K.K.Chebotarev, the exhibition in the gallery at Varshavke

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Сообщение от natalia-v

Somehow, it seems that they are Sakharov Avenue.

To move the Swamp?

[natalia-v]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzran

to move the Swamp?

First, clean up the Boulevard Ring <- ~ 2 ~ ->

[seimon123]

That are not in Moscow to Kazan, I think it just

[natalia-v]

Сообщение от seimon123

What's going on Moscow to Kazan and not what I think exactly

  "aggravation top flair ..."

"That's the first thing, written immediately after the October Revolution, perhaps simultaneously with the" Twelve "Block. Artist now calls it the" Red Army ", but in fact it was written at a time when the Red Army was not yet out of the question.". ... "What is striking in this picture, so the discrepancy with the usual notion of revolution, there is some other revolution, the new, the unusual, very different from the one you sing the poets and artists. Indeed, why so empty streets like all died out, why so creepy houses are meaningful stone masses, something hidden in the depths of the depressions of their windows? " ... "Suddenly deserted and the streets were quiet, and just ran around him hurricane rare cars, from which protruded podsteregayusche ominous barrel machine guns, long the October night all the houses were without lights, dark, black, and only heard echoing in the cold darkness steps patrols , but sometimes restless guns chattered somewhere "..." In the swift, iron rhythm going there is something terrible, almost inhuman, inexorable as fate itself. "..." The picture is similar stretched bow from which the arrow flies " - so wrote in 1922 about this picture Anatoly Fomin in his book "On the way to the art of the future."

[seimon123]

N.Andreev still writes that the painting can be seen on clear uniformity in equipment , an officer 's cap with band and visor, boots, obviously officer pokroya.Po street , just extinct and eerie silence of tension and silence, are soldiers ... their cadence echoing sounds the deserted pavement, steadfast in our resolve , going forward , they go to the unknown, lurking, and above them , filling all his fiery bright red flag flies .