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Creativity of Afanasy Osipov The work of Afanasy Osipov, even during the artist’s lifetime, became a classic of Yakut art; it determined the development of painting in the republic for many decades. After successfully graduating from the painting department of the Moscow State Institute. IN AND. Surikov’s fruitful professional and organizational activities of A.N. Osipova helped him enter the circle of leading Soviet artists. In 1955 he became a member of the Union of Artists of Russia, and since 1956 a member of the Board of the Union of Artists of Yakutia. The painter takes an active part in all-Union, regional, and republican exhibitions. At exhibitions, he actively discusses problems with colleagues contemporary art. In 1966-1991. the artist works as a member of the board of the USSR Union of Artists, and since 1968 for many decades he has been secretary of the Board of the Russian Union of Artists. Saturated social life the painter always knew how to combine with creativity. Osipov's painting is closely connected with the traditions of Russian realism and the Soviet school. The artist had great respect for classical art, and did not separate the concept of “craft” from “

high art " Equally significant for understanding Osipov’s work is his connection with his homeland, Yakutia - its nature, history, life. His attitude to the events of the time is always active - major industrial projects, achievements in the field of sports and culture of the republic or country: “Honored Trainer of the USSR D.P. Korkin with his students" (1971), triptych "Grey-haired Vilyuy" (1969), "Group portrait of folk writers of Yakutia" (1974). Never losing his inner connection with modernity, the artist turns to age-old traditions native land. Millennial lifestyle harsh nature is the running theme of Afanasy Osipov’s works: “The Scream” (1959), “Festival of Reindeer Herders” (1964), the triptych “In the Land of the Ancestors” (1971), “Horse Breeders. White Nights" (1975), "Munkha - a holiday of ice fishing for crucian carp" (1985), triptych "Gold Veins of Indigirka" (1990), "Festival of the Deer" (2008). The dissolution of man in nature, the idea of ​​the harmony of the individual, living according to the universal laws of the universe, is the main content of the paintings “Song of the Gobi” (1978), “Traveler” (1979), “Arkhangai Arats” (1987), “Fine Evening” (1989) , “Spring morning at the horse breeders’ site” (1996), etc. Portraits of outstanding, extraordinary contemporaries occupy a significant place in the artist’s work: “Portrait of a Hero Soviet Union Fyodor Okhlopkov" (1965), "Portrait of D.E. Koryakina" (1979), "Portrait of Sofron Danilov" (1981), "Portrait of Anegina Ilina-Dmitrieva" (1987), "Portrait of D.K. Sivtseva-Suorun Omollona" (1996), "Portrait of E.E. Sleptsova “Dolguncha” (2000), “Portrait of Chingiz Aitmatov” (2001), “Portrait of the artist Andrei Tutunov” (2005), etc.

In 1988, Afanasy Nikolaevich became a full member of the Russian Academy of Arts. In 1994-2004. Afanasy Osipov works as a professor and head of the painting department of the Yakut branch of the Krasnoyarsk Art Institute, and from 2000-2004 - professor and head of the painting department of the art faculty of the Arctic State Institute of Culture and Arts. He conducts practical painting classes for students. The artist stood at the origins of the creation of the Academy of Spirituality of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia), becoming its theoretician and inspirer. In 1996 he was appointed president of the Academy of Spirituality. At the same time, he continues to work hard as a painter.

Creative trips to different countries: Mongolia, Italy, Switzerland, France, Kyrgyzstan, Nepal. While making working trips, the artist develops some important principles of painting, makes discoveries that subsequently enrich the color, drawing, composition of his works: “Panorama of Arkhangaya” (1986), “Talas Mountains - the birthplace of Chingiz Aitmatov” (1988), « Alaska. At the foot of the mountains" (1993), "Blue mountains near Kumjun" (2003), "Autumn in Interlaken. View of the Jungfrau in the evening" (2007), "Italian Alps. Foggy Morning" (2009). In 2003-2006 A series of paintings appeared dedicated to ancient Russian cities.

Northern landscapes recent years- the crowning of all Osipov’s creativity, they reflected the spiritual and artistic experience his life: " Golden autumn Indigirki" (2002), "Breath of Autumn" (2004), "Dali Adychi" (2004), "Symphony of the Mountains" (2006), "Autumn in the Ust-Nera Mountains" (2007). The motifs are presented as if nature lives without knowing anything about our presence. Mountains, rivers, forests are seen in their self-sufficient existence without regard to man. These canvases are a plastic concept of the vital force of nature in the North. In the master’s work, the motif of the sun in a rainbow halo becomes programmatic. The spatial scope of the landscapes “In the Aura of Space” (2001), “A luminary rises in gold” (2001) literally captivates the viewer. In the alternation of plans, leading the eye to the endless distances of the sprawling horizon, epic reflections on the universal beginning of life are convincingly revealed. The solar disk with a golden circle is a multi-valued symbol of harmony and unity of the universe.

The art of Afanasy Osipov is deeply philosophical: the unity of modern and timeless, everyday and poetic, specific and universal lies the meaning of many of the master’s paintings. With these works, the Yakut artist firmly entered the history of Russian art.

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Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov(born 1928) - Soviet, Yakut and Russian painter.

Biography

Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov was born on February 28, 1928 in the II Ergit Nasleg of the Gorny Ulus, graduated from the Yakut Cooperative College in 1945, in 1949 -, in 1955 - (painting department, workshop of professors P. P. Kotov and F. P. Reshetnikov) . Member of the Union of Artists of Russia since 1956.

Since 1953 - participant in republican, since 1955 - major all-Union, Russian, zonal, regional and foreign art exhibitions. Personal exhibitions took place in the central cities of Russia and many countries around the world

He was elected a member of the Board of the Union of Artists of the USSR (1964-1968, 1977-1990), from 1968 - Secretary of the Board of the Union of Artists of the RSFSR, in 1965-1967, from 1971 - Chairman of the zonal exhibition committee for the region "Soviet Far East", in 1979-1991 - Chairman of the Union of Artists of Yakutia.

In 1955-1957 he taught special disciplines at the Yakut Art School. Since 1957, switched to creative work. Since 1994 - head of the department of painting of the Yakut branch, in 2000-2004 - professor, head of the department of painting in Yakutsk. Since 2004 - again in creative work.

A. N. Osipov was elected as a deputy of the Council of Nationalities of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of the 11th convocation (1984-1989) from the Yakut Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, Supreme Council Yakut Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic of two convocations (1967, 1980); is one of the co-authors of the State Emblem of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia). Honorary citizen of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia) (2000).

The works of A. N. Osipov are stored in the National Art Museum of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia), the State Tretyakov Gallery, the State Russian Museum, in art museums countries, private collections in Russia and abroad. Among the main works: folk writers Yakutia N. E. Mordinov, V. M. Novikov, S. R. Kulachikov, D. K. Sivtsev (1974), “Ysyakh” (Yakut folk holiday, 1980), “Above the Erkeny Valley” (1993), triptych “ Gold veins of Indigirka" (1990), "Sine River" (1995), " Spring sun on the horse breeders' site" (1996), "Near Lake Tugaranja" (1997), "The sun rises in a halo" (1997), "Tebenevka in the Erkeny valley" (1996), a series of portraits of artists, including people's artist Russia Ivan Stepanov (1996), writer Chingiz Aitmatov (1997).

Awards and titles

  • medals, including:
    • bronze medal at VDNKh (1962, for the painting “The Scream”)
    • Silver medal of the USSR Academy of Arts (1988; for the triptych “Arkhangai Arats” and a series of landscapes of Yakutia (1987-1988))
    • two Gold medals of the Russian Academy of Arts (2001, 2004)
  • State Prize of the RSFSR named after I.E. Repin (1986; for the painting “Munha - the holiday of the last crucian catch” (1985) and landscapes “Argomay River”, “Mouth of Inyali” (1984))
  • Prize of the Council of Ministers of the USSR (1982, for painting the foyer of the Yakutsk state theater Opera and Ballet named after. Suorun-Omollona on the theme “Ysyakh”)
  • Lenin Komsomol Prize of Yakutia
  • honorary citizen of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia) (2000)
  • folk artist Republic of Sakha (Yakutia)
  • Honored Artist of the Yakut Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic
  • full member of the USSR Academy of Arts (1988); full member of the Russian Academy of Arts
  • full member of the National Academy of Arts of the Republic of Kyrgyzstan (2005)
  • honorary citizen of the Gorny ulus

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“You are an angel, I am not worthy of you, but I am only afraid of deceiving you.” – Nikolai kissed her hand again.

Yogel had the most fun balls in Moscow. This was what the mothers said, looking at their adolescentes [girls] performing their newly learned steps; this was said by the adolescentes and adolescents themselves, [girls and boys] who danced until they dropped; these grown-up girls and young men who came to these balls with the idea of ​​condescending to them and finding the best fun in them. In the same year, two marriages took place at these balls. The two pretty princesses of the Gorchakovs found suitors and got married, and even more so they launched these balls into glory. What was special about these balls was that there was no host and hostess: there was the good-natured Yogel, like flying feathers, shuffling around according to the rules of art, who accepted tickets for lessons from all his guests; was that only those who wanted to dance and have fun, like 13 and 14 year olds want to, still went to these balls summer girls putting on long dresses for the first time. Everyone, with rare exceptions, was or seemed pretty: they all smiled so enthusiastically and their eyes lit up so much. Sometimes even the best students danced pas de chale, of whom the best was Natasha, distinguished by her grace; but at this last ball only ecosaises, anglaises and the mazurka, which was just coming into fashion, were danced. The hall was taken by Yogel to Bezukhov’s house, and the ball was a great success, as everyone said. There were a lot of pretty girls, and the Rostov ladies were among the best. They were both especially happy and cheerful. That evening, Sonya, proud of Dolokhov’s proposal, her refusal and explanation with Nikolai, was still spinning at home, not allowing the girl to finish her braids, and now she was glowing through and through with impetuous joy.
Natasha, no less proud that she was wearing a long dress for the first time at a real ball, was even happier. Both were wearing white muslin dresses with pink ribbons.
Natasha became in love from the very minute she entered the ball. She was not in love with anyone in particular, but she was in love with everyone. The one she looked at at the moment she looked at was the one she was in love with.
- Oh, how good! – she kept saying, running up to Sonya.
Nikolai and Denisov walked through the halls, looking at the dancers affectionately and patronizingly.
“How sweet she will be,” Denisov said.
- Who?
“Athena Natasha,” answered Denisov.
“And how she dances, what a g”ation!” after a short silence, he said again.
- Who are you talking about?
“About your sister,” Denisov shouted angrily.
Rostov grinned.
– Mon cher comte; vous etes l"un de mes meilleurs ecoliers, il faut que vous dansiez,” said little Jogel, approaching Nikolai. “Voyez combien de jolies demoiselles.” [My dear Count, you are one of my best students. You need to dance. Look how much pretty girls!] – He made the same request to Denisov, also his former student.
“Non, mon cher, je fe"ai tapisse"ie, [No, my dear, I’ll sit by the wall," Denisov said. “Don’t you remember how badly I used your lessons?”
- Oh no! – Jogel said hastily consoling him. – You were just inattentive, but you had abilities, yes, you had abilities.
The newly introduced mazurka was played; Nikolai could not refuse Yogel and invited Sonya. Denisov sat down next to the old ladies and, leaning his elbows on his saber, stamping his beat, told something cheerfully and made the old ladies laugh, looking at the dancing young people. Yogel, in the first couple, danced with Natasha, his pride and best student. Gently, tenderly moving his feet in his shoes, Yogel was the first to fly across the hall with Natasha, who was timid, but diligently performing steps. Denisov did not take his eyes off her and tapped the beat with his saber, with an expression that clearly said that he himself did not dance only because he did not want to, and not because he could not. In the middle of the figure, he called Rostov, who was passing by, to him.
“It’s not the same at all,” he said. - Is this a Polish mazurka? And she dances excellently. - Knowing that Denisov was even famous in Poland for his skill in dancing the Polish mazurka, Nikolai ran up to Natasha:
- Go and choose Denisov. Here he is dancing! Miracle! - he said.
When it was Natasha’s turn again, she stood up and quickly fingering her shoes with bows, timidly, ran alone across the hall to the corner where Denisov was sitting. She saw that everyone was looking at her and waiting. Nikolai saw that Denisov and Natasha were arguing smiling, and that Denisov was refusing, but smiling joyfully. He ran up.
“Please, Vasily Dmitrich,” Natasha said, “let’s go, please.”
“Yes, that’s it, g’athena,” Denisov said.
“Well, that’s enough, Vasya,” said Nikolai.
“It’s like they’re trying to persuade Vaska the cat,” Denisov said jokingly.
“I’ll sing to you all evening,” said Natasha.
- The sorceress will do anything to me! - Denisov said and unfastened his saber. He came out from behind the chairs, firmly took his lady by the hand, raised his head and put his foot down, waiting for tact. Only on horseback and in the mazurka it was not visible vertically challenged Denisov, and he seemed to be the same young man that he felt himself to be. Having waited for the beat, he glanced triumphantly and playfully at his lady from the side, suddenly tapped one foot and, like a ball, elastically bounced off the floor and flew along in a circle, dragging his lady with him. He silently flew halfway across the hall on one leg, and it seemed that he did not see the chairs standing in front of him and rushed straight towards them; but suddenly, clicking his spurs and spreading his legs, he stopped on his heels, stood there for a second, with the roar of spurs, knocked his feet in one place, quickly turned around and, clicking his right foot with his left foot, again flew in a circle. Natasha guessed what he intended to do, and, without knowing how, she followed him - surrendering herself to him. Now he circled her, now on his right, now on his left hand, now falling on his knees, he circled her around him, and again he jumped up and started forward with such swiftness, as if he intended to run across all the rooms without taking a breath; then suddenly he stopped again and again made a new and unexpected knee. When he, briskly spinning the lady in front of her place, snapped his spur, bowing before her, Natasha did not even curtsey for him. She stared at him in bewilderment, smiling as if she didn’t recognize him. - What is this? - she said.
Despite the fact that Yogel did not recognize this mazurka as real, everyone was delighted with Denisov’s skill, they began to constantly choose him, and the old people, smiling, began to talk about Poland and the good old days. Denisov, flushed from the mazurka and wiping himself with a handkerchief, sat down next to Natasha and did not leave her side throughout the entire ball.

For two days after this, Rostov did not see Dolokhov with his people and did not find him at home; on the third day he received a note from him. “Since I no longer intend to visit your house for reasons known to you and am going to the army, this evening I am giving my friends a farewell party - come to the English hotel.” Rostov at 10 o'clock, from the theater, where he was with his family and Denisov, arrived on the appointed day at the English hotel. He was immediately taken to the best room of the hotel, occupied for that night by Dolokhov. About twenty people crowded around the table, in front of which Dolokhov was sitting between two candles. There was gold and banknotes on the table, and Dolokhov was throwing a bank. After Sonya's proposal and refusal, Nikolai had not yet seen him and was confused at the thought of how they would meet.

The Union of Artists of Yakutia reports with deep regret that on the night of September 11, at the age of 89, a member of the Union of Artists of the Russian Federation, People's Artist of the USSR, RSFSR, Republic of Sakha (Yakutia), laureate of the State Prize of the RSFSR named after. I.E. Repina, full member Russian Academy arts, honorary citizen of the republic Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov.

Afanasy Osipov in last interview the site talked about what life and art mean to him.

All my works are based on life observations. This is the way of life of an artist. I just took it and drew a picture - this is impossible. You need to survive, digest inside, collect material, survive. There must be love in everything. Love is everything for a person. My motto is to dream, dream, dream!”

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Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov - People's Artist of the USSR and Russia, Honored Artist and President of the Academy of Spirituality of the Republic of Sakha, laureate of the State Prize of Russia, full corresponding member of the Russian Academy of Arts.

Born on February 28, 1928 in the II Ergitsky Nasleg of the Gorny Ulus, he graduated from the Yakut Cooperative College in 1945, and from the Moscow Secondary School in 1949. art school at the Institute named after V.I. Surikov, in 1955 - Metropolitan Municipal Institute named after. V. I. Surikov (painting department, workshop of professors P. P. Kotov and F. P. Reshetnikov). Member of the Union of Painters of the Russian Federation since 1956.

Since 1955, Afanasy Osipov has participated in 45 All-Union and All-Russian exhibitions, as well as in exhibitions abroad: in Germany, Japan, Vietnam, Canada, Romania, France, Afghanistan, India, Egypt, Mexico. His works are kept in Tretyakov Gallery, Russian Museum, in art collections and galleries in Germany, France, Mongolia, Italy, USA, Bulgaria and other countries.

Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov - painter, full member of the Russian Academy of Arts, full member of the National Academy of Arts of the Republic of Kyrgyzstan, People's Artist of the USSR, People's Artist of Russia, People's Artist of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia), laureate State Prize RSFSR named after. I.E.Repina, laureate of the Lenin Komsomol Prize of Yakutia, president of the Academy of Spirituality of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia). Member of the Russian Union of Artists.

On September 11, at the age of 89, the largest Yakut painter, People's Artist of the USSR, full member of the Russian Academy of Arts, Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov, died. The man who was called the symbol of an entire era has passed away. A.N. Osipov represents the generation that was formed in post-war decade and entered into creative life in the mid-1950s. The art of Afanasy Osipov has determined the development of Yakut painting for many decades. In the works “Festival of Reindeer Herders”, “Board of the Collective Farm”, “Grey-haired Vilyuy”, “Honored Trainer of the USSR D.P. Korkin with his students”, “Golden Rays”, “The Aura of Space” embodies the centuries-old traditions of the native land, the pathos of renewal, the spirit and energy of the people, the power northern nature. The artist finds a figurative solution for the canvases in which the edges of history and modernity come into contact and create a life-affirming note.

The work of Afanasy Osipov, who graduated from the Moscow State Art Institute named after V.I. Surikov, is closely connected with the traditions of Russian realism and Soviet painting. Equally significant for understanding the master’s art is his connection with his homeland, Yakutia - its nature, history and culture. His attitude to the events of the time is always active - large industrial projects, achievements in the field of sports and culture of the republic or country. Portraits of outstanding, extraordinary contemporaries occupy a significant place in the artist’s work: “People’s Writers of Yakutia”, “Portrait of the Hero of the Soviet Union Fyodor Okhlopkov”, “Portrait of D.E. Koryakina", "Portrait of Sofron Danilov", "Portrait of D.K. Sivtsev-Suorun Omollona”, “Portrait of Chingiz Aitmatov”, etc. Never losing his inner connection with modernity, the artist turns to the age-old traditions of his native land. The thousand-year-old way of life of the peoples of Yakutia, organically fused with the characteristic features of harsh nature, is the cross-cutting theme of Afanasy Osipov’s paintings: “Horse breeders. White Nights”, “Munkha – a holiday of ice fishing for crucian carp”, “Festival of the Deer”. The dissolution of man in nature, the idea of ​​the harmony of the individual living according to the universal laws of the universe, is the main content of the works “In the Land of the Ancestors”, “Song of the Gobi”, “Arkhangai Arats”. Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov forever entered the history of Russian art with his paintings. The passing of Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov was a great loss for the culture and art of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia).

Andryusha. 1969 cardboard, oil

In the yaranga. 1959 oil on canvas

People's writers of Yakutia. 1974, oil on canvas

Triptych Gray-haired Vilyuy. 1969 oil on canvas

Self-portrait. 1978 oil on canvas

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Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov(born 1928) - Soviet, Yakut and Russian painter.

Biography

Afanasy Nikolaevich Osipov was born on February 28, 1928 in the II Ergit Nasleg of the Gorny Ulus, graduated from the Yakut Cooperative College in 1945, in 1949 -, in 1955 - (painting department, workshop of professors P. P. Kotov and F. P. Reshetnikov) . Member of the Union of Artists of Russia since 1956.

Since 1953 - participant in republican, since 1955 - major all-Union, Russian, zonal, regional and foreign art exhibitions. Personal exhibitions took place in the central cities of Russia and many countries around the world

He was elected a member of the Board of the Union of Artists of the USSR (1964-1968, 1977-1990), from 1968 - Secretary of the Board of the Union of Artists of the RSFSR, in 1965-1967, from 1971 - Chairman of the zonal exhibition committee for the region "Soviet Far East", in 1979-1991 - Chairman of the Union of Artists of Yakutia.

In 1955-1957 he taught special disciplines at the Yakut Art School. Since 1957 he switched to creative work. Since 1994 - head of the department of painting of the Yakut branch, in 2000-2004 - professor, head of the department of painting in Yakutsk. Since 2004 - again in creative work.

A. N. Osipov was elected as a deputy of the Council of Nationalities of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of the 11th convocation (1984-1989) from the Yakut Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, the Supreme Council of the Yakut Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic of two convocations (1967, 1980); is one of the co-authors of the State Emblem of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia). Honorary citizen of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia) (2000).

The works of A. N. Osipov are stored in the National Art Museum of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia), the State Tretyakov Gallery, the State Russian Museum, in art museums of the country, private collections in Russia and abroad. Among the main works: folk writers of Yakutia N. E. Mordinov, V. M. Novikov, S. R. Kulachikov, D. K. Sivtsev (1974), “Ysyakh” (Yakut folk holiday, 1980), “Above the Erkeny Valley” (1993), triptych “Gold Veins of Indigirka” (1990), “Sine River” (1995), “Spring sun on the horse breeders’ site” (1996), “Near Lake Tugaranja” (1997), “The sun rises in a halo” (1997 ), “Tebenevka in the Erkeny Valley” (1996), a series of portraits of artists, including People’s Artist of Russia Ivan Stepanov (1996), writer Chingiz Aitmatov (1997).

Awards and titles

  • medals, including:
    • bronze medal at VDNKh (1962, for the painting “The Scream”)
    • Silver medal of the USSR Academy of Arts (1988; for the triptych “Arkhangai Arats” and a series of landscapes of Yakutia (1987-1988))
    • two Gold medals of the Russian Academy of Arts (2001, 2004)
  • State Prize of the RSFSR named after I.E. Repin (1986; for the painting “Munha - the holiday of the last crucian catch” (1985) and landscapes “Argomay River”, “Mouth of Inyali” (1984))
  • Prize of the Council of Ministers of the USSR (1982, for painting the foyer of the Yakut State Opera and Ballet Theater named after Suorun-Omollon on the theme “Ysyakh”)
  • Lenin Komsomol Prize of Yakutia
  • honorary citizen of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia) (2000)
  • People's Artist of the Republic of Sakha (Yakutia)
  • Honored Artist of the Yakut Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic
  • full member of the USSR Academy of Arts (1988); full member of the Russian Academy of Arts
  • full member of the National Academy of Arts of the Republic of Kyrgyzstan (2005)
  • honorary citizen of the Gorny ulus

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“I can’t leave her here alone, I’m watching her so that nothing happens to her.” And here Dean is with me... He helps me.
I just couldn’t believe it... This little brave girl voluntarily left her beautiful and kind “floor” to live in this cold, terrible and alien world, protecting her mother, who was very “guilty” in some way! I don’t think there would be many people so brave and selfless (even adults!) who would dare to undertake such a feat... And I immediately thought - maybe she just didn’t understand what she was going to doom herself to?!
– How long have you been here, girl, if it’s not a secret?
“Recently...” she answered sadly, tugging at her black lock of hair with her fingers. curly hair, black-eyed baby. - I got into this beautiful world when she died!.. He was so kind and bright!.. And then I saw that my mother was not with me and rushed to look for her. It was so scary at first! For some reason she was nowhere to be found... And then I fell into this terrible world... And then I found her. I was so scared here... So lonely... Mom told me to leave, she even scolded me. But I can’t leave her... Now I have a friend, my good Dean, and I can already somehow exist here.
Her " good friend" he growled again, which gave Stella and me huge "lower astral" goosebumps... Having collected myself, I tried to calm down a little and began to take a closer look at this furry miracle... And he, immediately feeling that they had paid attention to him, was creepy bared his fanged mouth... I jumped back.
- Oh, don't be afraid, please! “He’s smiling at you,” the girl “reassured.”
Yeah... You'll learn to run fast from such a smile... - I thought to myself.
- How did it happen that you became friends with him? – Stella asked.
– When I first came here, I was very scared, especially when such monsters as you were attacking today. And then one day, when I almost died, Dean saved me from a whole bunch of creepy flying “birds”. I was also scared of him at first, but then I realized what a heart of gold he has... He is the most best friend! I never had anything like this, even when I lived on Earth.
- How did you get used to it so quickly? His appearance is not quite, let’s say, familiar...
– And here I understood one very simple truth, which for some reason I did not notice on Earth - appearance does not matter if a person or a creature has kind heart... My mother was very beautiful, but at times she was very angry too. And then all her beauty disappeared somewhere... And Dean, although scary, is always very kind, and always protects me, I feel his kindness and am not afraid of anything. But you can get used to the appearance...
– Do you know that you will be here for a very long time, much longer than people live on Earth? Do you really want to stay here?..
“My mother is here, so I have to help her.” And when she “leaves” to live on Earth again, I will also leave... To where there is more goodness. In that scary world and people are very strange - as if they don’t live at all. Why is that? Do you know anything about this?
– Who told you that your mother would leave to live again? – Stella became interested.
- Dean, of course. He knows a lot, he’s lived here for a very long time. He also said that when we (my mother and I) live again, our families will be different. And then I won’t have this mother anymore... That’s why I want to be with her now.
- How do you talk to him, your Dean? – Stella asked. – And why don’t you want to tell us your name?
But it’s true – we still didn’t know her name! And they didn’t know where she came from either...
– My name was Maria... But does that really matter here?
- Surely! – Stella laughed. - How can I communicate with you? When you leave, they will give you a new name, but while you are here, you will have to live with the old one. Did you talk to anyone else here, girl Maria? – Stella asked, jumping from topic to topic out of habit.
“Yes, I talked...” the little girl said hesitantly. “But they are so strange here.” And so unhappy... Why are they so unhappy?
– Is what you see here conducive to happiness? – I was surprised by her question. – Even the local “reality” itself kills any hopes in advance!.. How can you be happy here?
- Don't know. When I’m with my mother, it seems to me that I could be happy here too... True, it’s very scary here, and she really doesn’t like it here... When I said that I agreed to stay with her, she yelled at me and said that I’m her “brainless misfortune”... But I’m not offended... I know that she’s just scared. Just like me...
– Perhaps she just wanted to protect you from your “extreme” decision, and only wanted you to go back to your “floor”? – Stella asked carefully, so as not to offend.
– No, of course... But thank you for the good words. Mom often called me something else good names, even on Earth... But I know that this is not out of anger. She was simply unhappy that I was born, and often told me that I ruined her life. But it wasn't my fault, was it? I always tried to make her happy, but for some reason I wasn’t very successful... And I never had a dad. – Maria was very sad, and her voice was trembling, as if she was about to cry.
Stella and I looked at each other, and I was almost sure that similar thoughts visited her... I already really didn’t like this spoiled, selfish “mother”, who, instead of worrying about her child herself, did not care about his heroic sacrifice at all I understood and, in addition, I also hurt her painfully.
“But Dean says that I’m good, and that I make him very happy!” – the little girl babbled more cheerfully. “And he wants to be friends with me.” And others I've met here are very cold and indifferent, and sometimes even evil... Especially those who have monsters attached...
“Monsters—what?..” we didn’t understand.
- Well, they have terrible monsters sitting on their backs and telling them what they must do. And if they don’t listen, the monsters mock them terribly... I tried to talk to them, but these monsters won’t allow me.
We understood absolutely nothing from this “explanation,” but the very fact that some astral beings were torturing people could not remain “explored” by us, so we immediately asked her how we could see this amazing phenomenon.
- Oh, yes everywhere! Especially at the “black mountain”. There he is, behind the trees. Do you want us to go with you too?
- Of course, we will be only too happy! – the delighted Stella immediately answered.
To be honest, I also didn’t really smile at the prospect of dating someone else, “creepy and incomprehensible,” especially alone. But interest overcame fear, and we, of course, would have gone, despite the fact that we were a little afraid... But when such a defender as Dean walked with us, it immediately became more fun...
And then, after a short moment, real Hell unfolded before our eyes, wide open with amazement... The vision was reminiscent of the paintings of Bosch (or Bosc, depending on what language you translate it into), a “crazy” artist who once shocked the whole world with his art world... He, of course, was not crazy, but was simply a seer who for some reason could only see the lower Astral. But we must give him his due - he portrayed him superbly... I saw his paintings in a book that was in my dad’s library, and I still remembered the eerie feeling that most of his paintings carried...

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