Van Gogh and da Vinci, story Automatic translate

In one snowy reality, where times and eras are stitched into a unique canvas, the incredible happened: Van Gogh and Leonardo da Vinci met in a small cozy tavern at the crossroads of times. Outside of time, outside of everyday reality, where anything the human imagination desires is possible.

The tavern was decorated with colorful tapestries and lit by the warm light of candles that seemed eternal, not melting. The snowstorm outside the windows created a feeling of isolation from everything in the world, but inside there was warmth and comfort - just the kind of place where you can endlessly talk about art.

Van Gogh, in his familiar coat, reddish hair slightly tousled as if touched by the wind, sat at a wooden table painted with his own brush, immersed in work on a new version of “Starry Night”. His energy and passion for paint burst out like well-aimed strokes on a canvas.

Leonardo, the embodiment of calm and regularity, approached this table, taking with him a cup of aromatic Italian espresso. His eyes were full of curiosity, and his mind was full of eternal desire for knowledge.

“You bring so much feeling into your painting, as if every color is a cry from the soul,” Leonardo began, beginning to observe Van Gogh’s feverish work.

“Feelings are what makes us alive,” Van Gogh answered, without looking up from his work. – “My paintings are me. My fears, my dreams, my passions.”

Leonardo, for his part, gently objected: “Art must strive for the perfection of form and the ideal of beauty. It should be thoughtful, meaningful, like the mathematics of nature, almost scientific.”

Van Gogh shook his head, his voice trembling with passion: “Art should not be cold and calculating! It should sound like wind chimes, wild like a thunderstorm, unpredictable and sudden - like a flash of light in a dark sky.”

Leonardo smiled, his laugh was soft and deep, like an echo in some ancient workshop: “You talk to your paintings like animals in the forest. But mastery is, above all, discipline and control.”

"Discipline? Control?" – The look of the Dutch artist expressed a mixture of anxiety and delight. – “How can you control something that you don’t yet fully understand? My feelings and instincts are my teachers, they show me the way.”

“But don’t you see that behind the rules and proportions there is true harmony? Every line, every contour must be worked out to the smallest detail, because beauty is always precise,” Leonardo insisted.

“And I see beauty in chaos,” Van Gogh retorted, his eyes lighting up more and more. - “No, not in chaos… In harmony of feelings. My paintings may seem chaotic, but they are precise in their disorder, alive in their truthfulness.”

Both artists looked at each other, and at that moment the pause between them was filled with mutual respect. There seemed to be living electricity in the air - a spark that could ignite a flame in the heart of anyone who witnessed their dialogue.

“Maybe our art is just different paths to the same goal,” Leonardo remarked peacefully. “We strive to understand the world and express its essence, each in our own way.”

Van Gogh nodded thoughtfully, bending over his work. “Yes, perhaps you are right. Our art is a dialogue, not the end of a conversation.”

And although the time and space between them were inexplicably uprooted from the foundations of reality, the sincerity of their conversation showed that the name of Leonardo and the name of Van Gogh are not just echoes of the past; these are living souls devoted to art.