Schnderovich corner: Part 4

I went to the theaters on a student ticket, but, of course, did not go to the gallery, but, having waited for darkness, I made my way to the stalls, where there were always free places from the unsuccessful “armor”.

Thus, I ended up in the stall of the Moss Council Theater, where the Armenian theater played the Shakespearean Coriolan - in Armenian, with Russian translation. I crawled along a dark passage, felt for a free chair in advance, sat down and began to fumble with my hands in search of headphones.

“Hold it,” said the voice nearby with an accent.

- And you? I whispered.

“I don’t need to,” the voice answered.

And I put on the headphones.

Khoren Abrahamyan was a wonderful Coriolan - huge, passionate ...

The light was lit in the intermission, and suddenly the entire ground, mostly, of course, consisting of Moscow Armenians, turned in my direction and began to bow, smile, raise his hands and send greetings.

For five seconds I tried to remember what could have earned such love of the Moscow Armenian community before I guessed that all these signs of attention were addressed not to me, but to the man next to me - to the very one who gave me the headphones.

I turned around. It was Marshal Baghramyan.

It happened to me a year of this year at seventy -seventh. The director Kolosov took a television movie about how his wife, People's Artist Kasatkin, being a Soviet correspondent, dies in Beirut by the hands of the Israeli military.

Bayut was found in Troitsky Lane - there were such ruins that no bombing was needed. They set fire to a few smoke bombs - here you have a Beirut.

Palestinian refugees were cheaper at the Institute of Culture, and on a clear spring day I ran back and forth three times from steaming ruins on the sidewalk several times, and the people's artist Kasatkina just at that time died several times by a violent death by the hands of the Israeli military.

The Israeli military was somewhat hefty Georgians found by Kolosov’s assistants there, in the left -bank focus of cults -access ... and in general, too, the cinema turned out very true.

... And even before the arrival of Demichev in the "Snufflery", and also to "Mowgli", Jessica Tendy and Hugh Croin, the famous Broadway couple, came to our basement. They played Romeo and Juliet almost before the war.

And on tour in the USSR, the artists arrived in 1980-and this one already issued some of their isolation from political realities.

The elderly Broadwoman really liked our performance. Little Jessica, having wept, said that she wanted to be young and play with us; Hum, a tall, sinewy old man, turned out to be a slightly more practical person.

He said that he was buying all this.

At these words, Mr. Kronin circled the space of our studio with his finger - along with all the studios, teachers and personally Oleg Tabakov.

Further, Mr. Kronin specified his proposal: moving to America, touring on Broadway, a tour of Europe ... And in the yard, I remind you, the eightieth year: Afghanistan, the boycott of the Moscow Olympics, and our Air Force are already preparing to knock down passenger airliners.

Oleg Tabakov, a man, significantly less divorced from these realities, gently noticed the Broadway dreamer that he foresees some difficulties with the departure of so many Soviet students in permanent residence in the United States of America ...

To which Hum answered:

- No difficulties. I will agree with the State Department!

How to explain to this Martian, what is the “exit commission”? Oleg Tabakov, as he could, introduced a colleague to the situation on the ball. Surrounded by political information, the American asked if he could give us any gift. Tabakov honestly replied that he could.

A few months later, Oleg Pavlovich was invited to the American embassy and handed a luxurious sound engineering remote control. This royal gift served as a studio for many years.

After almost twenty years, Jessica received Oscars for the main female role in the film “Miss Daisy driver”. She was already in eighty ... The news of her death and death Huum (he died recently, a deep old man) unexpectedly healed me.

Good people life to face ...