Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
«Kolchak and Anna»
Plaster, enamel, 37x80, 2011
One of the most vivid and incredibly complex works in terms of reflecting the sculptor's interpretation of poetic pieces by Kamyshnaya, such as «The Star of Kolchak» and «Anna's Lament», and illustrating them through the art of sculpture. This is because it is impossible to depict the relationship between Alexander Vasilyevich Kolchak and Anna Timireva-Safonova without addressing the theme of the Civil War. The viewer's attention is drawn to the vivid episodes of the conflict, when «Russia hurtled into the abyss, / And icons and crosses fell», making the sculpturally expressive faces of Admiral Kolchak and Anna Timireva-Safonova the focal point. Turned toward each other, they radiate a profound spiritual intimacy, as if engaged in a silent, mental conversation.
«Kolchak and Anna»
Plaster, enamel, 37x80, 2011
One of the most vivid and incredibly complex works in terms of reflecting the sculptor's interpretation of poetic pieces by Kamyshnaya, such as «The Star of Kolchak» and «Anna's Lament», and illustrating them through the art of sculpture. This is because it is impossible to depict the relationship between Alexander Vasilyevich Kolchak and Anna Timireva-Safonova without addressing the theme of the Civil War. The viewer's attention is drawn to the vivid episodes of the conflict, when «Russia hurtled into the abyss, / And icons and crosses fell», making the sculpturally expressive faces of Admiral Kolchak and Anna Timireva-Safonova the focal point. Turned toward each other, they radiate a profound spiritual intimacy, as if engaged in a silent, mental conversation.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
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«Kolchak and Anna»
two poems
The Star of Kolchak
Russian roads sleep beneath the snows,
All paths are buried by the blizzard's drift.
The age-old Russian prisons—
Manacles, fetters, and heavy chains.
«I pledged to her my loyalty and honor,
An exile and an outcast in my native land.
Only you alone gave me hope,
And in my ruin, bestowed your love.»
All paths are buried by the blizzard's drift.
The age-old Russian prisons—
Manacles, fetters, and heavy chains.
«I pledged to her my loyalty and honor,
An exile and an outcast in my native land.
Only you alone gave me hope,
And in my ruin, bestowed your love.»
A blizzard of falling white lilac,
Your footprints on the garden's drying paths.
A moan of embraces: «We are made for each other,
For partings and meetings in the fractures of a single fate.»
Your footprints on the garden's drying paths.
A moan of embraces: «We are made for each other,
For partings and meetings in the fractures of a single fate.»
«I did not renounce, though my soul has turned to ash,
Yes, I burned the final bridges.
Russia hurtled into the abyss,
And icons and crosses fell.
In the desecration of God's Covenant,
You gave me a ray of holy love.
You did not wait, my beloved, for an answer,
Praying at the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood.»
Yes, I burned the final bridges.
Russia hurtled into the abyss,
And icons and crosses fell.
In the desecration of God's Covenant,
You gave me a ray of holy love.
You did not wait, my beloved, for an answer,
Praying at the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood.»
***
Anna's Lament
I prayed in the narthex,
A bitter, wretched beggar,
For you, my beloved,
My tender, my proud.
And like a tear it rolled
Through falsehood and disgrace,
Washing all away—love
Between life and death.
A bitter, wretched beggar,
For you, my beloved,
My tender, my proud.
And like a tear it rolled
Through falsehood and disgrace,
Washing all away—love
Between life and death.
The wind bends the grass,
Bows the trees, wanders the earth,
And laughs, and weeps,
And sings its songs.
The horse stands frozen, and in anguish casts a sidelong glance
At the empty stirrup,
The ring is broken
By ruthless, blind time.
Bows the trees, wanders the earth,
And laughs, and weeps,
And sings its songs.
The horse stands frozen, and in anguish casts a sidelong glance
At the empty stirrup,
The ring is broken
By ruthless, blind time.
I longed to never part from you,
I longed to be wed forever.
And a star shone for us in the night sky,
Sailing into the dawn, fading its rays.
I longed to be wed forever.
And a star shone for us in the night sky,
Sailing into the dawn, fading its rays.
I cannot escape you,
You are a seal upon my heart.
The path from heaven to earth
Is possible only for the Lord God.
To question before Him?
But the reward of love is immeasurable,
And we bear it,
Cleansing it with tears and pain.
You are a seal upon my heart.
The path from heaven to earth
Is possible only for the Lord God.
To question before Him?
But the reward of love is immeasurable,
And we bear it,
Cleansing it with tears and pain.
«Kolchak and Anna»
two poems
The Star of Kolchak
Russian roads sleep beneath the snows,
All paths are buried by the blizzard's drift.
The age-old Russian prisons—
Manacles, fetters, and heavy chains.
«I pledged to her my loyalty and honor,
An exile and an outcast in my native land.
Only you alone gave me hope,
And in my ruin, bestowed your love.»
All paths are buried by the blizzard's drift.
The age-old Russian prisons—
Manacles, fetters, and heavy chains.
«I pledged to her my loyalty and honor,
An exile and an outcast in my native land.
Only you alone gave me hope,
And in my ruin, bestowed your love.»
A blizzard of falling white lilac,
Your footprints on the garden's drying paths.
A moan of embraces: «We are made for each other,
For partings and meetings in the fractures of a single fate.»
Your footprints on the garden's drying paths.
A moan of embraces: «We are made for each other,
For partings and meetings in the fractures of a single fate.»
«I did not renounce, though my soul has turned to ash,
Yes, I burned the final bridges.
Russia hurtled into the abyss,
And icons and crosses fell.
In the desecration of God's Covenant,
You gave me a ray of holy love.
You did not wait, my beloved, for an answer,
Praying at the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood.»
Yes, I burned the final bridges.
Russia hurtled into the abyss,
And icons and crosses fell.
In the desecration of God's Covenant,
You gave me a ray of holy love.
You did not wait, my beloved, for an answer,
Praying at the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood.»
***
Anna's Lament
I prayed in the narthex,
A bitter, wretched beggar,
For you, my beloved,
My tender, my proud.
And like a tear it rolled
Through falsehood and disgrace,
Washing all away—love
Between life and death.
A bitter, wretched beggar,
For you, my beloved,
My tender, my proud.
And like a tear it rolled
Through falsehood and disgrace,
Washing all away—love
Between life and death.
The wind bends the grass,
Bows the trees, wanders the earth,
And laughs, and weeps,
And sings its songs.
The horse stands frozen, and in anguish casts a sidelong glance
At the empty stirrup,
The ring is broken
By ruthless, blind time.
Bows the trees, wanders the earth,
And laughs, and weeps,
And sings its songs.
The horse stands frozen, and in anguish casts a sidelong glance
At the empty stirrup,
The ring is broken
By ruthless, blind time.
I longed to never part from you,
I longed to be wed forever.
And a star shone for us in the night sky,
Sailing into the dawn, fading its rays.
I longed to be wed forever.
And a star shone for us in the night sky,
Sailing into the dawn, fading its rays.
I cannot escape you,
You are a seal upon my heart.
The path from heaven to earth
Is possible only for the Lord God.
To question before Him?
But the reward of love is immeasurable,
And we bear it,
Cleansing it with tears and pain.
You are a seal upon my heart.
The path from heaven to earth
Is possible only for the Lord God.
To question before Him?
But the reward of love is immeasurable,
And we bear it,
Cleansing it with tears and pain.
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Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
Artist, graphic artist, sculptor.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky was born on April 12, 1968, into a creative family spanning five generations of professional artists. The range of artistic interests among the representatives of this famous family is very broad—from classical painting and graphics to theatrical and film set designs, wire sculpture, and animation. From early childhood, Alexey Yuryevich grew up in a creative atmosphere. His first teachers were his grandfather, Fyodor Pavlovich Reshetnikov (one of the most prominent representatives of Socialist Realism in the USSR, known for the painting "Another Two"), and his grandmother, Lidia Isaakovna Brodskaya (daughter of the talented artist Isaak Brodsky, whose museum is located in his native city of Berdyansk). He graduated from the Moscow Secondary Art School (MSKhSh) at the Surikov Moscow State Academic Art Institute, in the department of sculpture and graphics. His professional fields include sculpture, graphics, and film and theatrical projects.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
Artist, graphic artist, sculptor.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky was born on April 12, 1968, into a creative family spanning five generations of professional artists. The range of artistic interests among the representatives of this famous family is very broad—from classical painting and graphics to theatrical and film set designs, wire sculpture, and animation. From early childhood, Alexey Yuryevich grew up in a creative atmosphere. His first teachers were his grandfather, Fyodor Pavlovich Reshetnikov (one of the most prominent representatives of Socialist Realism in the USSR, known for the painting "Another Two"), and his grandmother, Lidia Isaakovna Brodskaya (daughter of the talented artist Isaak Brodsky, whose museum is located in his native city of Berdyansk). He graduated from the Moscow Secondary Art School (MSKhSh) at the Surikov Moscow State Academic Art Institute, in the department of sculpture and graphics. His professional fields include sculpture, graphics, and film and theatrical projects.