One day on 25 February 1814 in the village Moryntsi, Kiev province, was born a little boy named Taras. At that time nobody knew that it will be for people. Because nobody knew that he would become a Creator! A Creator with a capital letter, because this man, who was called Taras Hryhorovych Shevchenko, truly Creates masterpieces of Ukrainian culture, history, life.
Taras early lost her mother, and soon father. He experienced a lot of grief and bullying.
Fourteen Taras began to work as the servant of the landowner Pavel Engelhardt.
Then Taras together with Engelhardt moved to St. Petersburg, then, the future poet and artist he studied with the painter Shiryaev. Soon the poet met Ivan Soshenko(countryman), Karl Briullov, Yevgeny size fits all... who bought it.
Next, Taras studied at the Academy of arts, where he learned the art of engraving, and also showed his outstanding ability as a graphic and Illustrator.
In 1840, Taras issued its Assembly, which has the name "Kobzar".
You can write a lot about the journey, Taras Ukraine, on its introduction in April 1846 to the Cyril and Methodius brotherhood, warm relations with the family of Fyodor Tolstoy, his first love named Oksana, and his painful death... But not worth it.
Taras Shevchenko lived a decent life and left a trail.
He painted very beautiful paintings. Such as "Katerina"(1842), "the Cathedral of St. Alexander in Kiev"(1846), "Dalson-mule-aul"(1851). But a lot of people know Shevchenko as a famous writer. So, the artist was able to write beautifully emotional poems and unforgettable poems. Taras was a talented man. He created the poem "Sadok Vyshnevyi Kolo hut", which is soothing, gives a feeling of peace, life, warm mood.
In my opinion, a real poet should be able to write a work so that the reader could plunge into the ancient world in the atmosphere. Taras Shevchenko was able to write all his works.
Each time reading one or another of the poetry of Taras, I feel like I'm immersed in a world unknown to me, which left the work of the poet himself. For example, I feel with a small house, a table, when the street is already evening, reading the poem "Sadok Vyshnevyi Kolo haty". So I immerse myself in worlds of that time reading...