Alexandra Pavlovaalexandrapavlova.ruIn 2007, Alexandra Pavlova graduated from the Moscow State Academic Art College (named after the events of 1905) with a degree in theatrical design. While still a student there, she began participating in exhibitions, and to date, she has taken part in more than thirty, both Russian and international (in Berlin and Seoul). After MGAHU, she entered VGIK (the Gerasimov Institute of Cinematography), joining Sergey Alimov's workshop (by the way, our collection has his illustrations for The Master and Margarita) to specialize in animated film art.
Presented here are sketches for the animated film The Heart of a Dog—Alexandra's 2012 course project (paper, mixed media).
Janitors are the vilest scum of all proletarians. Human refuse is the lowest category. Cooks are a mixed bag. Take the late Vlas from Prechistenka, for example. How many lives he saved.
Another typist gets four and a half chervonets in the ninth grade. Well, it's true, her lover will give her delicate silk stockings. There she is, there she is! Running into the gateway in her lover's stockings.
The man who entered bowed to Philip Philipovich very respectfully and awkwardly.
"Take off your pants, my dear," Philip Philipovich commanded and stood up.
"If, instead of performing operations, I start singing in a choir in my apartment every evening, I will have ruin."
The priest was all in white, and over the white, like an epitrachelion, he wore a narrow rubber apron. His hands were in black gloves. At this moment, he raised his hands as if giving a blessing for a difficult feat to the ill-fated dog Sharik.
Dr. Bormental's Diary.
"Zina," Philip Philipovich cried out anxiously, "take away the vodka, my dear. It's not needed anymore. What are you reading?"
"This one... what's it called... the correspondence of Engels with that one... what's his name—the devil—with Kautsky."
"Every day at the circus," Philip Philipovich remarked placidly, "is quite boring, in my opinion. I'd go to the theater at least once if I were you."
Darya Petrovna, colossal and naked, shook Sharikov like a sack of potatoes and uttered these words:
"Look, Professor, at our visitor Telegraph Telegraphovich. I was married, but Zina is an innocent girl. It's a good thing I woke up."
Klim Grigorievich Chugunkin, 25 years old, single. Short, poorly built. Profession: playing the balalaika in taverns.
"I, Philip Philipovich, have taken up a position."
"Yesterday, we strangled and strangled cats..."
"I'm registering our marriage with her; she's our typist. She'll live with me. Bormental will have to be moved out of the waiting room. He has his own apartment," Sharikov explained with extreme displeasure and a scowl.
The head of the Sub-department of Sanitation lay sprawled out and wheezing, and on his chest was the surgeon Bormental, strangling him with a small white pillow.
