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Nikolai Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Pirosmanashvili), or Niko Pirosmani was born in Kakheti in the city of Mirzaani. When asked about his age, Niko answered with a shy smile: “How should I know?” Time for him went in his own way and did not correspond at all with the boring numbers on the calendar.

What's happening to us
when do we dream?
Artist Pirosmani
comes out of the wall

From the framework of the primitive,
out of all the fuss
and sells paintings
for a meal...
Bulat Okudzhava/Song about the artist Pirosmani

Nikolai's father was a gardener, the family lived in poverty, Niko herded sheep, helped his parents, he had a brother and two sisters. Village life often appears in his paintings.

Little Niko was only 8 years old when he was orphaned. One by one, his parents, older brother and sister died. He and his sister Pepuza were left alone in the whole wide world. The girl was taken to the village by distant relatives, and Nikolai ended up in a rich and friendly family of landowners Kalantarovs. For many years he lived in the strange position of half-service, half-relative. The Kalantarovs fell in love with the "unrequited" Niko, they proudly showed the guests his drawings, taught the boy Georgian and Russian letters and honestly tried to attach him to some craft, but the "unrequited" Niko did not want to grow up ...

Continuation:

In the early 1890s, Niko realized that it was time for him to leave the hospitable home and become an adult. He managed to get a real position on the railroad. He became a brake conductor. Only the service was not a joy to him. Standing on the bandwagon, arguing with stowaways, being distracted from contemplation and pressing the brake, not sleeping and listening carefully to signals is not the best thing for an artist. Only no one knew that Niko was an artist. Taking advantage of every opportunity, Niko does not go to work. At this time, Pirosmani also discovers the dangerous charm of oblivion that wine gives ... After three years of not irreproachable service, Piromanishvili quits the railway.

And Niko makes another attempt to become a good citizen. He opens a dairy shop. A cute cow flaunts on the sign, milk is always fresh, sour cream is undiluted - things are going very well. Pirosmanishvili is building a house for his sister in his native Mirzaani and even covers it with an iron roof. It is unlikely that he could have imagined that his museum would someday be in this house. Trade is a completely unsuitable occupation for an artist... Basically, Dimitra, a companion of Pirosmanishvili, was engaged in the affairs of the shop.

In March 1909, a poster appeared on the pedestals in the Ortachala Garden: “News! Belle Vue Theatre. Only 7 tours of the beautiful Marguerite de Sevres in Tiflis. A unique gift to sing chansons and dance cake-walk at the same time!” The Frenchwoman struck Nicholas on the spot. "Not a woman, a pearl from a precious chest!" he exclaimed. In Tiflis, they liked to tell the story of Niko's unhappy love, and everyone told it in their own way.
“Niko feasted with friends and did not go to the hotel to the actress, although she called him,” the drunkards said. “Margarita spent the night with poor Nikolai, and then she was frightened by too strong a feeling and left!” the poets said. “He loved one actress, but they lived separately,” the realists shrugged. “Pirosmani never saw Margarita, but painted a portrait from a poster,” skeptics smash the legend to dust. With the light hand of Alla Pugacheva, the entire Soviet Union sang a song about “a million scarlet roses”, into which the artist turned his life for the sake of his beloved woman.

The romantic story is:
This summer morning was no different at first. Still inexorably, flaming everything around, the sun rose from Kakheti, the donkeys tied to telegraph poles sobbed in the same way. The morning was still slumbering in one of the alleys in Sololaki, a shadow lay on the low-rise wooden houses gray from time to time. In one of these houses, small windows on the second floor were open, and behind them Margarita slept, covering her eyes with reddish eyelashes. In general, the morning would really be the most ordinary, if you didn’t know that it was the morning of Niko Pirosmanishvili’s birthday, and if on that very morning carts with a rare and light load did not appear in a narrow alley in Sololaki. The carts were loaded to the top with cut flowers splashed with water. It made it look like the flowers were covered in hundreds of tiny rainbows. The carts stopped near Margaret's house. The arborists, talking in an undertone, began to remove armfuls of flowers and dump them on the pavement and pavement at the threshold. It seemed that carts brought flowers here not only from all over Tiflis, but also from all over Georgia. The laughter of the children and the exclamations of the hostesses woke Margarita. She sat up in bed and sighed. Entire lakes of smells - refreshing, gentle, bright and tender, joyful and sad - filled the air. Excited, Margarita, still not understanding anything, quickly dressed. She put on her best, richest dress and heavy bracelets, tidied up her bronzed hair and, dressing, smiled, she herself did not know what. She guessed that this holiday was arranged for her. But by whom? And on what occasion?
At this time, the only person, thin and pale, decided to cross the border of flowers and slowly walked through the flowers to Margarita's house. The crowd recognized him and fell silent. It was a beggar artist Niko Pirosmanishvili. Where did he get so much money to buy these snowdrifts of flowers? So much money! He walked towards Margarita's house, touching the walls with his hand. Everyone saw how Margarita ran out of the house to meet him - no one had ever seen her in such a brilliance of beauty - she hugged Pirosmani by the thin, sore shoulders and clung to his old chekmen and for the first time kissed Niko firmly on the lips. Kissed in the face of the sun, sky and ordinary people.
Some people turned away to hide their tears. People thought that great love will always find its way to the beloved, even if the heart is cold. Niko's love did not subdue Margarita. So, at least, everyone thought. But still it was impossible to understand whether this was really so? Niko himself couldn't say that. Soon Margarita found herself a rich lover and fled with him from Tiflis.
The portrait of the actress Margarita is a witness of beautiful love. A white face, a white dress, touchingly outstretched arms, a bouquet of white flowers - and white words laid at the feet of the actress ... “I forgive with white,” Pirosmani said.

Nicholas finally broke with the shop and became a wandering painter. His last name was increasingly pronounced shortly - Pirosmani. Dimitra appointed his companion a pension - a ruble a day, but Niko did not always come for money. More than once he was offered shelter, a permanent job, but Niko always refused. Finally, Pirosmani came up with what he thought was a good way out. He began to paint bright signs for dukhans for several dinners with wine and several dinners. He took part of his earnings in money to buy paints and pay for the night. He worked unusually quickly - it took Niko several hours for ordinary paintings and two or three days for large works. It is now that his paintings are worth millions, and during his lifetime the artist received ridiculously little for his work.
More often they paid him with wine and bread. “Life is short, like a donkey’s tail,” the artist liked to repeat and worked, worked, worked ... He painted about 2,000 paintings, of which no more than 300 survived. the pictures were just painted over.

Pirosmani took on any job. “If we do not work on the lower, how will we be able to do the higher? - he spoke with dignity about his craft, and with equal inspiration he painted signs and portraits, posters and still lifes, patiently fulfilling the will of customers. “They tell me - draw a hare. I think why there is a hare here, but out of respect I draw.

Million Scarlet roses. Song history

To the anniversary of Raymond Pauls. On January 12, the composer is 75 years old!
History of the song "Million Scarlet Roses"

The song "Million Scarlet Roses" was one of the most popular Soviet songs of the 1980s.
Here is the unfading masterpiece.
So Alla Pugacheva sang it back in 1983 (the premiere performance of the song in the New Year's Attraction)

Song under the dome of the circus!!

Music: Raymond Pauls, lyrics: Andrey Voznesensky.

Lyrics
MILLION SCARLET ROSES

Music: Pauls R.

Lyrics: Voznesensky A.

Once upon a time there was an artist
The house also had canvases.
But he loved the actress
The one who loved flowers.
He then sold his house,
Sold paintings and shelter
And with all the money I bought
A whole sea of ​​flowers.

Million, million
Million Scarlet roses
From the window, from the window
You see from the window.
Who's in love, who's in love
Who is in love, and seriously,
my life for you
Turn into flowers.

The meeting was short
At night, the train took her away,
But in her life
Song crazy roses.

The artist lived alone
He endured many troubles
But in his life
A whole area of ​​flowers.

Chorus.
………

Meanwhile, the song "Million Scarlet Roses" was originally written not about a poor artist.

The song was called "Marin gave the girl life." It told about the girl Marina, who sang sad songs to children ... The poems were by the poet Leon Briedis, - the singer recalls Larisa Mondrus who now lives in Germany. - In the 70s, Raymond gave me this song, I sang it in Latvian.
*

Andrei Voznesensky heard the heartfelt melody of Raymond Pauls, and wrote his own version of the text, remembering the beautiful legend about the artist Pirosmani.

The poet was inspired by an excerpt from the novel Konstantin Paustovsky “The Tale of Life”, part “Throw to the South”, which told about the love of a Georgian artist Niko Pirosmanishvili(Pirosmani 1862 - 1918) to the French singer and dancer Marguerite de Sevres.
*
There were many legends about the life of Pirosmani, caused by the unusual personality of Niko Pirosmani.
Konstantin Paustovsky was in Tiflis ten years after Pirosmani's death and fell in love with the artist's paintings painted on tin signs. And he told about it on the pages of his book.

Nico in love painted a portrait of "Actress Margarita".

The legend says that on the day of his birth, the artist drove carts loaded with flowers (there were not only roses) to the house of a Frenchwoman who came to Georgia on tour, and covered the pavement with them.
*

A few excerpts from the book:

“It seemed that carts brought flowers here not only from all over Tiflis, but also from all over Georgia…
People ... looked at an amazing sight: arrobists, the most ordinary arrobists, and not the legendary drovers from "A Thousand and One Nights" loaded the entire street with flowers, as if they wanted to fill them with houses up to the second floor ...
"No one dared to be the first to step on this flowering carpet, which reached people to their very knees ...".
"What flowers were not there! It makes no sense to list them! Late Iranian lilac. There, in each cup, a small drop of cold moisture was hidden, like a grain of sand ... A thick acacia with petals shimmering in silver. Wild hawthorn - its smell was the stronger, the stony the soil was on which he grew up Delicate blue veronica, begonia and many multi-colored anemones, graceful beauty honeysuckle in pink smoke, red morning glory funnels, lilies, poppy, which always grows on the rocks exactly where even the smallest drop of bird blood, nasturtium, has fallen, peonies
and roses, roses, roses of all sizes, all scents, all colors - from black to white and from gold to pale pink, like the early dawn. And thousands of other colors.
(K. Paustovsky)

In a short time, the street in front of the hotel was completely strewn with flowers. Margarita was touched and even kissed Pirosmani on the lips in front of the townspeople - for the first and last time ... Soon her tour in Tiflis ended. She did not accept the artist's love - she preferred a rich admirer to him and left with him.
*
However, they say that in 1969, when Pirosmani's painting was exhibited in the Louvre, an elderly woman, very similar to Margarita, came to her every day ...
*
At the end of this story, Paustovsky admits that “Pirosmani's love story is told in different ways. I repeated one of these stories…”
It is not known whether this story really happened in Pirosmani's life - according to many researchers, he was not familiar with the actress Margarita Sevres, but his famous painting
copied from one of the Tiflis posters ...
…………..

You can read this story told by Paustovsky here: http://komi.com/japanese/muz/hyakupiro.html
…….

The first disc with a song performed by Alla Pugacheva was released by Melodiya in 1982 with a circulation of 6 million copies. The telepremiere of the song took place in the New Year's Attraction program on the night of January 1, 1983.

More interesting facts
The song "Million Scarlet Roses" is no less popular in Japan than in Russia. Translated into Japanese and performed this song in 1987. Japanese singer and writer - Tokiko Kato. The content is almost the same as ours - once upon a time there was a poor artist, he fell in love with an actress ...
It's funny, but many Japanese are sure that this is a Japanese song! And at the railway station in the city of Fukuyama, the melody of “A Million Scarlet Roses” still sounds when trains approach the station. The city is famous for roses, and this song is a kind of anthem for them.
……………….

Original entry and comments on

He was a primitivist. Of those artists about whom people who are far from art and its understanding say, “Yes, I would draw no worse myself.” But only the blind can fail to see the full poignancy of the artist's painting.
Behind the seeming naivety of the animals painted on oilcloth and festive feasts, deep feelings are hidden, pain through joy and joy through pain. And all this becomes more than obvious if you know at least a little about the life of Niko Pirosmani.

Bulat Okudzhava reads his poem "Pirosmani"

Nikolai Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Pirosmanashvili), or Niko Pirosmani was born in Kakheti in the city of Mirzaani. When asked about his age, Niko answered with a shy smile: “How should I know?” Time for him went in his own way and did not correspond at all with the boring numbers on the calendar.

Nikolai's father was a gardener, the family lived in poverty, Niko herded sheep, helped his parents, he had a brother and two sisters. Village life often appears in his paintings.

Little Niko was only 8 years old when he was orphaned. One by one, his parents, older brother and sister died. He and his sister Pepuza were left alone in the whole wide world. The girl was taken to the village by distant relatives, and Nikolai ended up in a rich and friendly family of landowners Kalantarovs. For many years he lived in the strange position of half-service, half-relative. The Kalantarovs fell in love with the "unrequited" Niko, they proudly showed the guests his drawings, taught the boy Georgian and Russian letters and honestly tried to attach him to some craft, but the "unrequited" Niko did not want to grow up ...

In the early 1890s, Niko realized that it was time for him to leave the hospitable home and become an adult. He managed to get a real position on the railroad. He became a brake conductor. Only the service was not a joy to him. Standing on the bandwagon, arguing with stowaways, being distracted from contemplation and pressing the brake, not sleeping and listening carefully to signals is not the best thing for an artist. Only no one knew that Niko was an artist. Taking advantage of every opportunity, Niko does not go to work. At this time, Pirosmani also discovers the dangerous charm of oblivion that wine gives ... After three years of not irreproachable service, Piromanishvili quits the railway.

And Niko makes another attempt to become a good citizen. He opens a dairy shop. A pretty cow flaunts on the sign, milk is always fresh, undiluted sour cream - things are going very well. Pirosmanishvili is building a house for his sister in his native Mirzaani and even covers it with an iron roof. It is unlikely that he could have imagined that his museum would someday be in this house. Trade is a completely unsuitable occupation for an artist ... Basically, Dimitra, a companion of Pirosmanishvili, was engaged in the affairs of the shop.

In March 1909, a poster appeared on the pedestals in the Ortachala Garden: “News! Belle Vue Theatre. Only 7 tours of the beautiful Marguerite de Sevres in Tiflis. A unique gift to sing chansons and dance cake-walk at the same time!” The Frenchwoman struck Nicholas on the spot. "Not a woman, a pearl from a precious chest!" he exclaimed.

The love of the poor artist was a burden to her. And although Niko was loved no less than her, she could not step over herself and respond favorably. He tried to win her over with the help of the picture, which he called "Margarita", then he was on the lookout for her at the house. She didn't even give him a glance. This drove him into a frenzy - sometimes he fell on a dusty path, along which the legs of the charming Margarita had just passed and, irrigating her traces with tears, fell to them with lips cracked from the heat of love ...
This pushed the beauty away from him even more. As a true Christian, she could not understand how this elderly, already undeniably talented person, made an idol out of her. What could she be to him? wife? Hardly. She would first have to become his mother, constantly wiping his tears and supporting him in everything. Mistress? But how could this proud and slightly crazy person agree to such a thing?

In Tiflis, they liked to tell the story of Niko's unhappy love, and everyone told it in their own way:

“Niko feasted with friends and did not go to the hotel to the actress, although she called him,” the drunkards said.

“Margarita spent the night with poor Nikolai, and then she was frightened by too strong a feeling and left!” the poets said.

“He loved one actress, but they lived separately,” the realists shrugged.

“Pirosmani never saw Margarita, but painted a portrait from a poster,” skeptics smash the legend to dust.

With the light hand of Alla Pugacheva, the entire Soviet Union sang a song about “a million scarlet roses”, into which the artist turned his life for the sake of his beloved woman.

The romantic version of the story is:

This summer morning was no different at first. Still inexorably, flaming everything around, the sun rose from Kakheti, the donkeys tied to telegraph poles sobbed in the same way. The morning was still slumbering in one of the alleys in Sololaki, a shadow lay on the low-rise wooden houses gray from time to time.

In one of these houses, small windows on the second floor were open, and behind them Margarita slept, covering her eyes with reddish eyelashes. In general, the morning would really be the most ordinary, if you didn’t know that it was the morning of Niko Pirosmanishvili’s birthday, and if on that very morning carts with a rare and light load did not appear in a narrow alley in Sololaki.

The carts were loaded to the top with cut flowers splashed with water. It made it look like the flowers were covered in hundreds of tiny rainbows. The carts stopped near Margaret's house. The arborists, talking in an undertone, began to remove armfuls of flowers and dump them on the pavement and pavement at the threshold. It seemed that carts brought flowers here not only from all over Tiflis, but also from all over Georgia.

The laughter of the children and the exclamations of the hostesses woke Margarita. She sat up in bed and sighed. Entire lakes of smells - refreshing, gentle, bright and tender, joyful and sad - filled the air. Excited, Margarita, still not understanding anything, quickly dressed. She put on her best, richest dress and heavy bracelets, tidied up her bronzed hair and, dressing, smiled, she herself did not know what. She guessed that this holiday was arranged for her. But by whom? And on what occasion?
At this time, the only person, thin and pale, decided to cross the border of flowers and slowly walked through the flowers to Margarita's house. The crowd recognized him and fell silent. It was a beggar artist Niko Pirosmanishvili. Where did he get so much money to buy these snowdrifts of flowers? So much money! He walked towards Margarita's house, touching the walls with his hand. Everyone saw how Margarita ran out of the house to meet him - no one had ever seen her in such a brilliance of beauty - she hugged Pirosmani by the thin, sore shoulders and clung to his old chekmen and for the first time kissed Niko firmly on the lips. Kissed in the face of the sun, sky and ordinary people.
Some people turned away to hide their tears. People thought that great love will always find its way to the beloved, even if the heart is cold. Niko's love did not subdue Margarita. So, at least, everyone thought. But still it was impossible to understand whether this was really so? Niko himself couldn't say that. Soon Margarita found herself a rich lover and fled with him from Tiflis.

The portrait of the actress Margarita is a witness of beautiful love. A white face, a white dress, touchingly outstretched arms, a bouquet of white flowers - and white words laid at the feet of the actress ... “I forgive with white,” Pirosmani said.

Nicholas finally broke with the shop and became a wandering painter. His last name was increasingly pronounced shortly - Pirosmani. Dimitra appointed his companion a pension - a ruble a day, but Niko did not always come for money. More than once he was offered shelter, a permanent job, but Niko always refused.
Finally, Pirosmani came up with what he thought was a good way out. He began to paint bright signs for dukhans for several dinners with wine and several dinners. He took part of his earnings in money to buy paints and pay for the night. He worked unusually quickly - it took Niko several hours for ordinary paintings and two or three days for large works. It is now that his paintings are worth millions, and during his lifetime the artist received ridiculously little for his work.

More often they paid him with wine and bread. “Life is short, like a donkey’s tail,” the artist liked to repeat and worked, worked, worked ... He painted about 2,000 paintings, of which no more than 300 survived. the pictures were just painted over.
Several Russian artists tried to help Pirosmani, in particular, the Zdanevich brothers. But in Moscow, not everyone understood the painting of the poor Georgian artist. In addition, such paintings could well be created by students of an art school. In a word, the lucky lottery ticket remained unpresented to the harsh Fate.
Pirosmani took on any job.

If we don't work on the lower, then how can we do the highest?
And with the same inspiration he painted signs and portraits, posters and still lifes, patiently fulfilling the will of the customers.

They tell me - draw a hare. I think why there is a hare here, but out of respect I draw.

For the past year and a half, the artist has been ill all the time, all the dukhans have gone bankrupt, revolutionary unrest began in the city, and he was left without a livelihood. The Society of Georgian Artists decided to help Pirosmani, but no trace of him could be found

On May 5, 1918, 96 years ago, a poor artist was dying in one of the hospitals for the poor in Tbilisi. The day before, his neighbors, realizing that Niko had not appeared in public for a week, got together and put out the door to the closet where he lived. The 56-year-old "painter", as his friends called him, lay in a deep hungry faint. He didn't have the strength to open his eyes.

Why didn't you contact us? Didn't call someone? - good people grabbed their gray heads. "We wouldn't let you die in such a cruel way!"

Oh, it's our Niko! - explained one of the closest friends. - He would never admit to anyone that there is not even a crumb of bread in his house ...

The dying man was taken to the hospital, hoping for a miracle. But miracles are extremely rare. Pirosmani died the next day. He had no documents, and in the hospital book he was recorded as an unknown poor man, he was not buried in the cemetery. Where Pirosmani's grave is located is unknown. Before his death, he came to his senses for a few seconds, opened his eyes. But there was not enough strength for words, and only a stingy male tear quietly slipped onto a sunken, unshaven cheek ...

The Zdanevich brothers bit by bit collected and wrote a biography and books dedicated to Pirosmani, their names are included in all encyclopedias. They collected almost all of Pirosmani's works, made on oilcloths and tin signs. Most of the artist's works are kept in the Tbilisi Museum.

In 1969, an exhibition of his work was held in Paris, at the Louvre. The painting "Actress Margarita" enjoyed special attention of the Parisians. Some middle-aged woman approached this picture every day. This continued until the Georgian artists noticed that there was something in common - in the shape of the eyes, in the facial expression, in the manner of behaving - between this constant spectator and the actress depicted in the picture. So Margarita de Sevres, alive, but aged, saw her Pirosmani again, regretting the unforgettable years of her youth, about her great love ... She only said with hidden pride to the assembled reporters: “Do not think that Pirosmani treated the actress Margarita lightly , no, no, he loved her like a true knight!

There are moments in life bright and bitter, I got more bitter...

Nikolai Aslanovich Pirosmanishvili (Niko Pirosmani) was born in Kakheti in the city of Mirzaani, presumably in 1862. When asked about his age, Niko answered with a smile: “How should I know?” Time for him went in his own way and did not correspond at all with the boring numbers on the calendar. Nikolai's father was a gardener, the family lived in poverty, Niko herded sheep, helped his parents, he had a brother and two sisters. Village life often appeared in his paintings. Little Niko was only 8 years old when he became an orphan. One by one, his parents, older brother and sister died. He and his sister Pepuza were left alone in the whole wide world. The girl was taken to the village by distant relatives, and Nikolai ended up in a rich and friendly family of landowners Kalantarovs. For many years he lived in the strange position of half-service, half-relative. The Kalantarovs fell in love with the "unrequited" Niko, they proudly showed the guests his drawings, taught the boy Georgian and Russian literacy and honestly tried to attach him to some craft, but Niko did not want to grow up ... Still, in the early 1890s, Niko realized that it is time for him to leave the hospitable home and become an adult. He managed to get a real position on the railroad. He became a brake conductor. Only the service was not a joy to him. After three years of service, Pirosmani quits and opens a dairy shop with a companion. A cute cow flaunts on the sign, milk is always fresh, sour cream is undiluted - things are going very well. Pirosmanishvili is building a house for his sister in his native Mirzaani. It is unlikely that he could have imagined that his museum would someday be in this house. In March 1909, a poster appeared on the pedestals in the Ortachala Garden: “News! Belle Vue Theatre. Only 7 tours of the beautiful Marguerite de Sevres in Tiflis. A unique gift to sing chansons and dance cake-walk at the same time!” The Frenchwoman struck Nicholas on the spot. "Not a woman, a pearl from a precious chest!" he exclaimed. According to one version of the legend, Pirosmani, in love, tried different ways to win the heart of a beauty (once he painted her portrait), but she was impregnable and often did not even honor the artist with a look. This attitude drove Nico into a frenzy. He sometimes fell to the ground in tears in order to touch the marks of her feet with his lips. Such adoration on the verge of insanity was not to the liking of the actress and only further increased her contempt for the artist. In Tiflis, they liked to tell the story of Niko's unhappy love, and everyone told it in their own way. “Niko feasted with friends and did not go to the hotel to the actress, although she called him,” the drunkards said. “Margarita spent the night with poor Nikolai, and then she was frightened by too strong a feeling and left!” the poets said. “He loved one actress, but they lived separately,” the realists shrugged. “Pirosmani never saw Margarita, but painted a portrait from a poster,” skeptics smash the legend to dust. The romantic story is this: ... This summer morning was no different at first. The morning was still slumbering in one of the alleys, the shadow lay on the low-rise wooden houses gray from time to time. In one of these houses, small windows on the second floor were open, and behind them Margarita slept, covering her eyes with reddish eyelashes. It was the morning of Niko's birthday and it was on this morning that carts with a rare and light load appeared in the alley. The carts were loaded to the top with cut flowers splashed with water. It made it look like the flowers were covered in hundreds of tiny rainbows. The carts stopped near Margaret's house. The arborists, talking in an undertone, began to remove armfuls of flowers and dump them on the pavement and pavement at the threshold. It seemed that carts brought flowers here not only from all over Tiflis, but also from all over Georgia. The laughter of the children and the exclamations of the hostesses woke Margarita. She sat up in bed and sighed. Entire lakes of smells - refreshing, gentle, bright and tender, joyful and sad - filled the air. Excited, Margarita, still not understanding anything, quickly dressed. She put on her best, richest dress and heavy bracelets, tidied up her bronzed hair and, dressing, smiled, she herself did not know what. She guessed that this holiday was arranged for her. But by whom? And on what occasion? At this time, the only person, thin and pale, decided to cross the border of flowers and slowly walked through the flowers to Margarita's house. The crowd recognized him and fell silent. It was a beggar artist Niko Pirosmanishvili. Where did he get so much money to buy these snowdrifts of flowers? So much money! He walked towards Margarita's house, touching the walls with his hand. Everyone saw how Margarita ran out of the house to meet him - no one had ever seen her in such a brilliance of beauty - she hugged Pirosmani and for the first time kissed Niko firmly on the lips. Kissed in the face of the sun, sky and ordinary people - for the first and last time ... Alas, Niko's love did not subdue Margarita. So, at least, many thought. But still it was impossible to understand whether this was really so? Soon Margarita found herself a rich lover and left Tiflis with him. The portrait of the actress Margarita is a witness of beautiful love. A white face, a white dress, touchingly outstretched arms, a bouquet of white flowers - and white words laid at the feet of the actress ... “I forgive with white,” Pirosmani said.

Sololaki district where Niko and Margarita met

In order to make such a gift, Pirosmani had to sell the only thing he had - his dairy shop. After that, he was never able to earn a normal income and begged for the rest of his life, often spending the night in Tiflis cellars. Marguerite de Sèvres soon went back to France and they did not meet until the end of their lives, all that Pirosmani got was the only kiss that Margarita awarded him near that very hotel ...

In 1968, 50 years after Pirosmani's death, an exhibition of his work was held at the Louvre. On one of the days of the exhibition, an elderly woman came to the museum and stood for a long time near the painting “Actress Margarita”. As it turned out, the woman was the same Marguerite de Sevres, who at that time was already over 60 years old. The actress asked to be photographed against the background of the canvas, which was done by the employees of the Louvre. Margarita had letters with her that Niko Pirosmani often wrote to her after she left back to Paris. Representatives of the Georgian delegation were afraid to take them from Margarita, fearing problems when entering the USSR (it was always easy for us to pass as a spy), so they remained with Margarita. Alas, the end of this story is very sad: where and when Margarita died, as well as what happened to these letters, we do not know.

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