Kramskoy detailed biography

Ivan Kramskoy. The chapter from the Book of Hope Cher about the artists -forwards of the person who wanted to have his own image should have been for a long time - about twenty minutes - to sit in front of the device and not to move, and in order not to move, his head was densely held by an iron slingshot. The prints turned out to be muddy, weak, they had to be strongly retouched - to paint, correct - and “cut” with watercolor paints.

Danilevsky needed Retusher. He learned that in Ostrogozhsk there is a photographer of Tulinov, and offered him a job. Tulinov himself refused the proposal, but took a job for Vanya Kramsky - he was sure that he would cope with her. The very first photographs “cut” by Vanya Kramskoy, “respected Ivan Nikolaevich”, as Danilevsky called him, brought the photographer in delight.

And all the time, while the Dragoon regiment stood in the city, Vanya tirelessly “cut” the photos. Everyone starred - both military and civilian; In almost every house on a chest of drawers, covered with a knitted napkin, a family photograph now flaunted. The regiment left. Danilevsky closed his photo and was also going to leave. Leaving from Ostrogozhsk, he invited the young Kramskoy to go with him, promised to make him a good master-resort, said that “Ivan Nikolaevich” would see all of Russia, and would earn a lot of money.

Finally, after long persuasion, she surrendered - it seemed to her for a long time that the clerk from Vanya would be bad. The last evening I spend in the circle of my relatives and acquaintances. The last time I see familiar objects: rooms, furniture, guitar. I have the paintings with a sad eye; Here is one of them, my work: “The death of Ivan Susanin” here is the tobacco, boxes and other trifles, finally my favorite books: “Domestic Notes” and “Contemporary” but Kramsky was sixteen years old, and he took such significant words with the epigraph for his diary: “I begin to live!

Exactly a month later, such a record appeared in the diary: “A lot of time has already passed since I am in Kharkov, but I have never been completely fun. I don't know why this happens; It seems to me only, however, from the fact that I am to my own but to judge completely by strict justice, it is impossible for him to please him. A strange person is my master!

He firmly decided to leave Danilevsky, but under the contract was obliged to work for three years. True, these years have not disappeared to him for nothing. He has seen many different cities: Kharkov, Eagle, Tula, Kursk, Moscow, Nizhny Novgorod, learned a new life, met people, read a lot. He thought about painting constantly and did not so much think as it was covered by a feeling of some enthusiastic love for her.

Sweet painting! I will die if I do not comprehend you at least as much as it is accessible to my abilities how captivating all Russian songs! What is in them, in these songs? .. Sadness, longing for what and what? .. I myself don’t know, I don’t know why it came to my mind today, only my heart was alarmed by some kind of memory of the past he often thought about himself, about his future; He told himself that the only way of his life - the path of the artist, in order to be an artist, is not enough only of his abilities - you need to study a lot and for a long time and be an educated person, and he, a “self -study in everything”, finished only a few classes of the county school.

Meanwhile, relations with Danilevsky became worse, and once, after a stormy quarrel, Kramskoy left him. Of course, to Petersburg, closer to the Academy of Arts, to great artists. What awaits him in the capital?

Kramskoy arrived in St. Petersburg at the end of the year and settled on Vasilyevskoye Island, where students of the Academy of Arts usually rented apartments. He read about St. Petersburg, imagined, according to the stories, by illustrations in the books, this wonderful city on the Neva, with its straight, streets, with Nevsky Prospekt, with Hermitage, with an amazing architectural ensemble of the Academy of Arts, Egyptian Sphinxes on the Neva embankment.

Stunned and delighted, he now often wandered around the streets of the city, he was in the Hermitage many times, but never entered the Academy of Arts - he did not dare.