«Kursk»
Plaster, enamel, 37x76, 2011
On August 12, 2000, a tragedy occurred in the Barents Sea that shook the entire world: the nuclear submarine cruiser of the Northern Fleet, the «Kursk», was lost with its entire crew. This, the largest disaster in the history of the Navy, left no one indifferent; all of Russia, the entire world, watched the tragedy unfold... The artist seems to have relived what the Russian sailors had to endure in the final minutes of their lives. It was unbearably difficult to convey the hope with which mothers, fathers, wives, children, and simply all people prayed for the salvation of the sailors, hoping for a miracle... But the miracle did not happen... However, this does not mean that we can forget this tragedy.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
«Kursk»
Plaster, enamel, 37x76, 2011
On August 12, 2000, a tragedy occurred in the Barents Sea that shook the entire world: the nuclear submarine cruiser of the Northern Fleet, the «Kursk», was lost with its entire crew. This, the largest disaster in the history of the Navy, left no one indifferent; all of Russia, the entire world, watched the tragedy unfold... The artist seems to have relived what the Russian sailors had to endure in the final minutes of their lives. It was unbearably difficult to convey the hope with which mothers, fathers, wives, children, and simply all people prayed for the salvation of the sailors, hoping for a miracle... But the miracle did not happen... However, this does not mean that we can forget this tragedy.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
The nation prayed, but the nation came too late,
Sunk throat-deep in lies, as in pitch;
The living soul pounded with hammering blows,
But hard it is to reach the truth in the gloom.
They were suffocating, and their skin was bursting,
Suffocation and pain tore at their mouths;
For our sins, the harvest of death is multiplied,
And bitter salt oozed and consumed them.
And the eternal heavens called their souls —
Their honor and dignity are not needed here,
The heavenly brotherhood has claimed them as its own,
And we before them are foolish and absurd.
For the blindness of deeds, for fox-like cunning—
Purify yourself, and seek salvation.
Souls are jammed, like the conning tower hatch,
And fistulas fester with the leprosy of money!
To ask forgiveness, weeping in repentance:
Here is the shore — here is the sea — here is the sky — here is the Light!
And there is still a holy truth on earth —
There is no salvation on the path without truth.
Sunk throat-deep in lies, as in pitch;
The living soul pounded with hammering blows,
But hard it is to reach the truth in the gloom.
They were suffocating, and their skin was bursting,
Suffocation and pain tore at their mouths;
For our sins, the harvest of death is multiplied,
And bitter salt oozed and consumed them.
And the eternal heavens called their souls —
Their honor and dignity are not needed here,
The heavenly brotherhood has claimed them as its own,
And we before them are foolish and absurd.
For the blindness of deeds, for fox-like cunning—
Purify yourself, and seek salvation.
Souls are jammed, like the conning tower hatch,
And fistulas fester with the leprosy of money!
To ask forgiveness, weeping in repentance:
Here is the shore — here is the sea — here is the sky — here is the Light!
And there is still a holy truth on earth —
There is no salvation on the path without truth.
In memory of the sailors of the submarine «Kursk»
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«In the Gloom»
«In the Gloom»
In memory of the sailors of the submarine «Kursk»
The nation prayed, but the nation came too late,
Sunk throat-deep in lies, as in pitch;
The living soul pounded with hammering blows,
But hard it is to reach the truth in the gloom.
Sunk throat-deep in lies, as in pitch;
The living soul pounded with hammering blows,
But hard it is to reach the truth in the gloom.
They were suffocating, and their skin was bursting,
Suffocation and pain tore at their mouths;
For our sins, the harvest of death is multiplied,
And bitter salt oozed and consumed them.
Suffocation and pain tore at their mouths;
For our sins, the harvest of death is multiplied,
And bitter salt oozed and consumed them.
And the eternal heavens called their souls —
Their honor and dignity are not needed here,
The heavenly brotherhood has claimed them as its own,
And we before them are foolish and absurd.
Their honor and dignity are not needed here,
The heavenly brotherhood has claimed them as its own,
And we before them are foolish and absurd.
For the blindness of deeds, for fox-like cunning—
Purify yourself, and seek salvation.
Souls are jammed, like the conning tower hatch,
And fistulas fester with the leprosy of money!
Purify yourself, and seek salvation.
Souls are jammed, like the conning tower hatch,
And fistulas fester with the leprosy of money!
To ask forgiveness, weeping in repentance:
Here is the shore — here is the sea — here is the sky — here is the Light!
And there is still a holy truth on earth —
There is no salvation on the path without truth.
Here is the shore — here is the sea — here is the sky — here is the Light!
And there is still a holy truth on earth —
There is no salvation on the path without truth.
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Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
Artist, graphic artist, sculptor.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky was born on April 12, 1968, into a creative family spanning five generations of professional artists. The range of artistic interests among the representatives of this famous family is very broad—from classical painting and graphics to theatrical and film set designs, wire sculpture, and animation. From early childhood, Alexey Yuryevich grew up in a creative atmosphere. His first teachers were his grandfather, Fyodor Pavlovich Reshetnikov (one of the most prominent representatives of Socialist Realism in the USSR, known for the painting "Another Two"), and his grandmother, Lidia Isaakovna Brodskaya (daughter of the talented artist Isaak Brodsky, whose museum is located in his native city of Berdyansk). He graduated from the Moscow Secondary Art School (MSKhSh) at the Surikov Moscow State Academic Art Institute, in the department of sculpture and graphics. His professional fields include sculpture, graphics, and film and theatrical projects.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky
Artist, graphic artist, sculptor.
Alexey Yuryevich Golubev-Brodsky was born on April 12, 1968, into a creative family spanning five generations of professional artists. The range of artistic interests among the representatives of this famous family is very broad—from classical painting and graphics to theatrical and film set designs, wire sculpture, and animation. From early childhood, Alexey Yuryevich grew up in a creative atmosphere. His first teachers were his grandfather, Fyodor Pavlovich Reshetnikov (one of the most prominent representatives of Socialist Realism in the USSR, known for the painting "Another Two"), and his grandmother, Lidia Isaakovna Brodskaya (daughter of the talented artist Isaak Brodsky, whose museum is located in his native city of Berdyansk). He graduated from the Moscow Secondary Art School (MSKhSh) at the Surikov Moscow State Academic Art Institute, in the department of sculpture and graphics. His professional fields include sculpture, graphics, and film and theatrical projects.