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Autumn and winter landscapes of the Nizhny Novgorod artist Nikolai Komarov Parfenovich

Autumn and winter landscapes of the Nizhny Novgorod artist Nikolai Komarov Parfenovich

Autumn and winter landscapes
local artists
Komarov Nikolay Parfenovitch


River Kokshaga
For this river once sailed on a boat and my great-grandfather sang with teachers banned songs, for which he was put on the account in the gendarmerie (documents found in the archives). Interesting, apparently, was a friend ... and a beautiful river.


Golden Autumn


Autumn Park


Lullaby birches


Bird sat silent ...


Autumn Light


Old Park


Quiet location


Evening rest




Golden Sunset




Winter Sun


Winter edge








Komarov Nikolay Parfenovitch

Born in 1959 in the village. B. Tersenov Uren district of Nizhny Novgorod region.
In 1976 he graduated from high school №1 and DSHH g.Urenya.
In 1981 he graduated from art-graphic faculty of the Chuvash State Pedagogical University. I.Ya.Yakovleva.
In 1988 he graduated from the Institute of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. EI Repin Academy of Arts of the USSR People's Artist of the USSR workshop EE Moiseenko, Leningrad.
Since 1988. by 1991. - Teacher Cheboksary Art School.
Since 1995. by 2000. - Senior lecturer, assistant professor of drawing CSPU them. Yakovlev.
Since 2000. by 2008. - Teacher Cheboksary Art School.
There are many different awards and diplomas.
In 1991 he was admitted to the Union of Artists of Russia.
2010. - Awarded the title of Corresponding Member of Peter's Academy of Arts and Sciences, St. Petersburg.
Komarov Nikolay Parfenovitch works are in museums, galleries and private collections in Russia, China, Japan, South Korea, Germany, France, Italy, USA, Belgium, Holland and many other countries.
Lives and works in Cheboksary.


Without a title

Without a title

On the carpet - plane real feelings


She dreamed of him. Facial features blurred and sometimes even different, but he knew that it was - it. Angels do not dream, and they do not sleep. But he has learned. Specifically to see her. He felt it in his sleep smell. What she smelled? Comfort, hope. I guess he knew what it was, in a past life, but now it seems that it never happened. Only she - and all. Past and future ... life. The angel is life? Sometimes, if somewhere there eyes, through attracting unreal distance. If somewhere there lips, the taste of which he knows just because it is the taste of happiness. As the years passed. Many Angels, who have recently started with him already progressed rapidly through the ranks, and he lived the dream of her as a woman who can give him the touch of a miracle.

Previously, it was simple and clear. What time is it? Decade? Century? Era? And now difficult and dreary. Each job - as a duty. He flew to a meeting with the new object. New human life worthy of the Guardian. Recent decades side by side with someone. The object was a woman. Not as young as he had expected, and not so beautiful. But something she liked, perhaps, be it the Custodian will not be boring. A few days later, he realized that she was an outstanding personality. A week later - that it is unmatched. A month later - that it is unique. Next to her was easy. And at the same time is difficult. She did not admit to his close anyone, even a guardian angel.

Angels usually did not like any tender feelings towards his person. They remained friends for many years. So it was more convenient. He firmly entrenched in her life thus another. Strange to say, as soon as he took up the job, he never dreamed a dream ... His fairy-tale dream, promising unknown happiness.




She trusted him with their joys and woes. But he, knowing every move that she makes on the road of life, experienced a strange excitement every time listening to it from her mouth. She asks for advice, but did on its own. He flew at night and inspired her, how to act, and she laughed and repeated that his notation her dream. And refused to obey. He wondered. In life, there is something far more powerful than the Guardian Angel. She did everything wrong, but it turns out right. Who protected her better and more thoroughly than he?


Once he thought that once she marries. His chest ached so badly that his breath. Here it happens in people when they say it hurts the heart? She was walking around, smiling about something said, but he did not hear the words. Chest pain became hot like fire, it explodes it from within a million needles. Interestingly, the angels pretending people can die? And then another thought that there are people pretending to be angels. ... It can not be a woman so ... so perfect, so right, so, the air! She pretends to be an angel!


His eyes darkened. He did not understand what happened next. They were crossing the road when he slowly began to settle on the land. She inertia took a few steps, before discovering that he slouched down on the asphalt. This is because the sun shines brightly, or car headlights very close?

Fraction of a second - is how much? It's so much time, so you can feel the push. Next you? Back? And see, to witness two souls soaring in the sky. He saw himself only familiar with wings blocking the sun, and her strange winged woman who lost because of these wings of some part of yourself ...

Total fraction of a second, but he saw those two there in the sky, entwined in one flesh, wings - wings in the body - the body ... And suddenly he was separated, and began to plummet because the wings were gone. .. And she stayed there, lovely in its flight, and impossible in a new guise.


He opened his eyes ... Her apartment. Soft light. And she's sitting in a chair ... no wings. And suddenly, they changed places? And now she is - his Guardian? After all, someone has pulled it from under the wheels, if he was alive? And suddenly a new impetus, no longer forward and not backward. Push from the depths of consciousness ... It's his dream! Dream come true! So that's why so warm !!! It is - it? And why does he not understand that before?
So many years have been wasted? And he did not notice anything ??? And now, so comfortable, so easy ... She walked over to the couch and sat down nearby, kissed him on the nose.

- Darling, you make coffee?
- No, better lie down with me ...


Guardian Angel can be very close ... sent by God - and you will not notice, and even more - sent an angel to life ... ... It's easy to become a Guardian for the Beloved, especially when your soul once entwined in the arms of a highly in the sky, and you know it ... Guardian Angel can save you from the fatal steps and Love - from the rest ... Especially from blindness, not allowing it to see who next ... And the wings? Yes, God is with them, maybe they have it? Or maybe stayed with him ... Because love can fly at all without them, just a magic carpet ride real feelings ... So much so that the very angels envy ...
@ Golden Litvinov


Unmask - the creative team from China, consisting of three painters and sculptors: Liu Zhan, Kuang Jun and Tan Tianwei. In 2002, all three finished the Beijing Academy of Applied Arts, and since 2003 the first year, beginning with the student exhibition, the artists were exhibited in China, Japan, France, Britain, the United States and other countries.


French: sophistication and glamor ... | Jean-Gabriel Domergue

French: sophistication and glamor ... | Jean-Gabriel Domergue

French painter Jean-Gabriel Domergue (1889-1962)


His women - are easily recognizable. It showed the world the true Domergue Frenchwoman - elegant, coquettish beauty with swan neck. Many celebrities have posed for the artist, among them Josephine Baker, Brigitte Bardot, Gina Lollobrigida.

Garou - Garou - Je n'attendais que Vous
That thou my Parisienne
You walk around Paris in the morning,
Heels, knocking early in the morning
Behind him zovёsh slowly.

Stroll along the boulevards empty
Where not yet soul
Where will be explained in love
French J Tame, I will explain.

How will sound failure
If the heart is given to the other,
Do not be sad useless crying
I'm still with you for two days.

I will gently caress on a bed
About your beauty insist
Hot lips mouth touch
In the alleys of Montmartre ask.

You pyshnobёdraya Judy
Under the sounds of spring Polonaise,
White full
To expose the shop of wonders.

Their goods to better assess
Filling unbuttoned bodice,
We painted the walls of graphite
Mod nipples exposed.





In Paris shimmering sun
Under the touch of playful rays
On the fingers nameless two rings
Lit up like a pair of candles.
Sergey Burzhinsky