Yuri Zubkov Biography

The first strong impression is a sandwich with a real smoked sausage and a bottle of lemonade. Music played, red flags rinsed, the sun was reflected in the March puddles - Soviet elections, I am four years old. The first reading is “Pinocchio” and “Baptized Chinese” by Andrei Bely, in parallel. Then - a white shirt, I broke it in a fight Kutoha, the son of aunt Frosi, the laundresses of living in the basement.

And a flower in a pot, donated to me by a kutochi for my birthday - when I remember, a lump in my throat. Vasily Andreich - a stoker, long, gloomy, thin. Firewood in the yard, dugout in wood, amnested convicts, thieves' songs, sticky sweets and cigarettes. Always mother’s hands and piano, and scriabin, and Metner, and Rachmaninov, and most importantly, Schuman. Further, the school is inevitable idiocy.

The watercolor "The insides of the frog" for Carmen, a good teacher of biology. Alcohol and glucose in the laboratory room of chemistry and laboratory assistant Olya, which allowed to touch. An adult bicycle, a box of makeup and humosis, a grandmother, a scarf, a skirt and a quilted jacket from the war - a crazy old woman rushes along Tishinsky Lane, curses and carries everyone with terrible force.

The peoples laughed and surprised. There were other roles. In the apartment of a familiar girl Olya, they met in a pioneer camp, sang Ancharov, Galich, Agrane, Okudzhava - alive, not in the record, we, we still children, looked at them from the door, and they bite and sang in the cabinet of the owner of Oleg Pisarzhevsky, the "competition of akyns" was called. And now, Oleg Nikolaevich said, we will eat a watermelon with a herring, I immediately remembered my grandfather, he ate creamy pulls with salty cucumbers.

What is possible and what is impossible. One of the first works. I'm twelve years old. Oil paints, primed cardboard. A brochure, denouncing a decaying bourgeois art with black and white illustrations: they gave “spreading time”, “burning giraffe” now I do not like him, etc. Father with frightened eyes looks at my first works: “in the bath”, “whirlwind”, “clown”, etc.

Invents to show the works of Ehrenburg, then, he, and he was, and they gave it with Picasso and sign. They showed nothing to anyone. I decided that you should never show anything to anyone, you just have to do it. Then, much later, I realized that I was right, the most necessary for work was complete freedom, whether such a small album of Mark Chagall can be absolute. I saw and fell in love with a lifetime.

From two years, annually my mother and I, first with Uncle Glory, then we celebrate Christmas and Easter with his son Uncle Yura. Service in the church on Vagankov. Live grass on a dish around the beauty of painted eggs, zinandali and a whole fried goose. Polka composed by great -grandfather, real candles on the Christmas tree. Home, cozy smell of the nineteenth century.

Death is first grandfather, then father, I am 15, 16 years old. Childhood ends. The first serious work. Winter fled from school without finishing. He went in a quilted jacket and kirs.

Presnenskaya Shpan at the Belorussian station. Acquaintance and friendship with Lenka Gubanov. The exhibition at the Begovaya, my "winter" hung there. We are very young, we thought that the spring of liberation was ongoing. However, I remembered fear in my father's eyes. I felt that the state of the state is cold and cruel here, nearby. Champagne wines factory. Yevtushenko and his wife Galya came to us on Lenkin's birthday.

They quarreled, then he ran away from our house, such a long crutch in red Italian shorts. Sowed the brilliant Lenkin poems turned out to be psychiatches and death of thirty -seven, as he did for himself. But this is later. Lenya Gubanov miracles and focuses of the stage, a thick fate bent and puffing on the rails on the wheels of swans, it is clear from the hall how they swim along the lake Lebedin.

Acquaintance with the backstage life of muses. Theater named after Friends from the choir and corps de ballet, individual soloists and colleagues, illuminates, not counting the scene driver, get drunk in my right box, I am a senior lighter. Tours - Berlin, Leipzig, Dresden. Daily brands, fried sausages, real beer, coat and boots - you can’t get it in Moscow.

Weissflot, Meissen porcelain. The Altmark restaurant, banquet - woke up at dawn in the midst of destroyed houses, stunned, thought he had slept the war - this memorial quarter in Dresden was not specifically restored after bombing. The hotel is a former brothel with partially preserved staff. The bartender curses in Russian very touching, the Chervonets in Siberia died out after the war.

The German colleagues-related colleagues have fun: Khrushchev Kaput. He made his pencil portrait, he liked it. A big nose is like. We walked through the Kursk station, for some reason went to Baku, I still don’t know why, but it was interesting. Mom was very worried. From the theater they are kicked out for absenteeism, Sukhumi - paradise. He drove his friend to a friend. Then they got married.

Then I got married, I don’t know why, for some reason I divorced for some reason. Theater named after Live Okhlopkov. From above, from the roof of three-story buildings, I look at Hamlets, in turn of Samoilov and Martsevich. Frunze - Heat, Chaikhona in the Bazaar, "Strong Kyrgyz", barbecue 16 kopecks of a skewer, unload wagons with decorations. Dismissed for a fight from ch. Shabolovka, third educational program of television.I am augmented, they trust small independent shootings: the Stanislavsky Museum-apartment in Lavrushinsky-I touched everything, pince-nez, books; And the Nemirovich Museum-apartment-cabinets with wooden doors are not visible, and on the doors are oval, like on the graves of photographs of writers.

Not youth, not yet maturity. Happiness - the world blooms, opens. Motya Gorbunov is a red, gray -haired, shaggy, funny rector, everyone successfully copied him. Sobed and teachers. He learned to do from fellow students in his own way, argued with teachers. In the summer of tour with concerts in the south of Ukraine - Dnepropetrovsk, Nikopol, Kherson. Theaters, palaces of culture, even stadiums - an entertainer and the number of the original “snake” genre, tamer Sino -student Boris Madora, I am a capricious snake, I sing with different voices and by the end I get drunk and Buyan.

With Borey Madora in Lviv on the set. In the directorial group of the film "On the corner of Arbat and Bubulinas Street." For the first time in the frame, then in German uniform, then the Greek partisan - a shmal from a machine gun, was dying of the shot. The five thousandth mass with cars, tanks, Mosfilmovsky horse regiment - the second director cried. The old women from the fellow for Pasha Lebeshev - fell out of the frame, losing consciousness in the heat.

I absorbed a big movie to the touch. Practice in the theater on Taganka at the rehearsals of Hamlet. Lyubimov is a sensation in the eyes of the ongoing births. The smell of a real theater. Vysotsky behind the scenes: guys, I wrote a song here ... - Volodya, leave me alone ... The ghost of Hamlet’s father is Boris Khmelnitsky, something is completely other than an otherworldly, in a ghostly voice, something after the afterlife.

Lyubimov bursts into the stage, he is a father and terribly worries about his son, warns Hamlet: they killed me and they will be killed - an amazing show. The scene near the Great Hall went into the closet of Alexander Ivanovich, the driver, his gesture was delighted, the little half-sorcerer-poolwards-a whole separate theater at the Theater Institute.

Winter holidays in pannegezia. Miltinis, Banionis, Banionis, Algis is faced. European Up -Class Theater in a Malyusenki Town. And a fabulous meeting, Duchenes came there to give lectures to the troupe of the theater and, therefore, to me the second time. A few conversations with Andrei Tarkovsky in the apartment of Yevgeny Danilovich Surkov, the father of my children's friend.

I remember one conversation in the kitchen: about the false metaphor at Bunuel.