Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova
No less interesting is Morozova's work «Boldino Autumn», dedicated to Kamyshnaya's poem of the same name. "Boldino Autumn" in Pushkin's life is considered the most brilliant period of his creative work.
In Morozova's piece, the poet himself is of particular interest; his figure is depicted in close-up, his face pale with highly expressive blue eyes. The poet seems to have a premonition of something ominous; he knows what remains a mystery to others. The clock in the background of the painting captures the moment of the poet's demise; it has stopped, or perhaps it has stopped time for us. It is as if showing us that from this moment on, we will live without him, and therefore, in a completely different way...
The composition also reflects the location of Pushkin's final duel—at the Black River (Chyornaya Rechka), where on January 27 (February 8), 1837, Pushkin's duel with Dantes took place, during which the poet was mortally wounded.
In Morozova's piece, the poet himself is of particular interest; his figure is depicted in close-up, his face pale with highly expressive blue eyes. The poet seems to have a premonition of something ominous; he knows what remains a mystery to others. The clock in the background of the painting captures the moment of the poet's demise; it has stopped, or perhaps it has stopped time for us. It is as if showing us that from this moment on, we will live without him, and therefore, in a completely different way...
The composition also reflects the location of Pushkin's final duel—at the Black River (Chyornaya Rechka), where on January 27 (February 8), 1837, Pushkin's duel with Dantes took place, during which the poet was mortally wounded.
«Boldino Autumn»
Canvas, acrylic., 70x60, 2012
«Boldino Autumn»
Canvas, acrylic, 70x60, 2012
No less interesting is Morozova's work «Boldino Autumn», dedicated to Kamyshnaya's poem of the same name. "Boldino Autumn" in Pushkin's life is considered the most brilliant period of his creative work.
In Morozova's piece, the poet himself is of particular interest; his figure is depicted in close-up, his face pale with highly expressive blue eyes. The poet seems to have a premonition of something ominous; he knows what remains a mystery to others. The clock in the background of the painting captures the moment of the poet's demise; it has stopped, or perhaps it has stopped time for us. It is as if showing us that from this moment on, we will live without him, and therefore, in a completely different way...
The composition also reflects the location of Pushkin's final duel—at the Black River (Chyornaya Rechka), where on January 27 (February 8), 1837, Pushkin's duel with Dantes took place, during which the poet was mortally wounded.
In Morozova's piece, the poet himself is of particular interest; his figure is depicted in close-up, his face pale with highly expressive blue eyes. The poet seems to have a premonition of something ominous; he knows what remains a mystery to others. The clock in the background of the painting captures the moment of the poet's demise; it has stopped, or perhaps it has stopped time for us. It is as if showing us that from this moment on, we will live without him, and therefore, in a completely different way...
The composition also reflects the location of Pushkin's final duel—at the Black River (Chyornaya Rechka), where on January 27 (February 8), 1837, Pushkin's duel with Dantes took place, during which the poet was mortally wounded.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova
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«Boldino Autumn»
«Boldino Autumn»,
Clearings of the avenues,
Immersed in the memory
Of those distant days...
The Tsar's exile,
The fervor of inspiration.
Your lyre, it seems,
Was blessed by God.
Burning with love,
The languid forest
Casts at your feet
The azure of its skies.
The earthly life of geniuses
Is all too brief.
And already the clouds
Are gathering low.
Clearings of the avenues,
Immersed in the memory
Of those distant days...
The Tsar's exile,
The fervor of inspiration.
Your lyre, it seems,
Was blessed by God.
Burning with love,
The languid forest
Casts at your feet
The azure of its skies.
The earthly life of geniuses
Is all too brief.
And already the clouds
Are gathering low.
The bitter scent of doom,
Wisdom and insight.
As an unfinished line—
Life within a poem.
Twisted by pain,
Pure love is torn,
Upon his white garments— Righteous blood is shed.
And the rebellious soul
Will never heal its wounds.
In Russia, poets
Are right in their prophecies.
Endless time
Swings upon its chains...
Boldino autumn
Never ends within the heart.
Wisdom and insight.
As an unfinished line—
Life within a poem.
Twisted by pain,
Pure love is torn,
Upon his white garments— Righteous blood is shed.
And the rebellious soul
Will never heal its wounds.
In Russia, poets
Are right in their prophecies.
Endless time
Swings upon its chains...
Boldino autumn
Never ends within the heart.
Black River,
Russia's snows,
Death and immortality— Upon your shores.
The forces of love
Could not hold back
Dantes's bullets
And Natali's cry!
In Boldino autumn,
In that warm, gentle time, The poet's heart
Ascends as a star.
Russia's snows,
Death and immortality— Upon your shores.
The forces of love
Could not hold back
Dantes's bullets
And Natali's cry!
In Boldino autumn,
In that warm, gentle time, The poet's heart
Ascends as a star.
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«Boldino Autumn»
«Boldino Autumn»,
Clearings of the avenues,
Immersed in the memory
Of those distant days...
The Tsar's exile,
The fervor of inspiration.
Your lyre, it seems,
Was blessed by God.
Burning with love,
The languid forest
Casts at your feet
The azure of its skies.
The earthly life of geniuses
Is all too brief.
And already the clouds
Are gathering low.
Clearings of the avenues,
Immersed in the memory
Of those distant days...
The Tsar's exile,
The fervor of inspiration.
Your lyre, it seems,
Was blessed by God.
Burning with love,
The languid forest
Casts at your feet
The azure of its skies.
The earthly life of geniuses
Is all too brief.
And already the clouds
Are gathering low.
The bitter scent of doom,
Wisdom and insight.
As an unfinished line—
Life within a poem.
Twisted by pain,
Pure love is torn,
Upon his white garments— Righteous blood is shed.
And the rebellious soul
Will never heal its wounds.
In Russia, poets
Are right in their prophecies.
Endless time
Swings upon its chains...
Boldino autumn
Never ends within the heart.
Wisdom and insight.
As an unfinished line—
Life within a poem.
Twisted by pain,
Pure love is torn,
Upon his white garments— Righteous blood is shed.
And the rebellious soul
Will never heal its wounds.
In Russia, poets
Are right in their prophecies.
Endless time
Swings upon its chains...
Boldino autumn
Never ends within the heart.
Black River,
Russia's snows,
Death and immortality— Upon your shores.
The forces of love
Could not hold back
Dantes's bullets
And Natali's cry!
In Boldino autumn,
In that warm, gentle time, The poet's heart
Ascends as a star.
Russia's snows,
Death and immortality— Upon your shores.
The forces of love
Could not hold back
Dantes's bullets
And Natali's cry!
In Boldino autumn,
In that warm, gentle time, The poet's heart
Ascends as a star.
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Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova
Artist, decorator.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova was born on August 3, 1970. She works as a decorator and costume designer in theater and film. She teaches drawing and painting at the private art school «Talent». She performs live shows using the technique of sand animation («Sand Art»). She participates in exhibitions and art fairs associated with the Austrian catalog «Ars Artis». Her works are held in private collections in Russia, Ukraine, Germany, and Austria.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova
Artist, decorator.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova was born on August 3, 1970. She works as a decorator and costume designer in theater and film. She teaches drawing and painting at the private art school «Talent». She performs live shows using the technique of sand animation («Sand Art»). She participates in exhibitions and art fairs associated with the Austrian catalog «Ars Artis». Her works are held in private collections in Russia, Ukraine, Germany, and Austria.