apartment architect Tatiana Boronina in Moscow Tatiana Boronina

Passing the gallery

A photo: Mikhail Stepanov

Material prepared: Dmitry Kopylov

Project author: Татьяна Боронина

Magazine: N10 (55) 2001

As you know, "there is no happiness in the world, but there is peace and will ..." It is difficult to argue with that. Perhaps the only indisputable argument capable of disproving this philosophical truth is that “part of being” that constitutes the unshakable layer of our life is a good family home. Where living peacefully and securely. Where you feel in the full sense of the word - "at home" Tatiana Boronina lives in a wonderful house that can be safely called an architectural monument. Her apartment, impeccably stylish, saturated with a mass of amazing things, remarkably disposes to a light, burdensome conversation with a glass of good wine. For example, about the magnificent collection of Dagestan silver, which is a matter of legal pride for the hostess, or an unusual picture hanging in the bedroom. Just about life ... - For three years - that is how much I live in this apartment - you can get used to everything that once caused joy and admiration. I remember with what enthusiasm and enthusiasm every little thing was acquired, and how many behind this little thing one had to run! Frankly, the process of searching for something "arch-original" and unusual was more interesting than the subsequent acquisition of a particular subject. All this was reminiscent of exciting spy stories and detectives. In my bedroom there is a picture of Nikolai Mukhin, a real academic of painting: for example, he painted, among others, the Cathedral of Christ the Savior. It is called "solemn solitude". Written in a calm, sad manner, unique to the Russian icon painting school, it was intended for the Tretyakov Gallery. I will not tell you how I managed (by a miracle, apparently!) To “intercept” this masterpiece. I turn to this picture, when I feel sad and when I feel good, every time I find support in it, it helps me cope with the most difficult situation. A sliding glass door connecting the two rooms with bay windows, some of my friends call "Japanese". I don’t mind, although my thoughts didn’t use Oriental motifs in my own interior: I’m completely indifferent to them. Many in the kitchen have also been considered “Japanese” in the kitchen cabinet - and I just adore glass. In addition, the sliding door is a beautiful and functional thing. One day, a close friend of mine, seeing a new chandelier, which I was so proud of, seriously asked how many shower hoses I wasted on her? And I was so proud that I was one of the first in Moscow to purchase this item! Now I look at the chandelier completely indifferent, which cannot be said about my collection of silver jewelry. I love silver very much. I like the products of Dagestan masters a lot - I think that there are no equal ones in the world. The center of my little universe, I think, is our dinner table. I can not say why, but in the setting of an apartment, which has long become familiar and banal, the dinner table suddenly turned into an island of resolving conflicts, disputes, a small area of ​​peace and understanding. Tatiana Boronina is right: you get used to everything quickly, especially to the good. But when there is a picture in the house, which you can admire for hours, share your troubles and joys with it, when there is a table at which close people gather, there are dear and beloved things, where guests are always prepared, it is not possible to get used to it.