Author of quotes: Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin

Art in order to give a person aesthetic pleasure and in some way is a school for the development of human morality. It is in vain to argue that art is higher or even on a par with reality. The beauties of life (reality) are numerous, varied, nature is inexhaustible in the material of the development of the soul. The question is, why an artist? The numerous beauties of nature are not available to everyone, they are sometimes found in such nooks of life that you need a mirror to find and reflect these beauties. It is difficult for a person with a material outlook on life to comprehend himself, although it is even difficult to understand a particle, to distinguish the beautiful from the ugly, dirty and so on. An artist, on the other hand, is a person who possesses such a soul, who is able not only to perceive the ideal from life, but also to reflect it with a clear, understandable hint for everyone. These hints are particles from nature, selected and flattened into the idea that the creator asked. It is clear, understandable, capable of leaving the very impression that the poet felt from the life that gave him this idea.

The body, like face, in his expression is smart, silly, sassy and sensitive. Sometimes it is funny like the face of a comedian, and as sad as a weeping willow. Pathological signs of it for at least the convex than on the face. Not to mention the visual vices of gluttony, lust, unrestrained romance, even more than latent defects as cowardice, parasitism, deceit, are manifested on the human body with the same accuracy as in the face; as if these vices neither was darkened conditions of life and work of their owner, they documented his body.

Game to good arguments. It is impossible to play some games with people who are too near and dear. In the game you must follow the beat of the tomfoolery and jokes that it is not always possible with loved ones.

It's time to stop speculating on the past and create the present.

In the process of fracture everything becomes confusing and unclear. People become strangers, klopotoski about nothing, and boredom noose squeezes desires. Never hooked off the romance of the landscape, and man becomes cloudy even in its best sense and sincerity conditions. It seems that all this complicated, busy life, with the culture of the cities, with cages of relationships, is people nothing to do, the game of "if", but devoid of the true game value: the lightness, of fantasy, and most importantly, everlasting, as in children, the knowledge that this is the game that the misery and suffering it will cause, but if her system is screwed tight, the game are changing... Dirty games are played in adults - they are built on the subordination of the lusts of the lusts of others, and it seriously and forever; moreover, at stake is life itself, of course, the other right at her.

The dangers are different: from people and from attacking human forces of nature. There are risk covering people EN masse, and personal danger. Experienced the danger invigorates and tempers of man and teaches courage, one to caution the other. There is a danger that we are asking, they have people gamble are a kind of excitatory romance, raising their life-impulses. There is a danger of unexpected, found the man by surprise. Any risk is the eve of our death, and she gives the exam to all of our organic experience.

In moments of udruzenja everything becomes depressing. Roman Campagna did not please me at that moment her fall on twilight. As the bones dug graves, were white and grizzled ruins of monuments. Too much seemed to babble nonsense people in its history, by the way, and inappropriately bringing in all the heated fervor. And when navatanee was beautiful and as we walked by, leaving a tiny aesthetic pleasantness. Boring, crappy niece of despair crushed my soul...

I thought that maybe every school, whatever it was, is my furnace for smelting, and it is fueled by my own fire: leaders only fanned the fire or extinguish it.

Pity is generally not active. There is something else that moves in such cases, maybe it's emotion...