Biography of Chekhov Korovin

Korovin K. Chekhov I was, if I am not mistaken, in the year. In Moscow, on the corner of Dyakovskaya and Sadovaya, there was a hotel called "Eastern Rooms" - why the "eastern" unknown these were the most seedy furniture rooms. At the “ceremonial” entrance, so that the front door was closed tightly, three bricks Levitan, who was then still a student of the school of painting, sculpture and architecture, were adapted to it.

It was spring. Together with Levitan, we walked from school, with Myasnitskaya - after the third, last, painting exam, in which we received silver medals: I - for the drawing, Levitan - was very smoked in the room of Anton Pavlovich, the samovar stood on the table. There were kalachi, sausage, beer. He sat on the edge of the sofa. It had a gray jacket on it, at that time many students went in such jackets.

In addition to him, the room had unfamiliar young people - students. Students spoke warmly, argued, drank tea, beer and ate sausages. Anton Pavlovich sat and was silent, only occasionally answering questions addressed to him.

He was a handsome man. He had a large open face with good laughing eyes. Talking with someone, he sometimes stared intently at the speaker, but immediately after him lowered his head and smiled at some special, meek smile. His whole figure, an open face, wide breasts inspired his special trust in him-from him, as if em, as if emanated, despite his youth, even youth, even then, a kind grandfather was felt in him, who wanted to come and ask about the truth, ask about grief, and believe him something the most important that everyone has deep at the bottom of the soul.

Anton Pavlovich was simple and natural, he did nothing of himself, there was not a shadow of drawing or admiring himself. A born modesty, a special measure, even shyness - have always been in Anton Pavlovich. There was a spring, sunny day Levitan and I called Anton Pavlovich to go to Sokolniki. We talked about the medals we received. One of the students presented: - Well, you will wear on the neck?

How are the Switches? Levitan answered him: “No, they are not worn by this just in a sign of differences at the end of the school, the students were different than Anton Pavlovich.” They were large debaters and in some kind of opposition to everything. How can you write a work without an idea? Do you have no ideas? .. These students argued strangely.

They were obviously unhappy with Anton Pavlovich. It was evident that he did not meet some didactics of their direction, their ideological and instructive sense. They wanted to manage, teach, lead, influence. They knew everything - they understood everything. And Anton Pavlovich, apparently, was very boring. What are they leading to? There are no opposition or ideas in them "Russian Vedomosti", for example.

Yes, entertainment and only why such a Chinese pseudonym? .. Chekhov laughed. And he added: - We’ll go to Sokolniki beautiful day there are already blooming in air, spring. And we went to Sokolniki. From the Red Gate, we sat on a break and drove past the stations, past the red pond and wooden houses with green and red iron roofs. We drove along the outskirts of Moscow, dear Levitan, continued the interrupted conversation.

Can I be an artist or not? Anton Pavlovich, laughing, intervened in the conversation: - How will he throw painting? .. Isaac is cunning, he will not leave the medal on his neck, he got waiting for Stanislav and Stanislav, this is not so called: Stanislav, do not hit me in the face, the students were angry. The product of the construction of wood - this nature creates a popular treasure for the people Anton Pavlovich laughed.

The Aunt from the bourgeois sitting next to Levitan handed him a red Easter egg and said: “Eat, the handsome Levitan was very beautiful.” My father died now the magpies of his Levitan and Chekhov laughed. Levitan took the egg and asked how his father was called to know who to remember the woman was a little tipsy. And the people are a book under his arm, we came to a circle in Sokolniki.

Leaving the car, the woman who was traveling with us, turning to Levitan, said goodbye: - Remember the parent's name was Nikita Nikitich and as you end the seminary, your hair will be good to come to the printers Anfisa Nikitishnu everyone knows all the hungry, the scientists Anton Pavlovich laughed, the students were serious. The students had some crush. It seemed that the senior concern on the heels pursued them.

They were full of some obsessive ideas. Something heavy and fictitious gravitated over them, like some kind of service that constrains their youth. They had no simplicity and the abdomen simply surrender to a minute of life. And spring was so good! But when Levitan, pointing to the beauty of the forest, said: “Look how good,” one of the students replied: “Nothing special forest, and damn it!

.. That there was a good one along the alley. The forest was mysteriously beautiful. In the rays of the spring sun with reddish lights, they sparkled in a deep dark blue sky.Drozds whistled incessantly, and the cuckoo in the distance mysteriously counted how many years of life left on this secret land. Students, with plaid on their shoulders, also revived and sang: we will drink after that we will drink for him, for his ideal Anton Pavlovich and Levitan walked nearby, and the students went ahead of how large their hair lay on their blankets, which was fashionable then.