On the centenary anniversary of the death of the writer and mystic Nikolai Gogol, the city authorities of Leningrad decided to erect a monument to the greatest classic. They determined its location and even laid a stone on Manezhnaya Square. This was in 1952, but many years passed, and only in 1997 a sculpture dedicated to the famous writer appeared on one of the streets of the northern capital.
Address:
St. Petersburg, st. Malaya Konyushennaya
True, the monument is not displayed on Manezhnaya Square at all, but on a passage street covered with centuries-old paving stones, not far from the center.
The opening of the monument on Malaya Konyushennaya became possible only thanks to the active work of the Nevsky Prospekt Club society and other various organizations of the city, as evidenced by a whole list engraved on the other side of the pedestal. The idea of the project belongs to Mikhail Belov, a student of the famous St. Petersburg sculptor M.K.
Anikushina. The implementation was carried out by the no less eminent artist-architect Vladimir Vasilkovsky. The work on the sculpture was very long and difficult. In his project, the sculptor tried to convey all the mystery and mystery that accompanied the writer and his works during his life and after it. The height of the bronze figure is 3.40 meters, the statue itself is installed on a high granite pedestal.
The entire monument rises above the ground at a level of about five meters. The polishing of the monument and the inscriptions on its surface were done in the old workshop of comrade A.V. Rykova. A simple and laconic dedication is carved on the front side: “To Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol.”
With this modest inscription, all generations of St. Petersburg residents expressed their love, respect and gratitude to the writer for the works that were written in their hometown. Indeed, St. Petersburg occupied a special place in Gogol’s work and life. And this can be clearly seen in his St. Petersburg cycle, which includes such famous works as “The Nose”, “The Overcoat”, “Notes of a Madman” and other stories that raise the problem of a small, inconspicuous city dweller. And today Nikolai Vasilyevich stands on a high pedestal surrounded by ancient lanterns. Crossing his arms slightly casually over his chest, he looks thoughtfully at the city, as if pondering his new, necessarily immortal masterpiece.
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