Kozakov

Mikhail Mishin, when Misha Kozakov was 65 years old, I wrote: Mikhail Kozakov has a birthday. People's Artist. Marvelous trajectory. Wild character. As for what is the whole bomond in the know. I didn’t get into it, others did not take root, with the third ...

Mikhail Mishin

When Misha Kozakov was 65 years old, I wrote:

Mikhail Kozakov has a birthday.

People's Artist.

Marvelous trajectory.

Wild character. As for what is the whole bomond in the know.

I didn’t get into it, others did not take root, parted with the third, divorced the rest.

Then he explained to everyone why he could no longer here - and went there. Work.

I worked.

Then he explained to everyone why he no longer wanted there, - and returned here.

Work.

Because the main pathology is work.

Clinical workaholic.

While the other foremen convinced each other and the rest that everything is impossible in our filthy time, Misha Kozakov puts in this most flexible time, plays, starred, gives an interview, writes a book again, simultaneously continuously, non -stop and constantly reading poems.

Never! Never ask him to read something from Brodsky!

“Something”-he does not understand. It will make you listen to everything that Brodsky has ever written, and that he was going to write, and what he was not even going to-with options, drafts, notes, footnotes and a letter to him, Kozakov, personally.

Character.

And the people do not give a damn about the people.

No matter how many times show the “Pokrovsky Gate”, so many times the people abandon everything, sits down and look - from and to.

Classic because.

More recently, he played the shadow of the prince's father.

The prince himself also played - but before.

And I also translated the play, and he took it and immediately ...

And I am the second, and he - again ...

And so all the time.

Briefly speaking.

On the birthday of a people's artist, I ask for him exclusively health.

Everything else Mikhail Mikhailovich Kozakov, a folk workaholic with a bad character, will do it himself ...

I would not have changed a word today.

He was released ten more revolutions of the planet around the star - and his unique trajectory was not interrupted. He worked, worked, worked ...

And only now he took a pause.

Eternal.

Irreparable.

Stanislav Rassadin

It happened that which was annoyingly predicted, and yet it was deafened.

... when Kozakov first a residence of Israel, making, in his later words, a crazy act (although how to say: he played several roles in the unbearably difficult Hebrew, created his own entreprise, wrote a very good book, however, the best that returned home), my wife and my wife began to be frantically, which was frantically award Our culture lost his departure. What a hole was formed. Not to mention the hit “Pokrovsky gates”, whose extreme popularity Misha was not that I was annoying, but forced to jealously compare with his other works - the “Visit of the Lady” ... “Ordinary story” ... “The nameless star” ... “It happened in Vishi” according to Arthur Miller ... “Trustees” according to Ostrovsky ... “And the light in darkness is“ Masquerade ”and the role of“ Masquerade ”and the role of“ Masquerade ” Arbenina ... "Faust" ... etc. (After, upon return, there will be Shelok and Lear). Finally, the Schwartsevskaya “shadow”, which he then said goodbye to Moscow, which seemed unbearable for existence, forcing me to farewell to cry with his final phrase: “Announstate, go on the road!” That is - according to Schwartz - into exile.

Only then did the simplest thought overshadowed us: all this is not loss, but the awareness of what was and, therefore, is. What will remain with us.

Leaving, he did not leave us anywhere.

Even now, when everything seems to be over.

Later, probably, other words, more equivalent losses, will be found. Now I think with undeserved pride: Mikhail Kozakov, Misha was, which means it will not be just the creator of this and that, to a varying degree of a popular, but an integral part of Russian culture. We, to our shame, rapidly lost.

But he is not to blame for this.

Yuri Growth

Will his whole poetic world be left with Misha?

Will leave.

He was a great interpreter of poetry.

Words could be good or brilliant. He was flush with them.

As much as he remembered, he knew and knew how. And he was always ready. Before any audience, in any place, read and read.

He was a real artist and a wonderful, sometimes frank man to negligence.

The feeling of restlessness did not seem to leave him. He wandered over his lives, began them, threw them, without having to live, and began again ... The sum of these unfinished plots was still a powerful and dramatic novel of its existence.

His acting rang was great: from a comic grotesque to a high tragedy. And in all roles on the stage, on the screen and in life, he was unusually attractive and inconvenient. It was extremely interesting with him, maybe because he worked every minute - on stage, on the set, at rehearsals, in the circle of his wonderful friends, when meeting with random fellow travelers.

He lived as actor Mikhail Kozakov in a space created by director Mikhail Kozakov. And he willingly pulled us into this space.

He surprised and offered us his bright, smart, talented world: come in! Rejoice!

There would be enough “Pokrovsky Gate” to love Kozakov forever, but there was still a series of brilliant roles, starting with his first loud success in the “murder on Dante Street”, there were Pushkin, Brodsky, Samoilov ...

He was gambling and naive. He lived under God and heard Him. In any case, once he exactly fulfilled his will.

The artist Boris Zhutovsky and I came to Israel to make a book and, meeting friends, drank pretty. It is so pretty that we were difficult to, but still let them into the last bus going from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv, despite the huge palm branch, which I picked up on the Holy Land near the Orthodox Monastery of Vadi Celt.

At seven in the morning, remorse woke me up, and I decided to atone for the guilt by a gesture along the shore. My heart with a hangover was pounding furiously, sweat covered my eyes, I fled with my last strength and thought: "Lord, do something to stop it." And suddenly he heard a voice:

-Now I will tell you something, and you will fall!

- Speak!

- Ira Miroshnichenko became the Moscow Minister of Culture.

I fell. Opening my eyes, I saw the face of Misha Kozakov, who went to the sea for the morning walk.

- We take Zhutovsky and come to me: I want to read you a monologue of Trigorin in Hebrew.

Sitting on the floor, he read us the text of his role. Then the poems ... We drank coffee, endlessly spoke, were silent. (On this day a photograph was taken.) I knew that he would return to his native language, home. And he knew ...

Misha returned then. And he lived with us for many years, in which there was happiness ... And now he will not return.

What a trouble. The cultural layer of Russian life with each large loss turns into dust.

Victor Golyshev

Kozakov became famous at 22, after the film “Murders of Dande Street”. And this glory did not leave him until the very end. He was given different roles: bad, good, insignificant. And always the drawing was very sharp. He never did anything through his sleeves. I think that is why he lasted for so long - thanks to the energy and endless devotion to his work. This is a person who could not stop at work. If he did not play, then he put it, if he did not put it, then he wrote books, if he did not write books, read poetry, traveled all over the country and the world.

Nowadays, it is very customary to let go of anger and this becomes interesting. He was completely deprived of this, which can be seen from his memoirs. Colossal loyalty to colleagues. I did not hear him scolded someone from those with whom he worked. On the contrary, he knew how to admire others. I remember how the girl was in love with Luspecaev when they worked together in the film. He talked about him endlessly-both as a person, and about how he can explain everything correctly in some bird language. This gift of admiration and lack of envy was very captivated in Kozakov.

He met me because he played in the film “The whole royal army”, and I translated this novel. He liked the book, he called, and we met. Since then, have been familiar. Sometimes for several years did not see each other. And recently they often talked. He was apparently more lonely than before. Friends are moving away, all old ones, everyone has no time ... In the last year, he had a rather bad mood. When the actor becomes the old, he has fewer roles, there are more brooms. So I made a performance, the performance did not go, because there was no money for design. But it still could not be crushed, he never fell into pessimism. There have always been a new plan or a new idea.

Misha read a lot. Could talk about any book remarkably. And he wrote a lot. When you read his books, it seems that Scripture is easily given to him. Somehow everything is folding, there is no stray, there is no desire to expose smart. And the sense of humor, which he had excellent, extended himself to himself. For comedians, after all, it often happens that their humor refers only to others. And, of course, an amazing memory.

Poems could read endlessly. There was always a hobby, but in recent years it was both his love and earnings. He was very concerned with him, because it was necessary to earn money for teaching children. And I was even scared: all the time in the country I traveled with concerts, not feeling very well, seeing badly. In general, a person was an extraordinary fortress. And I suffered that it could not be invested anymore. Reading verses from the stage itself requires tremendous energy, and its consumption was very large. The body sometimes could not stand it, various troubles occurred. But the head was directed in a completely different direction, towards work.

It emanated greatly from him. He was a sincere man, although, of course, like every big artist - a colossal egoist. But selfishness was not Krokhoborsky, not selfish, but the selfishness of a person who was devoted to something. When a person is devoted to something, he returns a lot of things from himself. But the ability to carry his glory through his whole life and not to get to the end of it, he retained.

Oleg Khlebnikov

He was honest in front of himself and people to masochism. I could speak and write about myself that not a single enemy would have decided on. For whom, the word "repentance" was not empty!

He was never sick with star disease, although her viruses circled around him for several decades. But both as an actor and as a director, he seemed to shun the glory. He waved away from her. Meanwhile, the “Pokrovsky Gate” and “Nameless Star” are some kind of completely new movie intonation not only in Soviet, but also in world cinema. And its own intonation is a necessary sign of great talent.

I met Mikhail Mikhailovich (who immediately offered to call him Misha) in the Moscow house of David Samoilov. They were closely friends and during the stay of Samoilov in Pyarn constantly corresponded, exchanging jokes and epigrams to each other. In general, friendship with good writers, especially with poets, was something absolutely necessary for Kozakov. Because his constant interlocutor was Russian literature - but it is necessary that she sometimes respond not only to books!

I do not know another actor who would love so much, knew and felt poetry. In recent years, he most wanted to read his favorite poems. And how he read Brodsky, the same Sunilov! In these minutes, he himself became a poet. And his last film “The Charm of Evil” is also mainly about the poet - Marina Tsvetaeva.

... Kozakov came to my fiftieth anniversary at the Okudzhava House-Museum at the invitation, but completely unexpectedly read an excerpt from my Pavlenko Street, and at the table recalled funny stories from our (sometimes three) communication with Samoilov, which I forgot for some reason.

He turned out to be very warm and from the first word to a close person who immediately began to speak of the most significant, internal that he seriously worried at that moment. I saw in every worthy interlocutor, even if it was not so. And he was frank, in my opinion, with everyone. When one day I rather impudently asked Kozakov about his many wives: but still, what really was him, he squinted, grown up and, not offending anyone, nevertheless named one name. Of course, I will not announce it. The bright memory of his love!