Art in Paris
Before the war, Paris was the art of the same Entente. Paris ordered, Paris put forward, Paris stopped. And called: Paris fashion.
criticism (as always, half-educated artists) We were just bruised Paris.
What would you do a new, one resolution: in Paris for a long time and it is better.
Vyacheslav Ivanov and wrote:
Innovators to Verzhbolovo!
What's new here, then there is not new.
Comes to the ridiculous:
In Moscow, before the war, there was an exhibition of French and Russian. Koyransky critic called Russian pathetic imitators and vyhvalyal some still life by Picasso. The next day it turned out, that the minister has mixed numbers, vyhvalyaemaya and the picture was in the brush. Savynkova, student wretched “imitators”, and Picasso himself was in “pathetic”.
It was before embarrassing, that newspapers even refused to write this 0B. Especially embarrassing, that still life was a real herring and Great-loaf of rye bread, unthinkable Picasso.
Even now it is enough to perform in Paris, and you are provided with an invitation to America and success in her. So, eg, even failures in Paris Baliev rake buckets of dollars of the Yankees.
For eight years he worked in Paris without us. We worked without Paris.
I drove with trepidation, I watched with proud care.
What, if again we find ourselves only Chuhloma?