Word: ilya
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Under the doctrinaire rules of Soviet social realism, a painter with a hankering for nudes had to hie himself to the nearest gym, coyly disguise his subject as a bather or a physical-culture enthusiast. Last week a young Soviet art student named Ilya Glazunov finally dared break the rule, showed a nude girl (modeled by his wife) lolling in bed while her lover gazes out of the window over the city of Leningrad. The result sent the whole Soviet art world into a tizzy and crowds swarming to the Moscow gallery to see his work. At the gallery Glazunov...
After the slobbering eulogies around Stalin's bier, there was a great silence in the Union of Soviet Writers. Then, almost two years later, under the weight of Ilya Ehrenburg's The Thaw, the ice broke. But no Writers' Union congress could revive the dead, nor could so many veteran sycophants make sense of their new function. Sensing change, Fadeyev handed down a new line, appealed for less "socialist realism." At the sensational 20th Party Congress last February, Novelist Mikhail Sholokhov (whose way of protesting the Stalinist regime had been to produce almost no creative work since...
...Lawrence of Arabia, Richard Aldington's deflation of the legendary T.E. Lawrence, raised a storm in Britain. Regnery latched onto the book for publication in the U.S. Russell Kirk (The Conservative Mind, Academic Freedom) is one of his proudest discoveries. One of the stranger Regnery books was Soviet Novelist Ilya Ehrenburg's The Thaw (TIME, Oct. 10), which anti-Communist Regnery published as an example of the workings of the Soviet mind...
With notebooks at the ready, seven top Russian journalists landed in Manhattan last week. They were the first Russian writers to tour the U.S. since Novelist Ilya Ehrenburg, Izvestia correspondent, rambled through with two colleagues from Pravda and Red Star...
...hard not to be a bore about boredom. In Russia, it may be downright dangerous. This can be deduced from the sad experience of Ilya Ehrenburg, who normally leads a full, rich, happy life in the Soviet Union, with a luxurious apartment in Moscow, a dacha in the country, a villa in the south, a talented wife, and a rag-taggle of pedigreed dogs. But in his latest novel, published in Russia last year, Ehrenburg let on that life is a bit of a bore and wondered whether it is worth living at all. Whereupon his fellow workers in literature...