In connection with Orsay Museum quote of the famous writer Emile Zola, who said: " Our artists have to look for poetry in train stations as their parents found her in the woods and rivers " . Artists listen live at a time classics. Some of them actually went to the stations taking with him an easel. But not only artists found poetry at the station and the station has found poetry in itself - has turned into a museum. Former Orsay station prnimaet now trains from other cities, and art lovers from all over the world.

share this wonderful station. He has served its function of this initial little less than four decades. It was built to the World Fair in Paris in 1900. But in 1939 he stopped his work. Such a large building stood abandoned until, in the first half of the seventies of last century, President Pompidou has not declared it a national monument and decided to turn it into a museum. He embodied its decision in life.

Imagine a treasure chest that has suddenly appeared in front of your eyes. Do you see the diamonds, sapphires, pearls, gold, silver, platinum, and all other values. Eyes you get. But you have a clear goal: you want to see is some jewels. That's how I felt at the Museum d'Orsay. He maintains the highest in the world collection of Impressionists. Manet, Pissarro, Degas, Monet, Renoir, Sisley and others. Among these masterpieces can be lost. But I was interested primarily a single artist. Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. I prefer him not because he was fond of them the most. Although he is worth it. Of course, I remember a long time moving film, it seems French, about the unhappy genius who had an entirely normal human body, but his legs were so small in size, like a child. Among his works are very much dedicated to the Parisian cabaret Moulin Rouge. And this fact has attracted me to this artist. After a few hours in the evening we were supposed to go to the famous dance institution with more than a hundred years of history.

in the museum, I found two paintings by Lautrec, which focused on "Moulin Rouge". Interestingly, the dancers themselves I remembered less than the seemingly unattractive hero. In both paintings as a spectator author has depicted a man with a beard. He was like a bourgeois himself skorobogatka - grip, fidgety, with a good scent myzhi who earn some money and now enjoys life, including watching the feminine charms while dancing in a cabaret. I have carefully considered the man and thought to myself: What if I meet him tonight? What did not happen?