Alexei Petrovich Bogolyubov

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Сообщение от Tana

Let's still not going to stoop to the level of the bazaar, because we are talking about art, about our culture.

Let.
But I'm in this thread simply agreed with the party about the artist and brought Bogolyubovo boring for me his paintings.
I started to blame the "martial diletentizme."

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Such negligence on your part, Cyril Syzransky, does not befit a man who wishes to understand the artist's work and is not permissible for professional. Well, as evaluated in terms of morality, your militant amateurism and the obvious bias Let every Validating make yourself.

You do not like my answer to this party, the tone of my reply, I understand.
But the tone of my answer was asked of the member.
And the last.
I do not like painting hierarchy. And most Bogoliubov-like figures of Russian culture, a lot of respect. But the picture ... Alas ... And the high prices are not an indication, Hurst, for example, is much more unlikely the price of paintings hierarchy, as if they did not like his domestic collectors, catch up with prices for his works.
Okay, bad example Hirst, will take it the Russian artist Kabakov and compare prices.
For sim leave this topic.

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THE MARINE CORPS

    1835-1840
   
I passed 10 years, but because one day I was in the number of students assigned to transfer to Marine Corps. This day was a fear of the Lord. What awaited there - frightened and delighted. Being close to her mother and brother, has already translated two years ago - it was happiness, but afraid of the new Dirk, of which lead reached us that she was much more serious of the local.

    Come father, served a public prayer for teachers and ladies. Boss-er Zon patted me on the cheek and said: "Give my love to my mother." Koch cursed scoundrel and advised to improve, said company of fellow - come to us again, probably because the other said there was nothing.

    They put us in the carriage, and in February 1835 (3) brought to the Marine Corps in the evening. We met a venerable German director IF Krusenstern. Tenderly and sincerely recommend to learn well. Led to a table that was much worse than in the Alexander case, and then in the morning in classes 4, Underage company and, of course, put in a "point" (from the freezing point), which were always stupid, backward and beginners novices. When they learned of our ability to close, then quickly separated from the goats and transplanted in second grade.

    
    Living and studying in Underage Rothe was not bad. Have the officers, of course, rough, particularly spiteful Iretskaya was Ivan, a man quick-tempered, petty tyrant. Sometimes, out of malice prideretsya and Saturday, when everyone is happy, that goes for housing, shouted: "Bogolyubov, do not go home!". It is, of course, cry, sometimes vozmiluetsya, and sometimes will sit on Sunday.

    

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We had a cadet Shigarin. His father, the man who so gloriously answered in the Battle of Navarino, commanding a battery and a leaning to the side, on the occasion that the French frigate sent an officer on the boat said that the core frigate "Elena" fit into the board's ally, he shouted: "Why you beat bad Turks ". At this time, Ivan Yepanchin with bot yelled: "All the same, go ahead for its twelfth year." This something Shigarin, bringing a son into teaching, shaggy and unkempt in nankeen syurtuchke, when I saw that the servant of the men put him on a stool to cut, looking all the time watching the operation, and when his son was suddenly transformed from a smooth to shaggy kiverny cropped bob, then sat down on a stool, a soldier saying: "Well, go ahead and I also poglazhe. Fact negligible, but he hit me in the youthful memory, and still see before me a father and son.

    Separated officer was with us Golovin - Shlepalka "that was hanging over his lip. This man, though a pupil of the officer class, but it was rough and heavily tweaked in the head with hair. Another officer was called Vsevolod Dmitrievich Kuznetsov and "Slammin '", and most often "Jackass" that scholar-cadets were allowed to make a pun of his name, when, for example, came to him, if only to ask to go to another company, then hurriedly called it Donkey Dmitrievich, to which he shouted: "What!" What! "Come again". - Vsevolod Dmitrievich ... " - "Well, look at me!". This Donkey Dmitrievich terribly executed. Sometimes povyazhut rope at the door of his duty room - and that's enough in the face end of a long wet towels. Of course, he would rush off in pursuit, stumbles on the rope and stretch, and the Cadets have long been in my bed and snoring hard.

    In the summer we swam in the frigates Corps squadron. This way, involuntarily in his youth studied all the gear, weapons and even the architecture of a frigate, a compass and direction of the bearings. So in 12 years, I already knew all marine trivia firm and friendly.

    In 1839, the first of the (4) I entered the company Gardemarinskuyu junior rank, being flogged for Kadetstvo only twice. In the company of not whipped with rods. I was only fourteen and a half years. Growth, I was great and the same was desperate gaiety. He loved to ride through the galleries wheel, liked different polygonal, horse racing, what is practiced with lovers of this case Vaska Greve and Brevern. Sometimes, down the drainpipe to the lower gallery of the Sugar court did not mean anything, why ever go ragged and often beaten, for even before the fight was clever. Force at that time I was not much, but it was agility to jump right into the strongest legs, knock him off his feet and briskly slapped lying blows and blows was a matter of five seconds. Here, I have had many troubles with his superiors, and twice I was almost kicked out of the Corps. But once saved my uncle Athanasius Radishchev, and another time - my brother, Nikolai Petrovich, who was already a warrant officer in the officer class, and being respected and beloved director Kruzenshtern, I stood up.

    Since I had with the release of two zero-minus for behavior that was less than unity, it clearly shows that my frolic spoils me in mind of the authorities. Vile and immoral, I never did anything, but as it was in bad bill, every dirty trick, which took place in the company collapsed on me and I became the defendant.

    Ever since his youth a passion for painting ruined me, too, because I thumped in his leisure hours in cartoons (5). Did the director, teachers, officers in chalk on the boards, on tables, in a word, where neither horrible, that too has diminished my points. But the teacher of Aleksei Alekseevich Alekseev was the best account, as well as from Mr. Fomin, who, when I became a professor, with pride, being at that time master of painting at St. Petersburg port, said it all: "And my then-Bogolyubov student, look, the Academy has become a celebrity! ".

    Appointed in the summer we sail on big squadron, that is, on the ships for a hike in the Baltic. Junior midshipman, I got on the ship "Prokhor. They were commanded by Captain Zahar Zakharjevich Balk (or "Sugar Saharovich).

    When passed in Degerordskogo cape, then Admiral Yepanchin, bypassing the island, always a good glass of vodka poured into the sea, saying: "In thee, Boreas, nark it!" - He did it, of course, out of prejudice, as an old sailor, decent rolling things first, as they say, for the outpouring of Boreyu that borrowed from the old legends and Senyavinskih Greygovskih times at which, God knows why, even saluted three-humped rock.

    As always, be appointed to the ship on a voyage monks. Of course, the abbots were sent to the Navy people are worthless, drinking, almost for punishment. But it turned out otherwise. Our entire fleet then drank briskly, but because the exiles fell somewhat in the vineyard, and drank the bitter wine in the mess better than the monastery. Was "Prohor" monk of the Valaam monastery Alex - a man of God, my namesake. I liked it, although doing different nasty things with him, that is allowed into the beard of the legs associated with a thread of two big flies, which he wanted to break free, pressed on his hair shirt. Pour some water in the hood on the bottom, so that, suddenly, throwing himself on his head, he unwittingly oboletsya, and moreover, another high-spirited officer or a midshipman cry out: "My father, Captain Wants You!", Then came the general laughter. But I painted him the psalter water-colors, and very diligently, and we've always lived right. On Sundays, Adm. Igor Yepanchin invited to his second master, doctor and two or three officers to dinner, and pop constantly, over who also loved the string and fluster him. As is evident, too, for a joke, a sweet dish of flaming rum pudding with a silver spoon. "My father, my father first!" - Yelled Yepanchin. The priest brought the dish. Then he took a spoon - is hot, the other arm - also does not take, began to blow stronger, blew alcoholicity moisture on your beard, it caught fire. Extinguish the fire by hand, he blessed the dish of the cross, saying softly: "Well ... you ... to the mother." Admiral almost died of laughter and fun, and dashed off to the position of priest vestments.

    Shaking and having learned all wisdom among Degerordom Eylandom and the island, the first of July the division returned to Kronstadt, where one week was brisk cleaning, painting ships, in view of the show coming of the Emperor.

    In December I became a senior midshipman, that is going to release. When it came before the exam, then my mother asked me to do convincingly, and I, thanks to his brother and a private teacher "Krasnoperov" (had a red spot on his cheek), Lehman, like ponaleg. Cattle Yuharin before the exam angrily told me: "Well, I think you ugorazdilo a sailor."

    Once Alexander I. Green called me to the board due to the fact that I started something very unfold in its place, immediately after his lecture, and I thought I caught, but as luck would have, on this day, I did not utter one of his words and when excellent memory, which strained his full attention to his story, I began answering him almost word for word to say. Of course, he was extremely surprised, hesitated, hissed and said: "Well, will you convict vspomyanite my word." Then when I became an artist, professor, visiting him constantly as a good friend, I told him: "The bad you prophet, Alexander Ilyich. Zamesto prisoner I became a professor!". He laughed very good-naturedly: "Well, how it was possible to draw conclusions about you from what you've been in the Corps, where she, her, you were close to the prison."

    Exams went very well, everywhere I had no less than 9 points and mathematics. Yuharin and one on the third day just to see me changed, and not believing my eyes and testimony, met his brother in the officer class, told him: "What is your brother, he's very responsible, quickly making astronomical problem, tomorrow I'll ask him more particularly that midshipmen do not like. " We did not like "the tides" - here he had to take the memory, and even reason. Books were few, was rescued by the kindest Nikolai A. Ivashintsov, hydrography, best known for the inventory of the Caspian Sea, a lecture and bid zagvozdok's ear and teeth and head off to put in the rules. And, indeed, Yuharin directly addressed to me and said: "Answer me about tides!". I started out boldly and briskly walked on to the third story, he turned to Ivan Tyrtova (after Inspector Maritime College in Kronstadt), late again demanded from me. And so the matter ended there. Of the main things I got 11 points! But zero-minus for the behavior summarized in the issuance decently. I was released from 75 people - the seventeenth, although science was third. Led us to the Winter Palace in cadet uniforms. The Emperor was evidently not much in the spirit, had called peasant-stuffed and sent to study fruntu and bearing back into the body, so replaced in order to wear epaulettes before the holiday, we were all taught to Christmas and executed Guard Corporal, and only 8 January 1841 I became a midshipman navy.

3) According to documents in the Sea Cadet Corps Bogolyubov was transferred April 23, 1835
4) midshipman Bogolyubov began Jan. 9, 1839
5) passion for caricature Bogolyubov threatened with expulsion from the body for overact image examination committee, headed by Kruzenshtern. Advocacy AA Radishchev and NP Bogoliubov softened Krusenstern, and for educational purposes with the hierarchy was taken a written undertaking to release an officer not to indulge in caricature. He kept his word.

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That's such an interesting medal.

Fifty years of creative activity.

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officers,

Warrant Officer

    1841

    I was released, as stated in the seventeen thousand (17 th crew of the 2 nd naval division), although it was not me seventeen full years (6).

    Prozimovali we are in St. Petersburg is important. Blood was boiling the key, but money was not so hot a lot. My mother was not rich, gave what she could, no more than fifteen rubles a month. Salaries for all went navychet outfit so for different hull broken. And they heard, was subtracted from us and for the spent rods, but I have not seen the bill, and therefore do not confirm it.

    With a passion for the arts, I often wandered in the Hermitage, went to the shops Prints, met with Dobitsieli (Rippy), which had a shop of any color in the Academy of Fine Arts, and finally attacked the inn "Golden Anchor" (who does not know it!) the artist Krugovihina. This man was a drinker, but kind, he wrote to the marina, and not entirely without talent, dragged out the bitter days, complaining about fate and the academic authorities who would not want to give him an academician. During this time he painted "Korbaz skipper Nikitina," which attacked the British cruiser in the White Sea. It seemed to me - good and even very much, but as exhibited for the third time in the Academy - again rental! And washed down Krugovihin than ever in this video I found him at home.

    Pohmelyatsya went first, and then he led me in the arcade to the merchant Kuzin, art dealer, together with the crystal - a peasant wise, deep connoisseur of the old school, who enjoyed the affection of my deceased benefactor of Duke Maximilian Leuchtenberg. Cousins met us harshly. Krugovihin me introduced himself as a young amateur artist and asked to borrow money for future earnings. It turned out that the calculation he should have four rubles - they gave a drunk and in debt to no avail. After seeing what was in the shop, I asked the cousin to allow to continue dating. He said coldly and curtly: "Good sir" - and we parted. "Do not bite neither for you nor for me to go to Nikiforov. Went to Apraksin number, we went to the line and found a shop where I also saw every painting, but far worse Kuzinskoy. Trade there were more than just Saint Nicholas da king stenciled half-length portrait of Nicholas. Nikiforov, drinking tea, we drank a glass. Krugovihin also asked to borrow money, there is no merit was not, but nevertheless was granted three rubles, and I was offered a job - for 5 rubles to do portraits of the tsar, or Saint Nicholas. Material ready - canvas and paint, and so on.

    

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Krugovihina I go home, and he went behind the bench, where two guys in a circle-cropped, suggests stencil pink colors, and the third - the artist Efimov - flitseval them, that is smoothed, removing buttons, and wrote on them, eagles, and then finished brisk strokes stars, medals and epaulettes. Head has been held naposled.

    In two sessions I began to write better than these gentlemen, and then, when more than much progress, he did two portraits of the day, differing poshiba who really liked the owner. And earn money on their pleasures. But since this was only the artistic and industrial work, I soon made friends with Cousin, who paid me for my pictures on 3 and 5 rubles, forcing to make copies, and gave very sound advice - in leisure time not to neglect the kind.

    It is time to go to Kronstadt. The crew went on a campaign, but because soon I went there, got hold of some work on Cousin, but until the fall had nothing to do, because the service and the wild life took away all the time.

    A second naval division commander Vice-Admiral Alexander Durassov, whom I subsequently was a personal aide to his death . Durassov was a very respectable man, if he was sixty years old, he was a friend Michael A. Lazarev and Bellingshausen. At the Battle of Mount Athos in 1807 was badly wounded in the head, so it lay for three days without any signs of life, and it is already doomed to throw overboard. He was a man reading, educated, served in England, Volunteer, and therefore owned the language, as well as German. His wife, Martha Maksimovna was very intelligent and worldly woman, by birth Korobko, daughter of former Chief Commander of the Kronstadt port, most of which, ehav in St. Petersburg, was questioned by a joker, an officer at the Havana post: "Who goes there?". Lackey said: "box." - "Well, in the box, then who?" (Carriage was an old-fashioned.) - "The same box" - he said the admiral. The officer was confused. He had three daughters. First married Admiral Avinova, the second for Durasova, the third in the Admiral MP Lazarev. A son, Theodore Korobko, very prim and proper upbringing and feminine, well-knitted and embroidered satin. All the ladies were brisk, smart and sharp. Reputed for mothers komandirsh and a great gossip, that in such a secular upbringing was very curious and instructive to all.

    Together with my crew went to my comrade in the Corps Warrant Officer Leonti L. Euler, with whom we remained friends until old age. He was a small kind, honest, funny and not stupid. With him, we often had lived together, and not once have in my little creative scrapbook of him to mention. Euler was the grandson of the famous academician of Euler, a mathematician. In the Divisional Admiral was appointed evening, he invited me and Euler dance after our official turnout. Dicko had suddenly found himself in the circle completely unfamiliar admirals, captains and other dignitaries and officers. But when the music began, the eldest daughter of Martha A. Durasova approached us and said: "My father told me with both of you dance." Want to? ". - "Want" - we both answered in unison with Euler. "Well, let's go." And we went to waltz turn, and then she introduced us to various young ladies, and we pre-dinner dancing tirelessly.

    So, first impression was pleasant. On another day we went to look for mates. Settled, of course, on the suction basket, beggars, lived five of them, lounging on the floor, but do not be sad, because soon priobvykli. Dulis in the Summer Garden of skittles to exhaustion. But the time has come to serve. Our ship was called the Ox. " Was about 84 guns. More correctly it was called "Will" in memory of taking the building "Will" in the Polish revolt, but the Emperor Nikolai Pavlovich alien will not allow because it is so him and baptized.

    The island Sikora Admiral Durasova occurred to pomanevrirovat. They walked in line, the signal - "Turn tack all of a sudden". Steel roll, craft 15-second crew Fershampenuaza "Mr. davnul in the" ox "in the right sink and blew his left hand. How to be here? Do serious repair once. Tried-and ryadili invented. Since I had a reputation as an artist, then I was drafted. "We can - I say - when obobyut aft canvas, then dare to paint her windows, different scales and traction'll take." And sure enough, his face in the dirt I did not hit him. When all was ready, canvas anointed with soot, I was leaving for good distance and commanded a senior painter - the devils with chalk so yes that way. And after himself, hung on the arbor, and have done work as it should, so got from the commander Shihmanova full of gratitude. With the "Oxen" and took a sample for "Fershampenuazy.

    This year, that is, 1841, was formidable. The first of July celebration in Tsaritsyn ships from their anchors are not just frustrated, so found a squall, many boats capsize. Boat from our ship was almost killed, and in this day drowned actor Samoilov (father of Basil). Three days later he was appointed Supreme review (7). Of course, Prince Menshikov was told about the collision of ships, and that's what he threw a piece with the Emperor (yes it so much he spent - will tell later). There are two divisions of 18 ships nose to Kronstadt, aligned like soldiers. The Emperor goes through the right side and suddenly came to the 15 th that was wounded on the left side, the ship cuts through the line and "ox" is the part of a healthy shell stern. He showed the king of the frigate "New" and went back on track. So that the Emperor had not noticed the flaw and is all the thanks.

    We went back out to sea and came to winter in Sveaborg. We had a brigade commander Zahar Balk - the same delicate Sugar Saharovich, which I served as a midshipman on board the Prohor.


 6) Bogolyubov, 8 January 1841 was promoted to warrant officer and was assigned to the 16 th the crew and the 17 th moved on November 21 that same year.
 7) In the reign of Nicholas I's highest annual review of the Baltic Fleet was a major event, tied to the day of the marriage of Nicholas and Alexandra July 1, 1817 This day was a name-day queen. In TSVMM stored pattern hierarchy, "Review of the Baltic Fleet in 1848, which Nicholas held at a royal brig" Nevka ".

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KRUGOVIHIN Konstantin V. (1815 -?)

Eighteen boys Konstantin V. Krugovihin volnoprihodyaschim became a disciple of the Imperial Academy of Arts, was under the auspices of Society for the Encouragement of Artists. At the Academy he studied under the famous pedagogue, MN Vorobiev. A young artist specializing in paintings of marine species and landscapes. In 1838, he received a small silver medal for his painting "Night" in 1840 - the title neklassnogo artist. Since this year began participating K. Krugovihina in exhibitions of the Academy, one of which in 1843 received a large silver medal. The artist was thinking about the title of academician, so in 1845 filed a petition for permission to write an academic program on the subject of the story, AA Bestuzhev (Marlinskogo) "Sailor Nikitin. At this time, something the artist did not happen, because we know for certain that only in 1855, KV Krugovihin recognized as a "designated" to the Academy for his work "The sea view. More information about the life and work of an artist lost in the depths of decades. And some of the paintings have survived. These are what make it possible to assess the artist's work and expand, albeit not by much, our ideas about the domestic landscape painting of the mid XIX century.

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MOLODCHESTVO

    1842
  
      Sveaborg, an old Swedish fortress, once a menacing, scattered on the rocky islands, protecting a passage to Helsinki - the capital of Finland. Reid, his deep and comfortable, the entrance is narrow and lies between the rows of heavy batteries. After that, left the fortress with all the port fortified buildings. All of them are old-type and applied to housing on the need to give shelter to the naval brigade. Sailors stationed in cartwright on the block shifah order arranged, and a small part of the islands. Trade is the most miserable. Herring yes Tobacco - "Anchor" and "Forget-Me" very sneaky. Then the smoke pipe. Bakery is also not good, so that all were taken from Helsingfors. The officers were placed in the wings, or dungeons, converted into housing, long and endless. The kernel of centralization was the wing, "verb", built in the form of the letter "G". It happened every officer disgrace and outrage. Drunkenness was universal. We drank, of course, vodka anise, and who sometimes bought richer Kanka, a flask in three bottles, Madeira and sherry burning properties are not worse than the Sobolev (Yaroslavl). Officers' Club was here in Gustavus overthrow. It danced. Twice a month were given bad concerts and vile concoction for lunch. Going to go public is always pehturoy, because the whole city had only one governor's coach, deliver, and brought honor women. The island is small, but still charges were for two hours, and we are sinners in the days of sleet and rain Take the club to orderlies. My brother and I lived in the new wing. This building was comfortable, although also with a through-corridor and a strong wind blowing.

   

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"To be hanged, he will not drown" - says the proverb. So it happened to me. I loved skating. Here are just prolong the raid with ice as smooth as a mirror, as comes to me, my comrade and friend Euler and Midshipman von der Recke. Let us flee to Helsingfors breakfast. Ran. Stepped onto the ice, thin and flexible, it's almost a wave bent under his feet, but because they decided not to run next. Suddenly my belt and unbuttoned his safety strap began to fall under the horse. I stopped and corrected the injury and only made two or three Jaunty step to catch up with friends - fell through the ice. Popped up, I start trying to get out of the polynya, but the ice bends sharply and I feel that I start to grow heavy. Fortunately, the fellow looked around and saw me in the hole, ran up. Euler guessed the first, neatly rolled up my stick behind him Recke did too, and then, laying her flat on the ice, I let my weight over a larger area, and God helped me to get out, and I tumbled headlong back into Sveaborg. Way was 12-15 minutes. Upon reaching the shore, icy, threw his coat, who stood upright on the snow, untied skate, immediately abandoned them and ran home. My hands cracked and bleeding, behind the ears was the same. My brother Nikolai Petrovich met me in horror, but, recovering himself with joy that he was alive, nothing else is found better, how to roll on me 2 cups of rum. Soon I was drunk, became cheerful, and went to sleep. Slept until 7 pm and woke up as a disheveled, as well as night club dancing, he took a bath with a sweatshop all waltzes, polkas, and gallop, sparing me from any complications to get a fever, typhoid or something else. Since I quit skating, and did well.

    On Shrove Tuesday staged a mountain. All the best society gathered to skate. In this case, I too was a whale. Planted almost on the fly lady on the front sled and go down quickly, the right to arms, and legs - was a kind of chic. Here I took captive fat lady, whose husband had asked her to ride. As a sin, something turned up on the strong side of the mountain and I cheburyhnul my first fat woman on the ice, and then into the snow. Rear katalschik sledge could not resist and drove her feet and the rumpled enough. But, of course, poisoning substances and Ohoven was not the end. Captain 2 rank Tsypit Admiral Balka said that I did it on purpose, and Deputy fun, I sat through the whole Pancake Day in the guardhouse. The Court was, as you see a prompt and fair.

    And in general Sveaborg was some inveterate port. It was said that at the time of Alexander the Blessed was there such a theft, that in cases of port archive is the testimony of one superintendent ekipazheskih stores, de so many rats were divorced in thereof, and these beasts even ate a brass cannon 8-inch caliber. There were also stories and such: just ate a live rat sentry with a rifle and ammunition, going back to the waterhole. And that is a lot of rats in our time, then I bear witness that, for standing guard at Sea Gate, saw the whole dense gray mass moved from one gate to another store, but time did not touch.

    Who had lived in Sveavorg, he certainly knew or heard of "Goldfish". Lived there for a contractor merchant Sinebrukhov, and it was him who said, niece, and who - his natural daughter. But that's not how it is, he had, and that the girl was marvelous beauty. Brunette with a marvelous black eyes and nose so delicate, slender, flexible, in a word - charm. So who among youth it was not in love! Make offers all sorts of lieutenants and warrant officers, but since it was a homeless beggars, though beautiful and stately, merchant chased all lovers of the yard. But not once breathed the love - it is necessary at this time. But because sufferers are constantly walking by her window for a walk and catch a wonderful view. And there, in front of the house, stood a well, on the outskirts of which rested in love suffering body, and when someone walks by, he directs his attention to decorum in a dark deep hole. "What are you doing there - wondered if only the head - that you lost it?" - "I look at the goldfish," - replied the officer. The pretext was a moral, but because there was no further conversation. Finally, the "Goldfish" married to the commander of the frigate Strukova. Then she became a brilliant lady, but God did not give her happiness soon Strukov died and the widow moved to Helsingfors.

    Once the lieutenant MM Filippov was gathering began to go through all Sveaborg, and when it came to "Goldfish", then someone said: "No, now our brother, and she does not want to see. No one takes, and get to know her is impossible." - "And why not, keep betting that it is possible." The same is repeated, and my friend LL Euler. "But that boast, - cried all midshipmen and leytenantstvo - expel the neck of fools - and the whole thing here." The dispute has gone from bad to worse. Struck a bet on three hunk of Madeira, port wine and vodka. We had to act. And we decided to do so - put on uniform and on a fine Sunday sailed to Madame Strukova, walked briskly to the door bell, came - dismayed, were deliberate. "But that, - I say - we will go, and I'll say:" Allow me to recommend my friend Euler, and you in turn will say - "I represent hierarchy". "We were allowed to enter. Released lady, not embarrassed, we repeated the conditional speech. She laughed sweetly. cheer, once we told her about our bet, not to mention its quantity and quality, doubled in laughter, then he had real proof that it took us to accurately and not chased. "But, gentlemen I see you people are happy, tomorrow I will meet some young lady will also be familiar from Sveaborg, but because they had to drink tea and have some fun. "All that we were very hands on. Next day we had a very nice in her time, and since Sveavorg morning everyone already knows what to do inhabitants, the bet was won and drinking in the merriest club.

    In the same Helsingfors wintered about 7 years ago, the 16 th the crew, with the commander of Rimsky-Korsakov and later director of the Sea Cadet Corps. A ship called the "Kotsbah, but as officers in the crew was almost completely drunk, then got the nickname" Floating tavern. " Auditor on board was Lieutenant Alexander S. Esaulov also not a fool to drink. Here again, Rimsky-Korsakov Esaulova planted along the carriage, and are they going to Skatuden to inspect work on the ship. It was autumn. Passing the city of Korsakov, being familiar with all the aristocracy of the city, bowing to the countess Armfeldt. Esaulov sits and takes up visor cap. Goes another lady, the same bow Korsakov and immobility Esaulova, goes a third and fourth. Finally, when the carriage came across on the fifth lady Korsakov much displeased, and, turning to Esaulovu, asks, "Who was the first lady, which I bowed as your friend?". The answer was: "Prosvirnya, and the second dyachiha, and the third wife of the skipper, and all of them I give my courtesy, my ladies, you are worshiped." - "Well, go off of the stroller and whip me in the mud!" And threw our Alexander Semenovich to the next puddle.

    Winter has passed, it is time to weapons, working in the port began to boil, the pleasant smell of tar melted caressed his nostrils in the absence of other, better flavor. I was appointed to the 25-gun brig "zeal", and his brother on the ship "ox." Brigham commanded the beautiful but austere commander Vasily S. Nelidov, sailor learned a long time navigating the inventory the White Sea, and now consist in the detachment of Captain rank 1 Franzevich Michael Reynard - superior inventory of the Baltic Sea and Finnish archipelago.
   
    Detachment was also the schooner Meteor, Lieutenant-Commander Sidensker Karl Karlovich it commanded a lot of rowing barges and two boots. This whole expedition went out of Kronstadt, where we followed the arms and out on the raid. Brig "Zeal" was an old ship, tembirovannoe after Navarino battle, but because of the underwater part of it becomes part flow. Laid for the lack of dry docks brig on board to strip the keel, but somehow, and blundered. He, heart, passed through the center of gravity and does not want to get up. Yes flowed sideways, the water rushed in, and then he stood up willy-nilly, but only sank! It's a shame it was Nelidova. But put the pump, caught up with the people, the whole crew, and pumped in 30 hours. But all the rats survived from the hold, and there were quite a few.

    Went to sea early, was terrified to sleep in the cabins very raw. But whereas the rheumatism is not molested. We were sat in the brig Reineke, but we soon went ashore in Borezunde, where he always lived, and themselves went to sea, and there engaged in offshore survey - business is very dull and stupid, which consists in the fact that they threw into the sea every lot Five minutes left turn. Promakav it that way for three weeks, returned to the Reynard to the island. Here was another lesson - to compute different yes soundings from the boat. In short, we executed the heads of serious training.

    But there were moments of laughter. Schooner "Meteor" and brig "Ohta" Captain Karjakin also masters opisnogo affairs, stood together. By evening, we often slid to swim, but because the boat two brigs and schooners rowing briskly, overtaking each other. At Meteor, was also my friend and my dear childhood friend of the officer class midshipman Dmitri Z. Golovachev, later adjutant and commander of the royal yacht "Power" (8) and the Guards, was called it even in case "barn" because ever layalsya and joking. Who did not know him only in the Navy, as a joker and a gallant officer until the end of life. Sometimes, as soon gather in Kronstadt and St. Petersburg, now Shawky undress naked and well, dance, sing and dress different tricks. Here we are going to swim, caught sight of two boats finca, boating only women so girls. Caught up with them, Golovachev was standing stark naked, briskly directed four side by side with the woman's boat, jumped into it, making a terrible commotion and plop down into the water head against! The women gasped, but all went well, and we all have to rush to bathe.

    Although the pair have already everywhere in Europe there was no novelty, but we do not like it Menshikov. And because funds were shooting the most antediluvian. The fact that the steam barge would have done in a week, we had to rowing, sailing to produce in two months, and the voyage of the Argonauts fragile - boats and barges - had been bitter. When Autumn comes in the dead sea to return to Kronstadt, killed the boat people, but it was uneasy. AS Menshikov bank coffers, and then of his savings had been established Emiritelnaya Booking Navy Department with the fund of 12 million, as they say, at 14. And for that thank you!

    Captain Reynard was a clever man, but sickly, jaundiced, all suffered stomach and hypochondria were the first magnitude, zany, often put on an important scientific view of the deep thinker, spoke slowly, ending that feels "stupid in the head and dryness in the intestines." My brother lived with him two summers, and unforgettable friend of mine Porphyry A. Green. He even lodged with him, and so studied all the ugliness reynekovskoy life, made a description of his life from hour to hour. This manuscript has been truly remarkable, wandered among his friends and then disappeared. They say that it has acquired a well-known maritime historian our Theodosia F. Veselago, and being an admirer of Michael Franzevich, hid at home. But I do not think she was killed. Veselago too clever judge pamphlet, to destroy it.

    The point he was shooting accurately and pedantic, but this does not prevent him from bothering us before the bitterness. He was an ill-mannered, but curious, careful, led the magazine as his bitch Ed (in Finnish - pike) was of puppies each year, how many lived and where darilos and to whom. He watched over by wild ducks, too, caught them while they were young, that is, at the nest. Males and females put on foot silver rings and the second year, found that the couple flew from far back in the old place and got a new ring. Were beasts with seven and eight chevrons. Raised seal, making their home, like dogs, but did not achieve the results the commander of Reval lighthouses - General from lighthouses Paul Mironavich Baranova, whom they had lived for years in his garden pond, slept in his office and returned, being thrown into the sea. Baranov, fishermen have come to and say: "Catch us bad, but that's because the seal lived on the shore with you, leave them alone, darling, help me burn." In the experience of Baranov knew that seals returned from afar, and therefore gave their request, and seals thrown in Nargan island in the Gulf. Four days later they were at home. A house was on Baranova Revel forstate where seals come from the sea pehturoy, lurking in the grooves of the city. My Captain VS Nelidov introduced me to the Admiral, and I saw myself as going to the pond, the old man clapped his hands under the water, and suddenly the smart faces of these creatures emerges, sniffing, crawling to the shore and, hobbling on their swimming feathers, walked him to the house , getting jumps on the stairs.

    Besides seals have Baranov was more then pigeon-mail. He gave his young boarders, lighthouse keepers, and when she was some accident sea, the birds brought him news, and he took his orders mating pigeons.

 8) In 1885, Bogolyubov in Paris, painted "Yachts" Power "and" Fun "(at the opening of the Sea Canal in St Petersburg)." Now - in TSVMM.

Save your work still quite young (17-years old) Bogolyubov, related to the time described in these chapters is the diary of events: «Fight 12-gun Luger wide, under the command of Lieutenant NF Metlin with the Greek 60-gun corvette" Scholtz "in Monastery Bay (the island of Paros) July 27, 1832. 1841. Oil on canvas. 39 x 60 cm Central Naval Museum.

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I rummaged through the archives and found some very good work AP Bogolyubov that were sold at auction in 2004-07 Swedish, respectively.

Work with a wonderful provenance.
Even the labels are preserved palace property.

Swedes are great.
Saved so many gorgeous photos!

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Many Swedes who have worked in SPBurge in 1920, including employees of telephone companies get the picture instead of wages.

And again, works of art played a part exchange.


I do not know who was the last owner of these works.

The main thing that works are preserved and made available to people.

[Ika-Ika]

Thrice spasibo.Zamechatelnye work, a wonderful artist, simply fantastic! Sorry for him a good album I have not seen.
 
Oh, I had stayed here before the laptop, it's time for the country.

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I've got a job here Bogolyubova.Razumeetsya, not so elegant as presented in this teme.Malenkaya: 18 to 22 sm.No, yet ...

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Сообщение от Ika-Ika

Thrice spasibo.Zamechatelnye work, a wonderful artist, just fantastic! "It's a pity it a good album I've ever seen.
 Oh, I had stayed here before the laptop, it's time to the village.

Ika-Ika, you're absolutely right, there was really a strange situation with respect to publications, covering the works of Aleksei Petrovich Bogolyubov. Over the entire Soviet period and was not issued any albums by this artist. But what an album! Was not issued even a really serious book - study his life and work. Individual titles were released only 4 hours:

1. Kozhevnikov, GI AP Bogolyubov. 1824-1896. - Moscow: Art, 1949 .- 40. 5 liters. ill.
2. Kozhevnikov, GI Alexei Petrovich Bogolyubov. 1824-1896. - Saratov: Kommunist, 1950. - 27 sec.: Ill.
3. Andronnikova MI Bogolyubov (1824-1896). - Moscow: Art, 1962. - 54., 18 liters. ill. - Bibliogr.: S. 53.
4. Ogarev NV Chronicle of the life and work of artist A. Bogolyubov. - Saratov: Saratov Univ. Press, 1988. - 192.: Ill. - Ref.: S. 10-13.
Chronicle of the life and creativity AP Hierarchy. An attempt to systematize the factual material from the archives, periodicals, epistolary heritage, memoirs, etc.

Bibliography of literary heritage of the artist, and articles about it will be possible, covered in my next message.


Of course, given the scale of the figure hierarchy, it is negligible. After all, if the focus on his political activities, turning to the rich memoirs and epistolary heritage only of Alexei Petrovich, you can not write an interesting study. Any aspiring to be scientific publication on the history of Russian art and foreign policy of the second half of the XIX century, can not ignore the personality Alexei Petrovich Bogolyubov. Ironically, but also paintings and graphic artist's legacy, as well as his handwriting, it was hardly covered in the Soviet period of Russian history. But only in the vaults of the Russian Museum contains over 150 paintings by the artist. In THG - about 20, more than 200 - at the Saratov State Art Museum. ANRadischev, not counting the fact that every provincial museum of the former Soviet Union has at least one work by this author. Graphic heritage Alexei Petrovich even more extensively and has thousands of pages.

     How could it happen that such important figures of Russian art as Alexei Petrovich Bogolyubov, so long remained in the shadows? As it turned out that even willing to write research papers about Bogoliubovo art historians strongly advised not to do this? The answer, in general, lies on the surface: Alexei Petrovich was a friend of the family of Emperor Alexander III. As you know, during the reign of Alexander III, was particularly favorable for the Russian history of the XIX century. Suffice it to say that during his tenure, Russia has not waged a single war! The foundations were laid for further development of a powerful Russian empire in the areas of human activity as science, art and economics. And it is beginning to bear fruit, if not a political crisis developed into a revolution. For ideological reasons, Russia gains associated with the reign of Alexander Alexandrovich, were "muted" or omits altogether, in order to show the irreversibility and the need for revolution in 1917 and subsequent political and economic transformation.

Galleries of works by Alexander Bogolyubov came only in 2006 and 2008, published by "White City". Unfortunately, the color quality and inclusion in one of these albums, papers, raises serious doubts about their membership in the painter, do not give us the opportunity to consider these books a good experience. But thanks for that. As they say on bezrybe and cancer - the fish.

Maybe it's wrong to write about what is planned, but I can not forbear to inform you that now forthcoming album, which includes many more works by the artist, than it was previously printed. And the fact that this edition brought serious scientists (I can not reveal more details without permission), characterized by a special scrutiny, even in matters of color, gives us the right to hope that the works of Aleksei Petrovich Bogolyubov will be illuminated as it deserves.