Special Exhibition of "Traveling Exhibition School" in Russian National Trechakov Art Museum.
When you enter the exhibition hall, you will see a huge announcement, which is based on Vasiliev's (1850–1873)1oil painting "The Melting of Ice and Snow". Walking into the exhibition hall is the work of the masters of the "roving exhibition school".
I lingered in front of these paintings for a long time. This is the original work of the masters. I don't know the painting skills or technical level of these paintings, but they hit my heart. My soul likes these paintings, and it can feel the thoughts and emotions poured into them by the painter, and it is the breath of the gods that meets me through time and space. They are the Russian scenery I read in those literary works, which are far wide, rich and quiet. ...
The forest in the distance at noon Mikhail Constantinovici Claude (1832-1902)1878/oil on canvas.
The shepherd Mikhail vasilyevich Nesterov (1862-1942)1922/Oil on canvas.
Oil painting is like a wide-angle lens, which takes pictures of vast expanse's natural scenery, dense birch forest, linden forest, golden fields, lakes and country roads one by one, and unfolds slowly in front of me like a long picture scroll. The picture is like a lover's eyes, which deeply shows the beauty, grandeur, variety, enthusiasm, demure or melancholy of the beloved lover.
The idyllic hymns and the rich and sincere emotions that came to my face made me cry. Yes, I think of Ye Saining, the last Russian country poet.
Sergei Aleksandrovich Ye Saining (1895— 1925) is an outstanding Russian poet and the true inheritor of Pushkin's poetic tradition in the 1920s. "In Ye Saining's poems, you can smell the fragrance of Russian field soil." pasternak.
In his poems, he sang about birch forest, black land, golden wheat field, snow-covered Yuan Ye, simple country life, love and life with strong enthusiasm. The countryside always touches his heart. His praise, nostalgia and anxiety about the future of the countryside contain melancholy, sadness, tenderness and meaningful artistic conception.
(1) birch
The first poem published by Ye Saining was Birch Tree, 19 14, at the age of 19. He began to write poetry at the age of eight or nine, but he didn't start writing consciously until he was sixteen or seventeen. Rich in rhythm and rhetoric, it gives people a fresh and cordial feeling. At that time, he was like a strong little birch, full of hope and vitality.
white birch
(translated by Gu Yunpu)
At my window
There is a birch tree,
As if wrapped in silver
Covered with snowflakes.
Snow embroidered edge
Covered with furry branches,
A bunch of flowers,
Hanging like Bai Liusu.
In the dim silence,
This birch tree stands tall,
In the flashing golden light,
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Wandering around the birch tree
This is the sunset glow.
It sent branches covered with snow,
Another layer of silver brilliance.
Ivan Ivanovich shishkin (1832 ——1898)1897/Oil on canvas in the park.
Birch is the favorite tree of Russians, and its vitality is particularly tenacious, symbolizing beauty and purity. It often appears in Ye Saining's poems.
On the morning of whitsunday, the hymns of morning prayers and the ringing bells resounded through the small birch forest.
In the shady Woods, she hung jingling earrings for small birch trees,
"How I wish to use my body to cling to the bare chest of the birch tree",
"Golden jungles once talked to each other and laughed together with the laughter of birch trees."
……
(2) Snow
The First Snow Vasily-Dmitrievich-Polenov (1844-1927)1891year/oil painting on canvas.
The endless scenery, colorful Yuan Ye covered with snow, winding rivers and towering trees in this painting are full of vitality.
Ye Saining loves this snowfield, too. He paints the first snow with vivid brushstrokes, which makes people completely immersed in this beautiful scenery.
I walked on the path of the first snow 19 17.
(translated by Li Hua)
I walked on the path of the first snow,
Lily of the valley blooms in my heart,
Stars shine in the blue night sky,
That's the light that reflects my walking.
I can't tell the light from the darkness among the trees.
The song is rippling, is it wind or chicken?
Perhaps, instead of wandering in the fields in the cold winter,
That's swans flying to the grass to play.
You are so beautiful, the lake is as white as a mirror!
Slight cold warms my whole body blood!
How much I want to use my body
Cling to the bare chest of birch!
Oh, the darkness in the deep forest!
Oh, the joy of the field in the light cage of snow! ……
How I wish I could use my hands.
Touch the thick thighs of willows!
Listen to this cheerful and brisk rhythm and look at this charming scenery. I also want to run there and shout out my inner joy. His poems are very infectious. )
Listen-Running Sleigh 1925
(translated by Li Hua)
Listen, the sled is running, listen, the sled is running.
How wonderful it is to disappear in the field with your lover.
Happy breeze is shy and timid,
Shaking the bare vilen bell.
Hey you, sleigh, sleigh! My pale yellow steed!
Drunk maple trees are jumping in the forest over there.
What's going on here? We approached the maple and asked:
The three of us danced together and sang with the accordion!
Melting Snow Feodor-Aleksandrovich-Vasiliev (1850 ——1873)1871year/oil painting on canvas.
The above poem about snow is full of thriving power. When I saw this "melting snow", it was still a vast landscape, and the gloom and melancholy lingered.
The wilderness is vast and the moonlight is bleak. 1925
(translated by Li Hua)
The wilderness is vast and the moonlight is sad.
There's chaos everywhere, there's sadness everywhere-
That is my happy and active youth.
A tragic scene of witnessing and cursing.
……
Russia has vast fields, which is enough.
Don't plough the land with a wooden plow again!
Even birch and poplar
It hurts to see your poverty.
……
(3) vilen and wheat fields
Alexei kondratyevich savrasov (1830-1897)1881year/oil on canvas.
Golden wheat fields and blue skies have nurtured generations of sacred, magnificent and timeless land, and fields full of harvest and hope. People in the fields live happily under this sky. Isn't it right to cry for this epic picture? "Why are my eyes full of tears? Because I love this land deeply. " (Ai Qing)
In Ye Saining's works, such beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere, and he always expresses his love for this land.
Look at the fields and the sky. 19 16.
(translated by Li Hua)
Look at the fields, look at the sky,
There is heaven on earth, and there is heaven in the sky.
My country is not civilized,
Submerged in the ocean of grain.
In the Woods that have never been grazed,
Crowded with bustling cattle and sheep,
A golden stream,
Flowing down from the lush mountains.
Ah, I believe-maybe,
In order to save the suffering of desperate farmers,
God is working hard, lovely hands,
Sprinkle with fragrant milk.
The Road in the Rye Galko-Gligo Levich-Mishayedov (1834-191)1881year/oil on canvas.
Ye Saining expressed his love for this land like this:
"Sweat penetrated the corner of the black oil,
How can I not cherish you deeply? "
"No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,
But the fertile soil of Liang Zan is vast. "(Ye Saining was born in Ryazan province. )
"I want to tell you about this field,
Rye feeds my curly hair. "
(4) this home
Ivan Ivanovich-shishkin (1832 ——1898)1871year/oil painting on canvas.
The golden sunshine spread all over the earth, and the trees, paths and pedestrians in poems and paintings were inlaid with Phnom Penh.
Beautiful, my dear Ross +09 14 years.
(translated by Li Hua)
Beautiful, my dear Ross,
Your farmhouse is like an icon inlaid with gold. ...
The blue grassland is endless-
My eyes are dark and painful.
Like a pilgrim in a foreign land,
I gaze devoutly at your field.
Can be near the low wall at the entrance to the village.
Several withered poplars rustled.
It smells like apples and honey.
There is a meek leader's day in the church.
Dancing shadows and melodious drum music,
There is a cheerful ring dance on the grass.
Along the soft grass path
I ran to that free and open place covered with green trees,
A group of innocent girls came face to face,
Laughter like a bell is like the first bud.
If someone calls me with the holy land:
"abandon your Ross and live in heaven!"
And I would say, "No need for heaven,
Give it back to my dear motherland-Ross! "
Come out of the church in Pskov.
Alexander ivanovich-Morozov (1835 ——1904)1864/Oil on canvas.
This painting reflects a fragment of everyday life in the countryside. People look happy and harmonious, and the weather is good. Maybe it's a beautiful festival.
The morning of whitsunday 19 14.
(translated by Li Hua)
On the morning of Pentecost, the hymn of chenchen's morning prayer,
Ringing bells resounded through the small birch forest.
The village woke up from the holiday dream.
Intoxicating spring spreads in the bell of the breeze.
There are tapestries and bushes in the carved windows.
I went to mass to mourn the flowers.
Whistle in the jungle, bird, I will song for you.
Let's bury my youth together.
The morning of whitsunday, the hymn of morning prayer,
Ringing bells resounded through the small birch forest.
(5) Leave their homeland
Ye Saining left his motherland when he was a teenager, and then came back many times. I wrote "I'm back here, back to my dear home", "I left my hometown", "I don't regret, I don't call or feel sad" and "Letter to my mother" with that feeling of parting.
As a "great national poet" (in Gorky), Ye Saining wrote nearly 400 lyric poems, describing the countryside, life and love one by one with all kinds of delicate experiences and brushstrokes. Beautiful and rhythmic poems are full of passion, tenderness and delicacy, and the fragrance of the countryside flows slowly.
His famous works include Song of Dogs, Letter to Mother, I don't regret, I don't call or feel sad, The Voice of a Moscow pub, Love of a Idle Man, Persian Suite, Poetic Drama pugachev and the long poem Anna Sneijina, all of which are worth rereading.
Here are some poems that match this painting. There is a picture in the poem, and there is a poem in the picture, just right.
There are also a lot of beautiful paintings in this exhibition of Shanghai Museum, which are very worth seeing.
The blockbuster "Unknown Girl"
Unknown girl
Ivan nikolayevich Kramskoi (1837 ——1887)1883/Oil on canvas.
Portrait of lev tolstoy
Ilya-Effimovich-Lie Bin (1844 ——1930)1887/Oil on canvas.
The Last Supper
Nicola nikolaevich Gai Yi (1831-1894)1866/Oil on canvas.
Children fleeing the storm
Constantine Ye Gerovich Macovschi (1839 ——1915)1872/Oil on canvas.
In the face of these original works, you just need to stare quietly without explaining the superb technology and the background of the painting. As long as you look at it with your own soul and talk to it, the emotions and gas fields injected by the painter will gradually emerge and nourish you. This is the original power!
Thanks to these great artists and poets, they drew and expressed my thoughts! ? Art and literature have no borders! What they express is the most fundamental part of human nature, which is universal.