Author of quotes: Boris Mikhailovich Kustodiev

Love of life, joy and cheerfulness, the love of his "Russian" - it was always the only "story" of my paintings.

What would I do when not go there since 1917! When I write, I always picture standing in front of the eyes. I blamed it entirely and make rubbings... I can order the head picture. And those paintings are replaced in the head like in the movies. Sometimes seen the head swells.

There is heavy snow and wind. What a shame, you can not work - and these days a lot already. Write again Sketch1. It's still snowing, started the sketch. If you write the pattern as a sketch would be very nice, at least I think so... So today, in addition to the sketch did not do anything - after all, I'm very satisfied with today. The sketch at once made and in this form as I wanted. Sketches done last year in the winter, everything will go down here, add a little necessary. And the main thing - to watch more, in my opinion, it even helps more for General impressions than writing sketches; delayed only the most important essence, so to speak, all impressions...

... Went today at kinesma, they all looked very beautiful town, with such typical local face. Especially good for the river, where two churches such a strange shape. Tomorrow I want to go there to write etyudik, if not cold - today is 21°, and it seemed to me not particularly cold day. You know how frustrating it is to see everything and not be able to work, and it is very much interesting, especially the last Bazaar I was amazed at the colors surprisingly heavy, and probably who I'll be staying; than to invent all sorts of "stories", it is only necessary to take from nature, which is infinitely diverse of all invented. We're going Saturday night, Saturday will be a market, and I want to see more...

You should be able to save something of his home and make this something big and the equivalent of a major that gives the West.

Of course, one must know the art world, not to discover America, not to be a province, but you should be able to save something of his home and to give something large and large equivalent to the fact that gives the West. Because the West, we appreciate all the national original (and of course talented), such as Malyavin...

... I sometimes wonder... with her... somewhere inside lying, in spite of everything, joy of life, just glad that I live, I see blue sky...

Don't know whether I have succeeded to do and Express in my things that I wanted - the love of life, joy and cheerfulness, the love of his "Russian" - it was always the only "story" of my paintings.

We Russians do not love their own, native. We all have some deeply offensive property to be ashamed of his "clothes" (in the broad sense of the word), we always try to throw it and get the "worn", but not necessarily someone else's jacket.

They say that Russian life is dead... That's nonsense! Life not to kill, because life is the man who...