Dmitry
Ivanovich Archangel

In 1913 he passed the exam at the Academy of arts in St. Petersburg. the title of teacher of drawing. Member of the CX (1933). From 1935 he regularly takes part in scientific expeditions of the USSR in the Volga region (Bulgars). Illustrates own literary works, including "Chuvash patterns" (1925).

Major works: linocuts, lithographs, etchings, watercolors "homeland of V. I. Lenin" (1938), "Monument to Lenin" (1956), "the House-Museum of VI Lenin in Ulyanovsk" (1959), "Simbirsk" (1919-59).

- "He taught Love. No, not taught. He loved, and next to it it can't be helped. Showing the sketches, he caressed the trees, as telling "lies" or water filled up the sky. Happy, collected in folders, a sketchbook, watercolors - all NewMake his disciples who swarmed around him like a carouse, joyful love it."

In the thirties he was a teacher at the school. Shatsky for child offenders. Thieves and street kids in holey shoes, tattered hats, they drove for "dedey" in the spring puddles and gullies, leading bruised fingers on scraps of old Wallpaper - sketched. Romantic slogan colony "education labor and art" made them Men and Heroes: more than ten of them became heroes of the Soviet Union and died in that damn war. Until his death, he called them by name and cried. At the end of the same thirties was walking down the street of his native Simbirsk with a friend, saw on the opposite side of the familiar. And he waved his hand. The next day his companion was jailed for Nazi salute in the street. And he fled from his native city in a mess of suburban towns, took refuge and lived quietly in love with his students-boys pereterplyu poverty brought their sausage, ochre and ultramarinesm. And a "good paper" for watercolor. The family forgave him obsession.

At times he was able to get in an archaeological expedition, where he visited the mountains of sketches and stories, sketches, adventures, udivitelnoe local history, embroidery, beads, aprons, stone buttons, scrapers of the Neolithic, the bronze horses, a thousand year wood -- Now, remembering him more and more, I realize that it was the Main Teacher in my craft and life - love the color, line, space, trees, sky - all where eyes and that I wanted to leave. Gently lay it down on paper or canvas. Know and remember that Art is and to see and to know. And these are two differences, two skills, two of happiness. And we should praise. And we should give. And love. Love is contagious. That after you, they already could not love. Great Human Teacher. He lived ninety-five years, my "Dedya"." ("My dear Boris". B. Zhutovsky)