Never
never thought that will stay on the job for 40 years.
Childhood - it's always something zadumannoe and donaciinae. I almost don't remember anything from my childhood. We led a nomadic life, and so often changed the house that I could not anything to remember. Childhood for me is the white desert, because all of our places of residence were associated with the Extreme North.
Father
, who worked as a veterinarian and treated deer, we sometimes participated in the celebrations of the herders. Remember how I drank steaming reindeer blood. Taste memory left, but a bloody aluminum Cup which I still remember.
Baby gamess in the North were very specific. Khorey - this is such a long polished stick, with which control the reindeer team, we had to throw parallel to the snow drift so that he entered into the snow, passed through it and emerged. One trochee further emerges the winner.
In the village Khalmer-Yu
is 70 kilometers North of Vorkuta was another game - jumping from the roof into the snow. The highest house there was three storeys high, and so we sat on the edge of the roof and looked at each other, wondering who will jump first. Then someone made a false move, and all jumped, and he is the one who is provoked - remained seated. Now this village does not exist: there were only a coal mine, and they have already produced.
There
where we lived, were in prison. When I left home, then on the left side of the road was the area: a fence with barbed wire and towers with machine gunners. Compassionate mother, sending children to school, gave them a bag of sugar, biscuits or tea to the children threw it over the fence. And the gunners in the towers was pretending not to notice.
Remember his first solo performance in first grade I sang the song of the Fisher. Instead of the hole on the scene put the stool, and I was between her legs threw a rod. But then the hook is hooked, the line became entangled, and all ended in tears. That is what I remember.
I don't immediately wanted to become an artist. My first entry in the workbook - handyman. On the brick factory I used to buy bricks: just cut dragged to the furnace and burned - to the warehouse. Then I worked in a spinning mill specialty thesemi-greaser. Was a postman. Then a draftsman and a laborer at a construction site. The school building in the village of Anapa Anapa region we built. It is situated not far from the road, and when you go from Krasnodar in Anapa, it can be seen. If I go by car, I always say: "this school I have built".
My first performance in professional status I remember very well. It was a fierce winter in the village of Loima in the Komi ASSR. In the former Church was a club with a stove and benches, but it is cold there, like on the street. So the first thing we opened the wood from the snow, poured their petrol tank of the bus, built a fire in the stove and impatiently waited, who would come in. Came twenty people, and I sang them what sounded then in the air. "Chubaka from someone else's shoulder" - that's what it is.
Once
I even can not imagine that I will perform with EHA on the same stage.
In 1979
year I went on tour with Claudia the Shulzhenko. She was a very strict lady and always looked great: nail Polish, false eyelashes. She majestically behaved at banquets and receptions. It fascinated me how was it possible to surround yourself with attention and adoration.
Applause
is a moment of pure marred rare happiness.
I was such a fool, when he gave the first interview. She tells me: "I'm from the "Literary newspaper". I need to interview you". And here she comes, and I bought champagne and nothing you don't know what to say. It sits an hour, two, and tortures me. Then all drank champagne and left. And the door was attached a note: "I was joking".
I never
not dressed to show off. All my costumes were matched to the repertoire. I didn't go on stage in tights, if you sang a song about the Motherland.
Michael Jackson
in his time made me such a huge impression that I didn't even tried to copy.
Feeling
endless ocean of time does not leave thee, until all that happens to you, happens for the first time.
Once
I really sang with Putin. Of course, he is not a voice that took in a Large theatre, but he sang "Hope" pleasant tone and Atanasova correctly. Pop star, it must not be, though, if you really get stuck, then it is possible.
my memory has changed many rulers. Well at least the fact that today our rulers younger than me. And before were always older.
I
never had such ambitions, which would prevent me to respect others.
Millions people Wake up, hating the clock, go to the unloved. In this sense, I am happier than many.
Friendship
- when it is not necessary to say much. You sit with a friend, and you're the third person who did something or said. You and a friend looked at each other - and that's enough.
I'm a lazy
and I think if there's anything I've done in my life, it was only because of laziness. Overcoming her, you know, you need to take things or not.
I while not ready to leave the scene. Because the most high there, under the spotlights.
Pleasant things I say a lot more often than I deserve.
If you I want to shout to his contemporaries, you should shout particularly poignant.
Source:
Esquire
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