The charm of summer: Young beauties with floral wreaths on the canvases of famous painters
In the warm summer months, fields, hills and forests are fragrant, decorated with floral mosaics, and girls weave wreaths of wild flowers. Since ancient times, young lovers have multiplied their beauty with flowers, because they seem to be made for each other. And what can decorate a young girl better than a wreath made of many wildflowers? Girls admired the flowers and wove wreaths from them, and admired artists painted their portraits. And these portraits are sheer charm.
Young beauties in lovely wreaths
A wreath of wildflowers is one of the simplest, most affordable, and at the same time exquisite jewelry for the head. And in painting, flower wreaths are a very beautiful and touching theme that takes us to distant childhood. Portraits of young creatures in flower wreaths are unusually romantic. Many of these works can be found in Russian artists.
But weaving wreaths not only for decoration or fun. For a long time they were used as amulets from evil spirits, evil eye, they were obligatory attributes of pagan rites among the Slavic peoples. In the evening, unmarried girls threw woven wreaths into the river at Trinity and Ivan Kupala, saying: “Swim my wreath on the bank that catches my wreath – that will be the bridegroom.”
Often the wreath had a special purpose. Each interwoven flower in it carried a certain meaning, and the Slavs perfectly understood this language of flowers.
“Girl’s Wreath” (daisies and cornflowers)
“Wreath of Hope” (cornflowers and field poppy)
“Wreath of love” (daisies, flowers of apple and cherry, hops)
“Wreath of Devotion” (cornflowers and lovage)
“Wreath of Separation” (primrose and heather)
Artist Marina Fedorova. In the meadow
The most famous flower in Russia, considered a symbol of love. No wonder everyone is guessing at him – “loves, doesn’t love.” Chamomile also personifies youth, kindness, tenderness.
Girl weaving a wreath. William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1874
A wreath of daisies. Far childhood
when you don’t know much worries,
and there is that special place in the yard,
in which you often dream in the evening.
About how you will become beautiful and smart,
and at night one day a knight will appear,
and the heart will beat with mad love
and it seems everything can’t hide from her.
But this is not so, but a wreath of daisies
just a distant childhood and summer,
when you get older in a month
and you meet summer with the dawn of June, ..
With a yellow heart, flowers are deceiving
They promise love …
How many times already fooled
Am I the answers of the petals?
But I weave hope in flowers
I decorate myself with a wreath
As if I wanted to become the same
And run barefoot to you
Through a field of windy daisies,
Cutting off the rays from the flower
Freezing from the heart of awe
At the last petal …
Again the answers are baffled by me
But this wreath is to my face
And daisies a yellow heart
I drop pollen in my palm.
P.I. Rubinsky Pashka in daisies ……. V.I. Kuznetsov. Daisies 2009 year
Weaving a daisy into a daisy
And between a piece of the soul,
Love wreath and Masha,
Hugging the crown in silence.
Herbs will spill
Delivers a cloudless day
The sun is reflected in the eyes …
From these dreams a migraine.
I live in a high-rise in the capital
Eight weeks before vacation
And a lump of chagrin in the throat
And the bed smelled of smoke …