The novel "The Golden Calf" and illustrations by the Kukryniksy. "twelve chairs" with illustrations by kukryniksy Illustrations for 12 chairs first editions

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Synopsis for "The Twelve Chairs"

The famous feuilleton novel by I. Ilf and E. Petrov " The twelve Chairs"was first published in 1928, and today it is called among the cult works of Russian literature of the twentieth century. The story of two swindlers who set off in search of Madame Petukhova's diamonds is a constant success with readers. The novel, which has withstood hundreds of reprints, is rarely published accompanied by magnificent illustrations The outstanding caricaturists Mikhail Kupriyanov, Porfiry Krylov and Nikolai Sokolov, classics of book illustration, managed not only to convey the atmosphere of the 1920s, their creative manner turned out to be incredibly consonant with the sparkling satire of Ilf and Petrov.

Pages: 344 (Offset) Weight: 1126 g

Dimensions: 263x205x27 mm

Synopsis for "The Golden Calf"

The wild success that fell upon Ilya Ilf and Yevgeny Petrov after the release of The Twelve Chairs (1928) prompted the co-authors to "resurrect" their hero, the resilient and charming swindler Ostap Bender, and set about creating a novel " Golden calf(1931). The dilogy, included in the golden fund of Russian literature of the twentieth century and withstood hundreds of reprints, is extremely rarely published accompanied by magnificent illustrations created by the Kukryniksy. This publication gives readers the opportunity to get acquainted with this work by Mikhail Kupriyanov, Porfiry Krylov and Nikolai Sokolov, more known by the sonorous collective pseudonym Kukryniksy.Outstanding cartoonists, classics of book illustrations managed not only to convey the atmosphere of the 1920s: their creative manner turned out to be incredibly consonant with the sparkling satire of Ilf and Petrov.
Pages: 360 (Offset) Weight: 1152 g

Dimensions: 266x207x29 mm

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Here are the main characters. Ostap Ibrahimovic:

Please note that the illustrations were drawn after the release of the wonderful film adaptation of the novel, but two years before Gaidai's "12 Chairs". Nevertheless, Bender at the Kukryniksy is the spitting image of Archil Gomiashvili!
The rest of the characters are quite similar in appearance to their equivalents from the film adaptation of Schweitzer, although not all. Here is Shura Balaganov:

Panikovsky:

Adam Kozlevich, stunned by priests:

Alexander Ivanovich Koreiko, underground millionaire:

Zitschairman Fuchs:

Zosya's appearance speaks most of all for the fact that the artists watched the same film that was released a year earlier:

But be that as it may, the works of the Kukryniksy have their own character and absolutely amazing detail with seemingly minimal means. Here, for example, is a scene from the chapter about the "great blind man" Panikovsky. She lives her multifaceted life, completely ignoring some reader who randomly "came to look." And in the very background, the attentive of you can easily recognize the outlines of the Odessa Opera House, which also indicates that the Kukryniksy, as well as the director Schweitzer, were fully aware of what was actually hidden behind the name of the city of Chernomorsk:

I'm not talking about the crazy Kukryniks dynamics and interesting compositions. It is a pleasure to look at them:

In general, who already wanted to see more - you

THE TWELVE CHAIRS

I have been waiting for this book to appear in my library for a long time - since Soviet times! And now, finally, I have a book and has taken a place that has been empty until today, because since then there has not been a publication worthy of taking this place - ersatz does not count. In the peer-reviewed publication, I see only positive aspects, so I cannot be fully objective in this case. As you know, there are some "connoisseurs" who are looking for flaws everywhere and, of course, find them. And I love almost everything about this book.
The book is in a bright dust jacket, the cover itself is black, in the middle of the cover there is a stylish drawing. The upper part of the trim is orange in the tone of the dust jacket, the endpapers are blue with a small light pattern. There is a ribbon lace. The format is quite large, larger and wider than the recently released "MiM" in the same series, which, by the way, is also not bad, but still there is a fly in the ointment - on the spreads you can see a white strip that cuts large solid illustrations in half. Here, fortunately, this is not the case, as, however, there are no illustrations for a spread. The illustrations here are contour, black and white, unusually characteristic and well-aimed, fully revealing the character of the characters. There are not too many of them, but they are beautiful, each is a separate masterpiece! It happens that illustrations, executed from a technical point of view, are excellent, turn out to be somewhat ... um ... faceless. With equal success, they can be used in almost any work of the corresponding subject. Here is a completely different case, the drawings are so clearly thought out that the characters can no longer be imagined otherwise.
The book itself turned out to be monumental - a heavy, weighty volume, despite the medium-density offset. The paper is white, the printing is clear, the font is easy to read. Illustrations within the text and full-page. Each part opens with a colored page.
In general, the edition is very stylish and is, in my opinion, an ideal value for money.

The unsurpassed novels "12 Chairs" and "The Golden Calf" are considered to be the reference for satirical prose. They dispersed into quotations and aphorisms, the names of their heroes became common nouns, and the heroes themselves, recognizable always and everywhere, reserved their places on the pedestals of current and future monuments for many years to come. The brilliant illustrations of the Kukryniksy help to reproduce the color of the time in which the characters lived and the authors of The Golden Calf created.

"At the white tower gates of the provincial Kremlin, two stern old women spoke French, complained about the Soviet regime and remembered their beloved daughters."

“A citizen in a cap with a white top, which is mostly worn by administrators of summer gardens and entertainers, undoubtedly belonged to a larger and better part of humanity. He moved along the streets of the city of Arbatov on foot, looking around with condescending curiosity. In his hand he held a small obstetric bag The city, apparently, did nothing to impress the pedestrian in the artistic cap."

"Hi, chairman," the newcomer barked, holding out his spade-shaped palm. "Let's get to know each other. Lieutenant Schmidt's son."

“Balaganov,” the red-haired man introduced himself, “Shura Balaganov.
“I don’t ask about the profession,” Bender said politely, “but I can guess. Probably something intellectual? Are there many convictions this year?
"Two," Balaganov answered freely.

“This is Panikovsky,” said Shura. “The son of Lieutenant Schmidt.
Along the alley, in the shade of the august lindens, leaning a little to one side, an elderly citizen was moving. A hard straw hat with ribbed edges sat sideways on his head. The trousers were so short that they exposed the white drawstrings of the underpants. Under the citizen's mustache, like the flame of a cigarette, a golden tooth burned.

"The employees dragged the third stupid child of Lieutenant Schmidt onto the porch and began to slowly rock it. Panikovsky was silent, dutifully looking into the blue sky."

"Then, one after the other, three stores of wind instruments, mandolins and bass balalaikas were located in a row. Copper pipes, sparkling perversely, reclined on the display steps covered with red calico. The bass helicon was especially good."

“According to Balaganov’s project, the entire Union of Republics should have been divided into thirty-four operational sites, according to the number of those who gathered.
No one objected to the new principles of work, except for Panikovsky, who already then declared that he would live without a convention.

"On the very first evening, illuminated by dim kerosene lanterns, four men approached Adam Kazimirovich, who had stood fruitlessly all day on Spaso-Kooperativnaya Square. They peered into the car for a long time and silently."

"At these words, the officials exchanged humorous glances and locked the windows. Riding in a car with their own money seemed to them simply stupid."

"- In that case, everything is in order. I already told you that I have no shortage of ideas and thoughts. Exactly after sixty kilometers, a large iron barrel with aviation gasoline will be waiting for you right on the road. Do you like aviation gasoline?
“I like it,” Kozlevich replied shyly. Life suddenly seemed easy and fun to him. He wanted to go to Chernomorsk immediately."

"The car doused Panikovsky with clubs of raspberry dust..
-- Take me! - Panikovsky yelled with the last of his strength, keeping close to the car. - I'm good."

"Having found himself on the station square, a man in sandals put the suitcase on the pavement, carefully looked around from all sides and even touched its white briefcase lock with his hand. It was an ordinary suitcase, concocted from wood and pasted over with artificial fiber."

“There were two oak barrels with pressure gauges and water-measuring glasses, one on the floor, the other on the mezzanine. The barrels were connected by a thin klister tube, through which, with a businesslike murmur, the liquid ran. When all the liquid passed from the upper vessel to the lower, a boy in felt boots appeared in the production room.

“After half an hour, the car turned onto the large Novozaitsevsky tract and, without slowing down, drove into the village. At the log house, on the roof of which a knotty and crooked radio mast grew, people gathered. A man without a beard resolutely moved out of the crowd. "

“A closed gray Cadillac, tilting slightly, stood at the edge of the road. Central Russian nature, reflected in its thick polished windows, looked cleaner and more beautiful than it really was. The kneeling driver was removing the tire from the front wheel. Three figures languished over him, waiting in sand travel coats."

“The Antelope approached the Gryazhskoye Highway under the ever-increasing rumble of cars so far invisible. They had barely managed to turn off the accursed highway and, in the ensuing darkness, move the car behind a hillock, when explosions and the firing of engines were heard, and the lead car appeared in the pillars of light. The crooks hid in the grass near the road and, suddenly losing their usual impudence, silently looked at the passing column.

Grabbing easels and shoving each other, the artists ran on. At that moment, a cab came round the corner. In it sat a fat man, whose sweaty belly could be seen under the folds of a blue sweatshirt.

"He, without breathing, looked at the artist, who, like a sower on a three-ruble piece of paper, grabbed handfuls of oats from a basket and threw it across the canvas. Mukhin frowned. Sparrows interfered with him. They boldly flew up to the picture and pecked out individual details from it. "

“And the girl heard these conversations not for the first time, and she knew the cats by name, and the tinsmith, as it seemed to her, had been repairing this same bucket for many years in a row. Zosya Sinitskaya returned to the room.
- Ideology has stuck, - she heard her grandfather muttering, - but what kind of ideology can there be in a puzzle case? Rebus business..."

"Panikovsky," said Ostap, "were you instructed to meet our client today and ask him for a million a second time, accompanying this request with idiotic laughter?"

"Hercules"

"Panikovsky hugged his companion by the waist. His hand slid along Koreiko's left side and lingered for a fraction of a second over the canvas pocket of the millionaire clerk."

“Panikovsky crept up on all fours to the place of the battle and from behind put both hands into the pockets of the Hercules. Koreiko kicked him with his foot, but it was too late. The iron box from the Kavkaz cigarettes migrated from the left pocket into Panikovsky’s hands. membership books.

"Exactly at sixteen forty minutes Vasisualy Lokhankin went on a hunger strike.
He was lying on an oilcloth sofa, turned away from the whole world, facing the convex sofa back. He lay in suspenders and green socks, which in Chernomorsk are also called socks.

“Varvara moved her eyes and saw Vasisualy. He was standing at the open door of the cupboard, with his back to the bed, and munching loudly. From impatience and greed, he leaned over, stamped his foot in a green sock and made whistling and squelching sounds with his nose. took off the lid from the pan and, plunging his fingers into the cold borscht, took out a piece of meat from there. If Papa Var had caught her husband doing this even in the best times of their married life, then Vasisualy would have had a bad time."

"And everyone really saw an unfamiliar man standing in the doorway in white gentleman's trousers. Vasisuali Andreevich jumped up briskly, straightened his toilet and with an unnecessary smile turned his face to Bender who entered."

“A velvet tablecloth with braids slid off the table. Even the painting“ The Appearance of Christ to the People ”squinted to one side, losing in this form most of the instructiveness that the artist put into it. A fresh steamboat wind blew from the balcony, moving banknotes scattered across the bed. Between an iron box of cigarettes "Caucasus" was lying about them. On the carpet, grappling and throwing out their legs, silently rolled Panikovsky and Balaganov.

“The room was furnished with exemplary poverty, adopted in pre-revolutionary times in orphanages and similar organizations under the auspices of Empress Maria Feodorovna. There were three items here: an iron infirmary bed, a kitchen table with doors equipped with a wooden latch, which country toilets are usually locked , and a shabby Viennese chair. In the corner lay dumbbells and among them two large weights, the joy of a weightlifter."

“Almost all of them were in white pique waistcoats and straw boater hats. Some even wore hats made of darkened Panama straw. the famous cafe "Florida" used to be located, the fragments of the pre-war commercial Chernomorsk were collected: brokers left without their offices, commission agents who withered due to the lack of commissions, grain agents, accountants who had lost their minds and other riff-raff.

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