Artist Lemokh biography

Yakov Danilovich Mingchenkov, this work went into a public property in Russia in accordance with Art. If the work is a translation, or other derivative work, or created in co -authorship, then the validity of exclusive copyright expired for all authors of the original and translation. Memories of the Wanderers. The publication is the fifth of a more delicate person than the leftist, I have not met in my whole life.

Not a single sharp word, not a single thought to anyone. Whether this feature was innate, or it was a consequence of his long stay at the court, where he taught the drawing of the princes, it is difficult to say. But at the same time, he knew how to maintain his dignity. You have faded that he thinks: “You are a wonderful person, and I, too, there can be nothing between us except amenities.

And in general - all people are beautiful. ” He was the opposite of Myasoedov, who did not find a single decent person on Earth. If unpleasant rumors reached the ears of the leftist, something bad about someone-he dismissed them. He recalled Moscow life, Moscow courtyards, churches, baths, from whom he ran out into the courtyard with his comrades, lay in the snow and soared again.

In appearance, he was small, dry, shaved, with a light fluff on his bald head. A pleasant smile did not leave the face, only in a minute of slight irritation was a weak twitching on the cheeks. I walked carefully, easily and pleasantly gliding on the parquet. On the left side of a tailcoat or a jacket is a gold pince -nez, and a dazzling white corner of a handkerchief peeked out of his chest pocket.

In general, he resembled a German official. Lemokh and there was a German, his real name was Karl. When the teacher was needed to the court, because of his German origin, his accuracy and delicacy and directions in art, he, like none of the artists, came closer to this role. Lemokh also found Alexander II, who came to the lessons of the grandson of Nicholas, the future king Nicholas II and honored the teacher with his conversations.

Alexander II, who turned to “you” even with the highest ranks, for some reason said Lemoch “You”. From the court life, little could be learned from Lemokh, except for trifles. What could the delicate and cautious teacher of the kings say? We are all beautiful, and if they say something else, then they just talk. ” The comrades jokingly asked: “Is it true that you, Kirill Vikentyevich, were searched for the first time at the court?

To some extent it seemed that the kings, surrounded by court servants, had no one even with a word to say humanly. Everyone was learning, serving, lies, flattered, and Lemokh and with his delicacy was still a more independent and fresh person and did not repent in the way the courtiers who had passed this science. The courtiers in surprise asked how Lemokh dared to address questions to the emperor, and he was also surprised that this was not allowed to do.

And the king talked with Lemokh, not paying attention to the violation by the latter of court etiquette. Nevertheless, the stay of the leftist at court also laid out the imprint of the court employee on him, and this somehow did not fit with his position among independent mobility. He was probably helped out by unconditional honesty, friendly feelings, willingness to help everyone, his “holy simplicity” in all issues of the public - simplicity, which was difficult to even get angry.

Everyone knew that it was impossible to talk with Lemokh about politics, about public disorder, since he demanded only personal improvement and “my brother’s instruction”. He was not angry with anyone and did not blame anyone. The whole world is good - both poor and rich. The rich should help the poor, and this will be even better. In his works, he transferred German sentimentalism to Russian soil.

He loved to portray touching scenes, especially from peasant life: orphans, sick children from a benefactor, boys bringing bouquets of girls.

Lemokh served a pension for the training of princes, was the guardian of the art gallery in the former. The Museum of Alexander III, where he was a neatly at a certain hour, sat in a huge office and gave permission to copy paintings in the museum. At that time, Prince George was in charge of the museum, who did not understand anything in art, but received a lot of money for trips abroad "to study contemporary art." Despite such “scientific” trips, the prince to determine the dignity of a work of art acquired to the museum turned to his wife, considering her more authoritative in matters of art.

The Lemokha service was more likely to entertain, since he did not need the means, receiving a pension and having a sale of his things mainly among the royal surname and persons close to the court. On the lid of the piano, Lemokh stood photographic cards from his grateful students - the king and princes - and their work: drawings, watercolors. The daughter of Kirill Vikentievich, who sometimes lived alone with a servant in the country, needed a revolver.

Lemokh, although he was afraid of all weapons, gave the mayor the petition for permission to have weapons.The bailiff appeared to him with the following words: “To resolve the revolver, it is ordered to me from the mayor to make an unspoken investigation with whom you are familiar and who you have, so you yourself will indicate your friends yourself.” Lemokh brought the bailiff to the piano and, pointing to the cards, replied: "Here are my friends." The bailiff, seeing the king’s card with his own signature: “The dear K.

Lemoch Nicholas II” was so confused that he gave the honor of the card and said to the owner: “Enough, enough, I don’t need anything else.” In the partnership, Lemokh was an invariable member of the board and cashier: with his accuracy and honesty in this role, he was indispensable. He kept the books of the partnership, he was sent to the reporting of the accompanying exhibition, and every day in his workshop he calculated those amounts.

And if it turned out to be a difference in at least a few pennies, he lost calm and counted all the articles until he found mistakes. Every day he could show a balance and a bank book, in which the amount exactly coincided with the results of his book. He did not know the accounting, the accounting was simplified, still invented by Kramsky, and everyone was versed in it, however, it also led the cashier to a dead end.

The board issued a certain amount to Moscow comrades for expenses. Those spent and presented the reporting of Lemokha. He checked the consumption - everything was in order, but it turned out that the main book lacked fifty rubles. Lemokh was horrified, but no matter how he beat, but not fifty rubles like no. I had to invite the accountant, pay him another fifty rubles, and he proved that everything was really true and there was no shortage, and the misunderstanding occurred because the Petersburgers counted on simple accounting, and Muscovites were double -Italian, which was later proud of Muscovite Arkhipov, adding: “But I will never take over accounting again.” In the summer, Lemokh lived near Moscow near the village of Khovrino on his own summer cottage, standing in the shade among a small grove.

Immediately separately, in a small log house, similar to a peasant hut, is his workshop. Nitters from the village came here when he painted paintings from peasant life. He knew all the peasants in the village and helped everyone with money or gifts. He dug a well for the village so that they would not drink from the dirty stream, built the huts of fireworks, gave money for various family needs.

Lemoch writes from the girl's study and asks his model that they eat and drink milk in her house. The girl replies that they do not drink milk, since there is no cow. Kirill Vikentievich goes to the Sunday Fair in the nearest village, chooses a cow, pays for it, tells me to take the cow to the village and transfer it to the girl’s mother, with whom he had a conversation.

It turned out a touching picture: the seller passes the cow to the peasant woman, but she does not take it, because she did not buy and her husband has no money. The misunderstanding, finally, turned out, the peasant woman finds out that the cow sent a good left -head, and, happy, with tears in his eyes, takes the cow to the stable. The suburban peasants, spoiled by the city, oppression and handouts of bars, poverty and random light earnings, constantly inflated their benefactor.

Ivan was especially distinguished by this, the guard of the cottage of Lemokha, who lived in the nearest village. Despite the fact that he carefully received his salary, Ivan in the winter wrote Lemokha with tearful complaints about his misfortunes and asked for money. The reasons for the requests were diverse: either the gear fell, then the roof in the hut fell out, then the wife is going to give birth, then, finally, she gave birth and as if even twins, and after a month or two he was going to give birth again.

Lemokh, secretly from a family, who did not particularly share his views, sent money to Ivan, not even surprised at the special abilities of his wife to childbearing. Ivan drank the money and again slandered the heifer, his wife and waited for a new sending of money. Life at the dacha at Lemokh flowed touching, patriarchal. You will come, it happened, to the Khovrino station, you will go with a mile in a park and a field and you see a summer house that drowned in greenery.

Around golden rye, in the distance birches. Weeks, in the boundary, wanders in a dark Pelerin and a straw hat, Kirill Vikentievich with his wife or daughter. And the meeting: “Let me, how nice it is that you arrived, have you wet your legs along the road? Is it cold? Maybe give you a shawl? A snack, tea and peaceful, friendly conversations until late in the evening, before the train left.

You leave and see how light goes out in the dacha. Her inhabitants went to peaceful sleep. In St. Petersburg, Lemokh lived on Vasilyevsky Island, on Small Prospekt. In the top floor, he arranged a workshop with the upper light. To get into his apartment, I had to climb the narrow staircase to the fourth floor. You’ll call and for a long time, for a long time you wait until the old nanny of the daughter of Lemokha opens the door, near which there was even a chair for those who were waiting.

You enter the front, and from the living room there is a guest himself Kirill Vikentievich, wrapped in a warm shawl so as not to catch a cold in the front, in which it was never cold. The dear smile of the owner, in all a prevention. An invitation to the dining room, where the samovar was almost always noisy.With his comrades-forwarders, Lemokh, like all the old wanderers, kissed at a meeting.

On Tuesdays, a rather large society gathered in the apartment of Lemokh: comrades-forwarding, professor of the Academy of Arts: and people from the world of scientists. Often D. Mendeleev, whose son, the sailor, was married to the daughter of Lemokha, he died earlier than my acquaintance with the Lemokh family. The great scientist Mendeleev was interesting in a home environment.

The conversation led a simple, special Russian warehouse. From him he believed in Russia, which he loved.