Stories of paintings and collections

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It has long been going to open a topic about the history of the paintings, they are also called existence and that it is extremely important at the present time, Provenance. Provenance in Russian - is, I think in general a separate topic, but as far as interesting stories, I have gathered them quite a lot. Naturally, the most interesting - the history of the paintings from private collections, because to see them - this is very rare.
I'll start with the stories published so as not to violate anyone's rights, and perhaps the forum participants would respond, and will share stories of their fundamentals treasures ...

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From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.
Trick mine was, of course, naive. In this paper, I learned the hand, or rather foot - very leg that was expressive - the artist Alexander Yakovlev, shocked with his friend Basil Shuhaevym, St. Petersburg public pre-revolutionary years. In the 20-ies they were in France, then parted ways with friends - Yakovlev went to America, Shukhaiev in the mid 30's he returned to Russia, organized the exhibition, was then arrested and taken to the Magadan. It seemed to end 50-ies, they were firmly forgotten at home, but I fortunately saw a lot of preparatory drawings sanguine in the house of Moscow's famous theatrical critic Nikolai Dmitrievich Volkov, the author of a book on quasi-Meyerhold and her second husband's first wife Yakovlev - who died early actresses Kazaroza.
- E-uh, my Drogo - gave Nikolai Pavlovich, - this is a portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
These familiarity "Vaska" and "Sashka" I felt nonrandomness finding pictures in the "Empire style" meeting Smirnov-Sokolsky.
- However, - he continued, - if you like. You know, I will give for the anthologies of Pushkin's era. The picture is worth three thousand. Bring me out of Leningrad anthologies, which I do not, and as you reach the amount, take Sasha vpridachu with Vaska. Okay?
Some years I dragged Nikolai Pavlovich almanacs, filling his dezideraty. Nikolai Pavlovich took them, thanked them and kept quiet ....
Finally, I broke down and started talking about that picture and it is time to give.
- Well, - he answered amiably - another almanashek, and ... taken away.
So there I went to Leningrad.
I soon learned about the death of Nicholas. Sofya Petrovna survived him for many years, she has done much to perpetuate the memory of her husband - has issued a description of his library, gave the collection's rare books department of our principal - Lenin - the library.
I did not consider it possible, and I think they do not properly considered, remind her of our missed exchange.
My collection grew and built. In the early eighties, I heard about the death of Sophia Petrovna, but then died and my mother. They were once friends. Both - the actress at the beginning of the revolution played together in a theatrical studio. Confess the first time in almost twenty years, the idea struck - what happened to the portrait? Flashed ... and left.
Several more years. I finished the film on Chekhov's story "Lights" and more than a year, almost never met with collector fraternity, has been and in art galleries, is still - in the "commission store.
And suddenly, for some reason - it was not long before his trip to Moscow to hand over the film in Kinokomitet - I say to his wife:
- You know, anything to me, perhaps, a pity that the lost, but Yakovlevskij portrait Shuhaeva not forget oxford.
- Do not be sorry, - wisely replied his wife, - If things are destined to be with us, it will come.
And she came.
December 29, 1984 at 6 pm, leaving the State cinema after the date of the film and the film must have had to take the end of the year - cracked crackled studio lenfilmovsky plan - I sighed with relief and decided to make a gift - to sit in the car and go on Smolenskaya Embankment - in the commission.
Fifteen minutes later I was walking up and down on his ill-lit, deserted before closing the halls. Banal uninteresting painting, lovely saleswoman, bored waiting for the last visitor left. How many times in my life, I went on a similar hunt, and not everyone gave at least some results. And yet I firmly remember the rule, suggested to me by my father: "Do not hurry. Be considerate. Collector concentrates in itself and the entire museum, and its procurement commission of experts, and even ... an accountant. "
And suddenly ... I saw a pillar of hiding now, or rather part of it - a characteristic profile gruff, simple wood frame and legs .... "Yakovlevsky" - can not be mistaken - leg Vaska Shuhaeva.
I pulled out of the pylon and now, not looking, quickly pulled her to the checkout. Prior to the closing five minutes remaining.
Familiar cashier smiled. "They found something? Ah ... this ... you sure? She teaches us the fourth month. And already declined. Was under examination in the Tretyakov Gallery.
Until now wrapped up, I watched torn label. On the back was written: "08.09.1984 g. Examination of the State Tretyakov Gallery. Portrait of an unknown man by an unknown artist of the twentieth century.
Dear State Tretyakov Gallery. I do not want to quarrel with you. In a sense, I was even grateful to you. This year you gave me a permanent "gold" ticket at the entrance to your still closed rooms. But I want to tell you - you have no right so to conduct examination. Because you are STATE and the Tretyakov.
And it's not the fact that the painting has a signature - it was hidden by a rough frame. The fact that the picture is another sign - "Yakovlevskaya", and draw another, leg. And your critics have to know the signature. Otherwise, why would they - Researcher - with you, Tretyakov, to cooperate? "

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From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.
Trick mine was, of course, naive. In this paper, I learned the hand, or rather foot - very leg that was expressive - the artist Alexander Yakovlev, shocked with his friend Basil Shuhaevym, St. Petersburg public pre-revolutionary years. In the 20-ies they were in France, then parted ways with friends - Yakovlev went to America, Shukhaiev in the mid 30's he returned to Russia, organized the exhibition, was then arrested and taken to the Magadan. It seemed to end 50-ies, they were firmly forgotten at home, but I fortunately saw a lot of preparatory drawings sanguine in the house of Moscow's famous theatrical critic Nikolai Dmitrievich Volkov, the author of a book on quasi-Meyerhold and her second husband's first wife Yakovlev - who died early actresses Kazaroza.
- E-uh, my Drogo - gave Nikolai Pavlovich, - this is a portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
These familiarity "Vaska" and "Sashka" I felt nonrandomness finding pictures in the "Empire style" meeting Smirnov-Sokolsky.
- However, - he continued, - if you like. You know, I will give for the anthologies of Pushkin's era. The picture is worth three thousand. Bring me out of Leningrad anthologies, which I do not, and as you reach the amount, take Sasha vpridachu with Vaska. Okay?
Some years I dragged Nikolai Pavlovich almanacs, filling his dezideraty. Nikolai Pavlovich took them, thanked them and kept quiet ....
Finally, I broke down and started talking about that picture and it is time to give.
- Well, - he answered amiably - another almanashek, and ... taken away.
So there I went to Leningrad.
I soon learned about the death of Nicholas. Sofya Petrovna survived him for many years, she has done much to perpetuate the memory of her husband - has issued a description of his library, gave the collection's rare books department of our principal - Lenin - the library.
I did not consider it possible, and I think they do not properly considered, remind her of our missed exchange.
My collection grew and built. In the early eighties, I heard about the death of Sophia Petrovna, but then died and my mother. They were once friends. Both - the actress at the beginning of the revolution played together in a theatrical studio. Confess the first time in almost twenty years, the idea struck - what happened to the portrait? Flashed ... and left.
Several more years. I finished the film on Chekhov's story "Lights" and more than a year, almost never met with collector fraternity, has been and in art galleries, is still - in the "commission store.
And suddenly, for some reason - it was not long before his trip to Moscow to hand over the film in Kinokomitet - I say to his wife:
- You know, anything to me, perhaps, a pity that the lost, but Yakovlevskij portrait Shuhaeva not forget oxford.
- Do not be sorry, - wisely replied his wife, - If things are destined to be with us, it will come.
And she came.
December 29, 1984 at 6 pm, leaving the State cinema after the date of the film and the film must have had to take the end of the year - cracked crackled studio lenfilmovsky plan - I sighed with relief and decided to make a gift - to sit in the car and go on Smolenskaya Embankment - in the commission.
Fifteen minutes later I was walking up and down on his ill-lit, deserted before closing the halls. Banal uninteresting painting, lovely saleswoman, bored waiting for the last visitor left. How many times in my life, I went on a similar hunt, and not everyone gave at least some results. And yet I firmly remember the rule, suggested to me by my father: "Do not hurry. Be considerate. Collector concentrates in itself and the entire museum, and its procurement commission of experts, and even ... an accountant. "
And suddenly ... I saw a pillar of hiding now, or rather part of it - a characteristic profile gruff, simple wood frame and legs .... "Yakovlevsky" - can not be mistaken - leg Vaska Shuhaeva.
I pulled out of the pylon and now, not looking, quickly pulled her to the checkout. Prior to the closing five minutes remaining.
Familiar cashier smiled. "They found something? Ah ... this ... you sure? She teaches us the fourth month. And already declined. Was under examination in the Tretyakov Gallery.
Until now wrapped up, I watched torn label. On the back was written: "08.09.1984 g. Examination of the State Tretyakov Gallery. Portrait of an unknown man by an unknown artist of the twentieth century.
Dear State Tretyakov Gallery. I do not want to quarrel with you. In a sense, I was even grateful to you. This year you gave me a permanent "gold" ticket at the entrance to your still closed rooms. But I want to tell you - you have no right so to conduct examination. Because you are STATE and the Tretyakov.
And it's not the fact that the painting has a signature - it was hidden by a rough frame. The fact that the picture is another sign - "Yakovlevskaya", and draw another, leg. And your critics have to know the signature. Otherwise, why would they - Researcher - with you, Tretyakov, to cooperate? "

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From the memoirs of Solomon Shuster:
"In the mid-fifties to the" book ", that is, the line I met by famous actor and bibliophile Nicholas Pavlovich Smirnov-Sokolsky. Despite the difference in age, familiarity is reinforced and even became a friendship. For many years we were going to make a movie of his stories about the books. " They met in a welcoming, hospitable in Moscow home Nicla Pavlovich and Sofia Petrovna and speaking about the future - I am among fables and endless conversations about books and people, paintings and interesting life conflicts, connected with them, getting extremely important lesson focused collector activity.
Collection Nicholas was bookish, a central place in it took "Pushkiniana. Paintings and drawings, I must say, excellent - Briullov and Shchedrin, Kiprensky and Tropinina - as if "accompanied" the main assembly.
And among these paintings hung one above the door, no accompaniment, but rather which imparts a dissonance. Amid screaming sharp combination of paints landscapes with birds frozen in flight polusidel, lying on the windowsill brash young man, thrusting his leg. His shoes, perhaps, served in the picture no less a place than a person - both in size and in meaning.
- Nikolai Pavlovich, - earnestly and in t the same time with the sly I said - why do you need this painting? This is the twentieth century. Not your profile. Give it to me.
Trick mine was, of course, naive. In this paper, I learned the hand, or rather foot - very leg that was expressive - the artist Alexander Yakovlev, shocked with his friend Basil Shuhaevym, St. Petersburg public pre-revolutionary years. In the 20-ies they were in France, then parted ways with friends - Yakovlev went to America, Shukhaiev in the mid 30's he returned to Russia, organized the exhibition, was then arrested and taken to the Magadan. It seemed to end 50-ies, they were firmly forgotten at home, but I fortunately saw a lot of preparatory drawings sanguine in the house of Moscow's famous theatrical critic Nikolai Dmitrievich Volkov, the author of a book on quasi-Meyerhold and her second husband's first wife Yakovlev - who died early actresses Kazaroza.
- E-uh, my Drogo - gave Nikolai Pavlovich, - this is a portrait of Vaska Shuhaeva work Sashka Yakovlev.
These familiarity "Vaska" and "Sashka" I felt nonrandomness finding pictures in the "Empire style" meeting Smirnov-Sokolsky.
- However, - he continued, - if you like. You know, I will give for the anthologies of Pushkin's era. The picture is worth three thousand. Bring me out of Leningrad anthologies, which I do not, and as you reach the amount, take Sasha vpridachu with Vaska. Okay?
Some years I dragged Nikolai Pavlovich almanacs, filling his dezideraty. Nikolai Pavlovich took them, thanked them and kept quiet ....
Finally, I broke down and started talking about that picture and it is time to give.
- Well, - he answered amiably - another almanashek, and ... taken away.
So there I went to Leningrad.
I soon learned about the death of Nicholas. Sofya Petrovna survived him for many years, she has done much to perpetuate the memory of her husband - has issued a description of his library, gave the collection's rare books department of our principal - Lenin - the library.
I did not consider it possible, and I think they do not properly considered, remind her of our missed exchange.
My collection grew and built. In the early eighties, I heard about the death of Sophia Petrovna, but then died and my mother. They were once friends. Both - the actress at the beginning of the revolution played together in a theatrical studio. Confess the first time in almost twenty years, the idea struck - what happened to the portrait? Flashed ... and left.
Several more years. I finished the film on Chekhov's story "Lights" and more than a year, almost never met with collector fraternity, has been and in art galleries, is still - in the "commission store.
And suddenly, for some reason - it was not long before his trip to Moscow to hand over the film in Kinokomitet - I say to his wife:
- You know, anything to me, perhaps, a pity that the lost, but Yakovlevskij portrait Shuhaeva not forget oxford.
- Do not be sorry, - wisely replied his wife, - If things are destined to be with us, it will come.
And she came.
December 29, 1984 at 6 pm, leaving the State cinema after the date of the film and the film must have had to take the end of the year - cracked crackled studio lenfilmovsky plan - I sighed with relief and decided to make a gift - to sit in the car and go on Smolenskaya Embankment - in the commission.
Fifteen minutes later I was walking up and down on his ill-lit, deserted before closing the halls. Banal uninteresting painting, lovely saleswoman, bored waiting for the last visitor left. How many times in my life, I went on a similar hunt, and not everyone gave at least some results. And yet I firmly remember the rule, suggested to me by my father: "Do not hurry. Be considerate. Collector concentrates in itself and the entire museum, and its procurement commission of experts, and even ... an accountant. "
And suddenly ... I saw a pillar of hiding now, or rather part of it - a characteristic profile gruff, simple wood frame and legs .... "Yakovlevsky" - can not be mistaken - leg Vaska Shuhaeva.
I pulled out of the pylon and now, not looking, quickly pulled her to the checkout. Prior to the closing five minutes remaining.
Familiar cashier smiled. "They found something? Ah ... this ... you sure? She teaches us the fourth month. And already declined. Was under examination in the Tretyakov Gallery.
Until now wrapped up, I watched torn label. On the back was written: "08.09.1984 g. Examination of the State Tretyakov Gallery. Portrait of an unknown man by an unknown artist of the twentieth century.
Dear State Tretyakov Gallery. I do not want to quarrel with you. In a sense, I was even grateful to you. This year you gave me a permanent "gold" ticket at the entrance to your still closed rooms. But I want to tell you - you have no right so to conduct examination. Because you are STATE and the Tretyakov.
And it's not the fact that the painting has a signature - it was hidden by a rough frame. The fact that the picture is another sign - "Yakovlevskaya", and draw another, leg. And your critics have to know the signature. Otherwise, why would they - Researcher - with you, Tretyakov, to cooperate? "