus,

I do not understand. Капец is bad? Ie: the villages in the vicinity of Yaroslavl and Rybinsk worse by the look than the villages in Belarus? So?