A. Pushkin on the Black Sea 1897 186h141, 5 Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky (1817-1900)
Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky – A. Pushkin on the Black Sea 1897 186h141, 5
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PUSHKINS GARDEN
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It sounds like poetry all the way –
Reality is magnificent!
From the autumn downpour to the wind...
But the best part is the autumnal beauty.
Once, it was Tsarskoye Selo,
And a brotherhood of intelligent young men from the Lyceum,
Where each idea blossomed tenderly,
And above all, it was bright.
Once, there was a wonderful scent of snow,
It crunched, and it was extraordinarily joyful.
And lines ran fervently and nervously,
Leaving clear tracks in the snow.
Once, there was passion in the night and a table,
Where cards were played, and coins gleamed.
How much there was! Its important.
How swiftly the verb flowed.
By the Black River, there was white snow,
And people were dressed heavily.
The February light was subdued,
And there would be no more summer.
Once, they carried him home in their arms,
And the pain raged fiercely.
The possessor of a rare gift
Was already detached from this reality.
He has been changed
By his poems, he has become better.
And there is a heavenly country
As a replacement for the terrible ending.
2
Perhaps they have deciphered the code
Of our existence? A wondrous garden blooms...
3
A garden of unusual depth,
A verbal garden – the verses are clear,
An autumn garden, with crimson and gold.
Winter is so rich in lights.
The Pugachev rebellion is bright and bold.
How powerfully the language has been renewed
In all its directions.
Laughter can be life-giving.
Irony can be honey
From the most secret hives.
And autumn sadness is light,
Very far from grief...
4
In the letters of tree bark, lines
Of Pushkin come to life without a sound.
But verses without a sound are lonely.
Lines draw us into the mystery of being.
Snow declares such
Stanzas that it itself will become whiter.
Can one express the soul of Russia?
It is all striving for the heavens.
The best part of it, Pushkins garden,
Has become a reality, and the lights,
Flickering, assert that we must
Let Pushkin test our days...
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This painting depicts Alexander Pushkin, the renowned Russian poet, standing on a rocky shore by the Black Sea. He is formally dressed in a dark coat and trousers, holding a hat and a cane. The turbulent, green waters of the sea crash against the rocks at his feet, suggesting a wild and powerful natural environment. In the background, a steep cliff rises, and a few figures can be seen on the crest, hinting at a distant human presence or perhaps a journey.
The painting carries several subtexts: