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two bottles of vodka. A sock fell off the clothesline. Green, darned on
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loved ones? Call the meat processing plant at three in the morning and ask the watchman Vasya. Not
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According to the author of the work, sculptor Alexei Vladimirov, this project was accompanied by mystical coincidences, in the spirit of N.V. Gogol. Famous phrase writer and inspired the creation of the Bird. “A rare bird will fly to the middle of the Dnieper!” - this is how Gogol described the power and strength of the river in the story “Terrible Revenge,” which is part of his famous “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka.”
The Dnieper is wonderful in calm weather, when its full waters freely and smoothly rush through forests and mountains. Not a stir; it won't thunder. You look and don’t know whether its majestic width goes or doesn’t go, and it seems as if it is all made of glass, and as if a blue mirror road, immeasurably wide, endlessly long, hovers and winds through the green world. It’s nice then for the hot sun to look around from above and plunge its rays into the cold glassy waters and for the coastal forests to shine brightly in the waters. Green-haired ones! They crowd together with wildflowers to the waters and, bending down, look into them and can’t get enough of their bright eyes, and grin at him, and greet him, nodding their branches. They don’t dare look into the middle of the Dnieper: no one except the sun and blue sky, does not look at him.
A rare bird will fly to the middle of the Dnieper!
Lush! there is no equal river in the world. The Dnieper is wonderful even on a warm summer night, when everything falls asleep - man, beast, and bird; and God alone majestically looks around heaven and earth and majestically shakes the robe. Stars are falling from the robe. The stars burn and shine over the world and all at once echo in the Dnieper. The Dnieper holds them all in its dark bosom. Not one will escape from him; will it go out in the sky? The black forest, strewn with sleeping crows, and the anciently broken mountains, hanging down, try to cover it with their long shadow - in vain! There is nothing in the world that could cover the Dnieper. Blue, blue, he walks in a smooth flow and in the middle of the night, as in the middle of the day; visible as far as the human eye can see. Basking and snuggling closer to the shores from the night cold, it gives off a silver stream; and it flashes like the stripe of a Damascus saber; and he, blue, fell asleep again. The Dnieper is wonderful even then, and there is no river equal to it in the world! The Dnieper is wonderful in calm weather, when its full waters freely and smoothly rush through forests and mountains. Not a stir; it won't thunder. You look and don’t know whether its majestic width goes or doesn’t go, and it seems as if it is all made of glass, and as if a blue mirror road, immeasurably wide, endlessly long, hovers and winds through the green world. It’s nice then for the hot sun to look around from above and plunge its rays into the cold glassy waters and for the coastal forests to shine brightly in the waters. Green-haired ones! They crowd together with wildflowers to the waters and, bending down, look into them and can’t get enough of their bright eyes, and grin at him, and greet him, nodding their branches. They do not dare to look into the middle of the Dnieper: no one looks into it except the sun and the blue sky. A rare bird will fly to the middle of the Dnieper! Lush! there is no equal river in the world. The Dnieper is wonderful even on a warm summer night, when everything falls asleep - man, beast, and bird; and God alone majestically looks around heaven and earth and majestically shakes the robe. Stars are falling from the robe. The stars burn and shine over the world and all at once echo in the Dnieper. The Dnieper holds them all in its dark bosom. Not one will escape from him; will it go out in the sky? The black forest, strewn with sleeping crows, and the anciently broken mountains, hanging down, try to cover it with their long shadow - in vain! There is nothing in the world that could cover the Dnieper. Blue, blue, he walks in a smooth flow and in the middle of the night, as in the middle of the day; visible as far as the human eye can see. Basking and snuggling closer to the shores from the night cold, it gives off a silver stream; and it flashes like the stripe of a Damascus saber; and he, blue, fell asleep again. The Dnieper is wonderful even then, and there is no river equal to it in the world!
N.V. Gogol
The first coincidence: the location of the Rare Bird sculpture. It is in the middle of the Dnieper, not far from the Paton Bridge, that one column of the ancient bridge has been preserved. Now this place is known as a turning point for ships on the water tourist route of the capital. Destroyed by time and environment, the bridge bull always rises 2-5 meters above the water level. It is clearly visible from the Paton Bridge, from the embankment of the park named after. V. Primakov on the right bank.
Second match: specifications the supports were suitable for installing the work. The installation process took only 2 hours, which was carried out from the water using a flat-bottomed river craft for technical purposes.
And the third coincidence: artistic. After the installation of the Rare Bird sculpture, the uneven and angular stone turned into an ideal natural pedestal.
“There was a feeling that the support and the sculpture were created together - they were so flawlessly in harmony with each other and the space,” says A. Vladimirov.
“This is the most unusual installation of a sculpture in our practice,” comments the curator of Kiev Fashion Park, Lyubava Ilyenko, on the installation of the work on water, “thanks to our partners - the experienced and professional team of BMK Planeta-Most, it was successful and quick.”
Of course, the sculptor accompanied his creation from the workshop to the place intended for the Bird on the Water. “Rare Bird” is 3.5 m in height, and its wingspan reaches 5 meters. To create such a large 500-kilogram sculpture, the author rented one of the workshops of the Pilot Welding Equipment Plant of the Institute of Electric Welding named after. E. O. Paton. And work on the sculpture took him five months. There, each element of the Bird was welded by hand from ferrous metal.
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“Wonderful is the Dnieper in calm weather, when its full waters freely and smoothly rush through forests and mountains. It neither stirs nor thunders. You look and don’t know whether its majestic width is moving or not, and it seems as if it’s all made of glass, and as if a blue mirror road, without measure in width, without end in length, soars and winds through the green world. It is a pleasure then for the hot sun to look back from above and plunge its rays into the cold glassy waters and for the coastal forests to shine brightly in the waters. Green-haired ones! they crowd together with wildflowers to the waters and, bending down, look into them and cannot look enough, and cannot stop admiring their bright image, and grin at it, and greet it, nodding their branches. But they do not dare to look into the middle of the Dnieper: no one except the sun and blue sky, does not look into it. A rare bird will fly to the middle of the Dnieper. Lush! there is no equal river in the world. The Dnieper is wonderful even on a warm summer night, when everything falls asleep - man, beast, and bird; and God alone majestically looks around the sky and earth and majestically shakes the robe. Stars are falling from the robe. The stars burn and shine over the world and all at once echo in the Dnieper. The Dnieper holds them all in its dark bosom. Not one will escape from him; will it go out in the sky? The black forest, strewn with sleeping crows, and the anciently broken mountains, hanging down, try to cover it with their long shadow - in vain! There is nothing in the world that could cover the Dnieper. Blue, blue, he walks in a smooth flow and in the middle of the night, as in the middle of the day; visible as far as the human eye can see. Basking and snuggling closer to the shores from the night cold, it gives off a silver stream; and it flashes like the stripe of a Damascus saber; and he, blue, fell asleep again. The Dnieper is wonderful even then, and there is no river equal to it in the world! When the blue clouds roll across the sky like mountains, the black forest staggers to its roots, the oak trees crack and the lightning, breaking between the clouds, illuminates at once the whole world- then the Dnieper is terrible! The water hills thunder, hitting the mountains, and with a shine and a groan they run back, and cry, and flood in the distance. This is how the old Cossack mother is killed, escorting her son to the army. Reckless and cheerful, he rides on a black horse, with his arms akimbo and his cap valiantly cocked; and she, sobbing, runs after him, grabs him by the stirrup, catches the bit, and wrings her hands over him, and bursts into burning tears.
Burnt stumps and stones on the protruding shore grow wildly black between the crashing waves. And the landing boat hits the shore, rising up and falling down. Which of the Cossacks dared to walk in a canoe at a time when the old Dnieper was angry? Apparently he doesn’t know that he swallows people like flies.”
The Dnieper is wonderful in calm weather, when its full waters freely and smoothly rush through forests and mountains. Not a stir; it won't thunder. You look and don’t know whether its majestic width goes or doesn’t go, and it seems as if it is all made of glass, and as if a blue mirror road, immeasurably wide, endlessly long, hovers and winds through the green world. It’s nice then for the hot sun to look around from above and plunge its rays into the cold glassy waters and for the coastal forests to shine brightly in the waters. Green-haired ones! They crowd together with wildflowers to the waters and, bending down, look into them and can’t get enough of their bright eyes, and grin at him, and greet him, nodding their branches. They do not dare to look into the middle of the Dnieper: no one looks into it except the sun and the blue sky. A rare bird will fly to the middle of the Dnieper! Lush! there is no equal river in the world. The Dnieper is wonderful even on a warm summer night, when everything falls asleep - man, beast, and bird; and God alone majestically looks around heaven and earth and majestically shakes the robe. Stars are falling from the robe. The stars burn and shine over the world and all at once echo in the Dnieper. The Dnieper holds them all in its dark bosom. Not one will escape from him; will it go out in the sky? The black forest, strewn with sleeping crows, and the anciently broken mountains, hanging down, try to cover it with their long shadow - in vain! There is nothing in the world that could cover the Dnieper. Blue, blue, he walks in a smooth flow and in the middle of the night, as in the middle of the day; visible as far as the human eye can see. Basking and snuggling closer to the shores from the night cold, it gives off a silver stream; and it flashes like the stripe of a Damascus saber; and he, blue, fell asleep again. The Dnieper is wonderful even then, and there is no river equal to it in the world! When blue clouds roll across the sky like mountains, the black forest staggers to its roots, the oak trees crack and lightning, breaking between the clouds, illuminates the whole world at once - then the Dnieper is terrible! The water hills thunder, hitting the mountains, and with a shine and a groan they run back, and cry, and flood in the distance. This is how the old Cossack mother is killed, escorting her son to the army. Reckless and cheerful, he rides on a black horse, with his arms akimbo and his cap valiantly cocked; and she, sobbing, runs after him, grabs him by the stirrup, catches the bit, and wrings her hands over him, and bursts into burning tears.
Burnt stumps and stones on the protruding shore grow wildly black between the crashing waves. And the landing boat hits the shore, rising up and falling down. Which of the Cossacks dared to walk in a canoe at a time when the old Dnieper was angry? Apparently, he doesn’t know that he swallows people like flies.
The boat docked, and the sorcerer got out of it. He is sad; He is bitter about the funeral feast that the Cossacks performed over their murdered lord. The Poles paid a lot: forty-four gentlemen with all their harness and zhupans and thirty-three slaves were cut into pieces; and the rest, along with their horses, were taken captive to be sold to the Tatars.
He went down the stone steps, between the charred stumps, down to where, deep in the ground, he had dug a dugout. He entered quietly, without opening the door, placed a pot on the table, covered with a tablecloth, and began to throw some unknown herbs with his long hands; He took a bowl made of some wonderful wood, scooped up water with it and began to pour it, moving his lips and casting some spells. A pink light appeared in the little room; and it was scary to look into his face then: it seemed bloody, the deep wrinkles only turned black on it, and his eyes were like they were on fire. Unholy sinner! his beard has long since turned grey, his face is full of wrinkles, and he’s dried up all over, but he’s still working his ungodly intentions. A white cloud began to blow in the middle of the hut, and something similar to joy flashed into his face. But why did he suddenly become motionless, with his mouth open, not daring to move, and why did the hair rise like stubble on his head? Someone’s wonderful face shone in the cloud in front of him. Uninvited, uninvited, it came to visit him; the further, more became clear and fixed eyes fixed on him. His features, eyebrows, eyes, lips - everything is unfamiliar to him. He had never seen him in his entire life. And there seems to be little terrible in him, but an irresistible horror attacked him. And the unfamiliar, wondrous head looked at him just as motionless through the cloud. The cloud has already disappeared; and unknown features showed themselves even more sharply, and sharp eyes did not take their eyes off him. The sorcerer turned white as a sheet. He screamed wildly, in a voice that was not his own, and knocked over the pot... Everything was lost.
