
Veronica Lake, a blonde with luxurious golden hair, which she wore so that they closed the half-face, a Hollywood star with an unbearable character, sharp and independent, scandalous and talented, she walked through her unique frozen smile, swaying on high heels and from the drinking alcohol. She threw husbands - one, two, three - and pregnant women went out under the sofits of the sets to stumble on the cable once, fall and lose the child. Her cold erotic radiation teased men and annoyed women in that old, conservative America, where ties, hats and skirts below the knees were required. Her life collapsed in front of everyone in a series of divorces, partings, novels and losses, as if it were also a movie, but it was not a movie.
Veronica Lake, a diva with golden hair, left, without turning around, left, without asking for forgiveness, left, without begging the contracts from the bosses of the film studios, - lonely and proud, like her heroine. And disappeared.
Then someone found her behind a persistent shabby buffet, where she served Coca-Cola and sausages to people who did not recognize her. And then there was a hospital where they tried to save her from cirrhosis, but did not save.
Marty Robbins sings a song under which Veronica Lake has passed through life - from the pompous techniques of Hollywood to dreary evenings in a shabby buffet on Manhattan. Marty Robbins himself knew what life was. At seventeen, he went to war and was in the landing, where he controlled a self -propelled barge under fire, and then, returning, sang on a country of country and went on stage in a cowboy hat. Racing cars were his passion, he chased in the main races of America and was almost always among the best. He was a romantic cowboy of the American stage, singing about love, and in his voice, when he sings today for you, there is a velvet of night and soft sadness and, as always, love.
Blue, Blue, My World Is Blue
Blue is my world now i'm without you
Gray, Gray, My Life is Gray
Cold is my heart since you went away
Red, red, my eyes are red
Crying for You Alone in My Bed
Green, Green, My Jealous Heart
I doobted you and now we're apart
Wen we met How the Bright Sun Shone
The Love Died, Now the Rainbow Is Gone
Black, Black, The Nights i've Known