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Moscow protest rallies and fresh municipal elections have shown youths shifting from mindless queuing for a new pair of Yeezy sneakers to active political action. The average age of those detained in paddy wagons and on the ballot papers is relentlessly tending to thirty and younger. For some it is just a fashion inspired by memes about Navalny, for others it is an unobvious way of solving their own everyday problems, for the majority it is the first step on the way to adult ballot boxes, civil or human rights activities.
While the older generation has ceased to believe in better times, the younger looks to the future with moderate optimism. He has his whole life ahead of his own and social changes.
The main character of this material, Lucy Stein, got her fifteen minutes of fame absolutely by accident - she shot the well-known video with the police arresting a ten-year-old boy on the Arbat. She could dispose of them in different ways, but she chose the most difficult path, went to the municipal elections: “This nomination is my civil answer to what is happening around ... those who do not like it are demanded to be deported. I grew up in a family where they are used to talking about what is important and doing what they think is right, and I run because I think it is right. "
Many of Lucy's peers were guided in moving outside the city as the first step in "conquering the country." They walked around the apartments, got acquainted and communicated with voters, spared no effort on stories and campaigning. Simultaneously with these “warm”, “lamp” tricks, the program of politicians Gudkov and Katz “uberized” the electoral process by inventing a generator that allowed caring citizens to search for the names of independent candidates at the registration address.
Making predictions for the future is the most thankless task. No one knows how the future careers of these young people will develop and whether they will withstand the ungrateful, monotonous and unpaid work of municipal deputies, shares in dacha cooperatives and fashionable sneakers.
I would like to say that on the following pages of L’Officiel you will see the ministers of culture, finance, health, the mayor of Moscow or the president of the Russian Federation. But even if this does not happen, then just enjoy these nice politicians of the new formation. When, in modern history, candidates not from the ruling party in the country win, without administrative leverage, and they will all be in their early twenties.
Lucy Stein
21 years old, journalist, municipal deputy of the Basmanny district
“In Georgia, the neighbors in the stairwell are your family, and it’s strange if you don’t know someone from your house. By the way, I also didn’t know my neighbors until I started the door-to-door rounds. ”
Ilya Morozov
27 years old, analyst, municipal deputy of the Basmanny District
“I have never aspired to politics, but I got tired of watching what is happening around: from idle storm drains to the state of the courtyards. I am sure that we ourselves must influence the fate of our region, renovation of houses, improvement of streets. "
Elena Vereshchagina
23 years old, journalist, municipal deputy in Troitsk, New Moscow
“At meetings with residents, I said that even a young man can sort out urban issues. I am glad that the nightly rounds of apartments, hundreds of thousands of rubles and a lot of worries were not in vain. I would like to meet the expectations of the townspeople who voted in the hope of seeing real change. And who will do them now, if not me? "
Victor Kotov
24 years old, bank employee, municipal deputy of the Basmanny District
“I was born and raised in the Basmanny district. No matter how trite it may sound, I was prompted to the decision to run for office by an ordinary everyday event - my apartment was flooded. I began to figure it out on my own and realized that no one undertakes to solve such problems. And the municipal deputy is just able to assist in this. "
Below is an interview with Lucy Stein.
Tell us about yourself in a few sentences.
I am twenty one years old, I was born in Moscow. At sixteen she entered the VGIK at the screenwriting and film studies faculty and just graduated from it. From the third or fourth year she transferred to the correspondence department to work in journalism. She worked in the online edition "Mel", information services, at RBC. While looking for work, I ended up at Gudkov's summer headquarters, where it was necessary to organize communication trainings for candidates for deputy. When the story with the Arbat boy happened, which I witnessed, there was an unexpected media attention to me, my friends said that if I run for the elections, it will be funny. We decided to play with it, and I ended up getting involved pretty seriously. And so the campaign began.
How did it go?
Funny! It consisted of two parts: form and content. The form is what everyone has seen on the Internet: busts, funny statements by the Mikhalkovs, Solovievs, some kind of constant "media doctor". The content was in field work - apartment rounds, hanging propaganda materials. Here we faced constant confrontation: we hung around the area, and after half an hour there was not a single leaflet, specially hired people were working against us. But we were able to overcome all this, because without the content part, no one needed my media. But it was important to draw attention to the boring topic of municipal elections by what I do on the Internet.
"Moscow is like a boring wife or mother from Russian literature, who is at the same time beloved, dear and you can't get away from her."
In the Basmanny district, the popular nightclub "Rabitsa" was closed because of the police lawlessness. Can you, as a deputy, influence such situations?
I don't think I can get the club back. Even if the municipal council of deputies could do it, which I'm not sure, we have a minority there. But I can collect signatures, direct "movement" in the media. I have two tools: the agenda, where I can submit some initiative, and the deputy's request, which I can write to different departments, and they are obliged to answer me.
What else does your job description include?
In the near future we will have an extraordinary meeting, at which we will be divided by commissions. Let's say the commission for urban planning, land use and improvement. Budgetary, social, overhaul and so on. There is a commission for informing residents, there is one on culture - I will most likely be a member of them. Also on the organization of public hearings - this is communication with residents, which we, in fact, originally intended to do. It is possible to hold various events within the area. For example, we have an excellent square opposite the synagogue, there is a music school. Let's try to negotiate with them and arrange small local concerts for the locals. I don't like that in Moscow no one knows the neighbors in the stairwell. I was the same until I started visiting apartments during the campaign. Such regional events are an occasion to get acquainted with those who live nearby, to develop community and good neighborly relations.
How does it feel to win your first election at twenty-one?
I didn't expect our entire team to win, it was one of the most memorable moments in my life. On the air of the Dozhd TV channel, Pavel Lobkov was going to make excuses for our failure, I thought to report gloomy forecasts. I saw the first results come. At first I saw twelve voices in myself and was not even surprised, but it turned out that I mixed up the line and I have 150, with a wide margin from the rest. The mood of the broadcast immediately changed.
The rise was when we first learned about the results, but after that it became psychologically difficult. During the campaign, I got tired of the attention that was around, I prepared myself for what people would write, which sheep lost, and that's it, I will go into the shadows. And then it becomes clear that this is only the beginning, and then everything will be five times more intense.
What do you expect from the next five-year plan?
That they will leave me alone, and I will be able to do things for the district that really deserve attention. Together with our fellow deputies, we plan to launch the Open Basmanny platform on the Internet - to connect the residents of the district with each other, unite its activists, solve problems with neighbors, send demands, complaints and requests to us directly. I hope this initiative will spread throughout Moscow.
I have an idea to gather a group of volunteers, because it is impossible to master the entire area on my own, although I still continue to round the door and get to know the residents. What other deputy used to go from door to door before?
“I wrote an obscene word on Twitter, and everyone is talking about it. What difference does it make what I wrote if I do my job well ?! "
How do you feel about Moscow in general?
Due to the fact that I have lived in Israel for a month, the Kremlin propaganda claims that I have citizenship there. In fact, I went to study in the small town of Ariel, because I freaked out and decided that I could no longer live in Moscow. I couldn't stay for a long time where nothing was happening, and I came back. Here a completely new Moscow opened up for me, which I suddenly fell in love with, despite all the shortcomings. This city is like a boring wife or mother from Russian literature, who is at the same time beloved and dear and there is no escape from her.
How do you feel about your generation of millennials?
It is difficult to talk about the entire generation, but I had experience from which I can draw a representative conclusion. At one of the rallies, I was locked in a paddy wagon along with fifteen other guys. One was an adult, the rest were my age. I took a selfie, it naturally went online, and we were invited to the Echo of Moscow - seven people from the van for a three-hour broadcast. It was an indicative broadcast in the sense that all these random people turned out to be completely adequate and were able to quite accurately express their position.
Do you see yourself in politics in the future?
I'm not sure, because for me this is a social activity, not a political one. A municipal deputy does not receive a salary - this is an unpaid job. I regret that I do not have an education corresponding to my current interests. I didn't go for a lawyer or a political scientist. I like the genre of political actionism, I would like to develop in it, but given my new position, some of the public are hostile to this. Although, in my opinion, I can do anything, the main thing is to fulfill my duties. Now, seeing that I am doing something other than district tasks, some people react negatively to this. I wrote an obscene word on Twitter, and they keep talking about it. What difference does it make to what I tweeted if I keep doing my job?
Then, at the Mayakovsky Theater, Lucy played with him in a pair. So, the anniversary of Samoilov was approaching, and Lucy began to call me. I tell her: "Sorry, but my granddaughter was born, I can't." Lyusin's reaction was furious: “You and your puppies have gone completely crazy! Don't you understand that this is Samoilov! He is already old, maybe we will see him for the last time, what kind of granddaughter? " She called me then with the last words and hung up. Well, that is how she was - the very idea that she could live by ordinary human interests was strange to her.
Lucy herself could easily go out into the street, for example, in a skirt with a stain. And when I told her: “Lucy, why are you in this form? They are looking at you! You are recognized, and you have a lot of fans, and someone asks for autographs all the time. " And she: “A-a-a-a-a! You go ... These are ordinary people, their opinion does not interest me! " And she just turned this skirt over so that the spot was in the back, and walked calmly. She never gave a damn about everything, except for someone else's talent ... The most striking thing is that Lucienne did not at all interfere with being constantly surrounded by men. She was never alone! When she became the star of the Mayakovsky Theater, Khramov was left far behind. At the same time, she still spoke of him with some reverence: "Khramov is a great director." As time has shown, in comparison with Lucy, he is no big, just like the rest of her husbands. She always seemed to be ashamed of her success in front of them, as if she did not rush forward, but it turned out that way. Unsuccessful husbands changed, and Lucy went forward!
Her next chosen one was Alexander Kholodkov, an actor of the Mayakovsky Theater. Handsome, handsome, original! He looked after her very beautifully. When once Lusya was filming on the Volga, she looks - someone is swimming across the river, like Chapaev - rowing with one hand, and with the other, raised high in the air, holding something. It turned out that this was Sasha - he wanted to surprise Lyusa, came to her and could not even wait for a passing boat to the other side, he swam himself, and grabbed his clothes and shoes. This is the whole Kholodkov! He was ready for a lot for Lucy. Except that he was not ready to marry her, there were no such proposals ... She considered herself his common-law wife. And she did not stop thinking that way, even when Sasha started an affair with actress Vera Orlova. Lucy reacted to this with understanding. And when Kholodkov became very ill and it became clear that the matter was coming to an end, he and Vera generally teamed up and began to care for him together. This unique situation in the theater was discussed and slandered. But Lucy and Vera endured everything with dignity. Kholodkov died in 1966 ... Lucy was already a famous person.
I was resting at the dacha with my friend Nadya. My parents were supposed to pick me up in about a week.
I don’t want to dwell on this - really, it’s not particularly interesting, but because of one not very pleasant story, I ruined all the clothes I had, and there were no other clothes. I wore a towel as it was hot and everything was fine until it was unexpectedly cold.
Now I just sat at home all day. We lived in a village, and, of course, it was boring to sit in the same room all the time.
Nadia came up to me, unable to bear it, and said:
- Could you wear mine? Nobody knows you, so nothing like that.
I was embarrassed and refused.
“Never mind, I'll bring you something, and we'll see,” Nadya said slyly, and ran off to her room. This alarmed me, since I did not want to wear girly clothes at all. But Nadya was already returning with a white blouse and a black wide skirt.
- Hey, and why a skirt? - I was indignant. - You have no pants or what?
Nadia rummaged through her things and took out short little blue shorts in a daisy.
- Here, try on, - she handed them to me. - Only they are still very thin and uncomfortable, it is better to look like in a normal skirt, to be honest.
- Come on, what are you, - I was frightened. - They will laugh at me! Anyway, it's inconvenient ...
- Who will laugh at you? Nobody will understand that you are a boy if you listen to me and dress normally. In addition, the skirt is very comfortable. And if you do not understand what you are wearing, then of course they will laugh at you. And the summer is not over yet.
Since it’s not clear how I didn’t like walking at all, I would even agree to a skirt, but talking about this to Nadya, and even putting on her skirt that she wears in front of her, would be too humiliating. So, blushing, I refused.
“Silly,” she said. - Here I am wearing a normal dress, and I do not suffer from anything. Come on and you get dressed.
I suddenly experienced an incomprehensible excitement at the sight of the clothes offered to me, and the fact that Nadya was okay with this made me think.
In general, I put on a blouse and somehow buttoned up. Nadia looked at me critically.
“Nothing, but you can see that there is no breast,” she said. - We'll fix it now.
She immediately took a white bra out of the dresser and handed it to me. I was dumbfounded.
- What is it? And why should I?
- What do you mean why? All girls wear it! And you put it on, otherwise there will be questions why the boy put on a women's blouse. And so everyone understands that you have breasts.
Nadia behaved quite seriously and did not laugh at me, so I got used to it a little and was already calm about the idea of changing clothes like that.
“Okay,” I said carefully.
She helped me take off my blouse and pulled the straps over my shoulders. Then she helped to fasten the bra on the back. After that, I put on her blouse again.
The chest was immediately bound with an elastic band.
“Hey, it's also harder to breathe,” I remarked.
“Nothing, I wear it all the time,” the girl replied. - You will get used to it too. And now - the skirt.
After the bra I didn't care anymore, so I resignedly climbed into the spacious skirt and zipped it up. She wrapped my legs quite nicely, covering my bare knees a little.
- So, it is better to cover your excessively hairy legs with tights, - said Nadya and took out a package of thin nylon tights from the same chest of drawers. - Here you go.
I stared at them blankly, so Nadia, sighing, rolled them up herself and helped pull the tights to her feet. They were made of the finest bodily nylon, and they very much fettered my legs. I embarrassedly squeezed my knees and looked at my friend.
“Not aesthetically pleasing,” snapped Nadya. - Here, take it, - she handed me two snow-white and weightless air lumps.
- What's this? I asked, puzzled.
“My knee-highs,” she explained. - It will be better, put it on.
It was foolish to say that I was a boy and did not wear white knee-highs when I was already wearing a bra, nude tights and a skirt with a blouse. So I resignedly put them on myself, pulling them almost to my knees. Thus, we really covered my legs, and only a few centimeters were exposed between the socks and the hem of my skirt.
The knee-highs were very girly, dazzling white and all in some kind of lace patterns. I stood and hesitated, not knowing what to do now in this form. Nadia, on the other hand, looked pleased.
“Well, now you look like a normal girl, a little shy and pretty pretty,” she said with a smile, and I blushed. “I think my shoes will be too small for you…” she said thoughtfully. - Maybe I can give you my ballet flats? Although they are also small ...
- Maybe it will go like that? - I looked at her timidly.
“Do you think I'll let you get my knee-highs dirty by walking on the floor without shoes?” - Nadya chuckled. - Besides, how are you going to walk down the street?
Finally she pulled out a pair of black mid-heeled pumps and gave them to me.
- Try.
I put my foot in them, which was immediately clamped with force in my shoes. It was very uncomfortable: firstly, the shoes were very open, and secondly, the heel was very high. I straightened slowly, getting on my heels. Unaccustomed, I was very shaken, and I was afraid to take even one step.
“We’ll learn to walk in shoes,” Nadya commented on my actions. - You must learn to flutter on them easily, like any girl.
“It should, actually,” I replied.
“Well, no, it will be very strange if I call you by a man’s name in front of everyone, when you are wearing my skirt,” Nadya snapped. - So now you will be ... well, for example, Lyusya, and so that you do not get confused, I will always call you that, even when no one is there.
- Well, this is overkill, don't you think? - I was indignant.
- What's too much? Everything is very logical. So don't argue, Lucy, you'd better go to the mirror, and we will put you in order.
- What is the order?
- You look like a boy who changed into a girl, although my things suit you. It's good that you don't have a very large figure ... But now you need to do the appropriate hairstyle and makeup.
- Makeup? Yes ... - I wanted to be indignant, but Nadia waved her hand at me:
- Calm down, I'm already tired of you! Or do you want me to tell all your classmates how you dressed in my clothes?
- Nobody will believe you! - I was indignant at such an unexpected impudence of my friend, no longer noticing the fact that she again addressed me in the feminine gender.
- They will believe it, especially if I take a quick photo of you and show everyone the photo. Yes, I’m not going to do that, just don’t argue with me, please, I’m doing everything for your good.
Nadia's threat had an effect on me - indeed, I quite unexpectedly found myself at the mercy of this girl, so it was worth obeying her.
I had rather long blonde hair, which Nadia quickly combed and gathered in two small ponytails.
- So, let's see what can be done here ... - she thought, and quickly braided two short pigtails for me, securing them with colored elastic bands. Then she pinned my hair around the edges with two bobby pins, and took hold of my cosmetic bag.
Taking out lipstick from her, she tinted my lips, then she raised her eyebrows with a pencil and began to touch up the eyelashes with some kind of brush. Then she corrected my eyes with shadows. After that, Nadya took out something like a powder box and began to paint my entire face, especially my cheeks.
“Yeah,” she said contentedly. - And now - some jewelry.
Nadya put a small ring on my finger, fastened a small bracelet on each hand and put some beads around my neck. To top it off, the little girl put clips on my ears. I felt like some kind of Christmas tree bent over from the weight of the decorations.
“Now, perhaps that's enough,” Nadya told me. - Well, beauty, admire! - and she led me to the mirror.
A girl of my age was looking at me from the mirror, very pretty and very confused. Moreover, I really liked this girl, and I suddenly felt tension in my front under the skirt.
A fair blush appeared on the girl's face in the mirror, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. I involuntarily stepped back from the mirror and looked frightened at Nadia.
- What, Lucy, did you like being a girl? - she smiled, seeing my embarrassment. - I know what you mean. Moreover, you are a real beauty, so if I were you, I would wear these clothes all the time - it suits you much more. Now let's go to the yard!
She unceremoniously grabbed me by the arm and dragged me along. I knocked with my heels, barely managing to step over with my legs, which were fettered by a thin nylon. The skirt swayed in the wind, stroking my unusually bare legs, and the white knee-highs were very tight on my shins. The white blouse gently caressed my body, and the bra no longer interfered with my breathing. I rocked on my heels, trying to keep up with Nadia.
“Stop,” I asked. - Slow down, I'm afraid to fall.
- Girls are not afraid to fall, even if they walk in very high heels. You have a very medium heel, I usually wear it higher. So don't complain, Lucy, but get used to your new clothes. Let's start our lesson. Walk the path back and forth, and take your time. Try to keep your back straight, not slouch, while pushing your ass back and slightly wiggle it to the beat of your movements - the boys really love it!
“I don’t need to like boys,” I blushed again.
“Who knows, maybe soon you yourself will not mind meeting someone from the village,” Nadya smiled. “But first, you’ll have to practice your manners to perfection. And after that, given your appearance, you may well be able to take advantage of the success with local gentlemen. Many will like such a young lady, - and Nadia suddenly grabbed my skirt and pulled it up.
- Ay! - somehow completely girlishly I screamed, jumped on my heels and began to pull the skirt down with both hands, trying to hide behind.
“Our boys love these games,” the girl smiled again. - So be careful. They can do something else, for example, grab you from behind, or grab the elastic of your bra.
I carefully straightened my skirt and pulled the knee-high socks up to my knees. When I straightened up, Nadya suddenly threw her hand forward and firmly took me between my legs. I just gasped and clung to her all over.
Nadia squeezed my penis tightly, which stood and easily grope through the skirt and tights.
- What a strong pussy you have. I knew that you liked being a girl, - Nadia laughed. - By the way, do you know that girls go to the toilet always sitting, lifting their skirts? So watch yourself now. And cover up your pussy better, otherwise there may be different hunters to touch it. - she let me go.
By the evening I was already walking easily in heels, and it was not difficult for me to walk around the garden, elegantly wiggling my ass, as Nadya taught. I learned to bend over so that the skirt did not lift up and the panties were not visible, I learned to gently and imperceptibly pull up slipping tights and knee-highs. Also, for a long time I learned to sit down correctly, straighten my skirt, cross my legs and do many other things that girls cannot do without.
Nadia entrusted me with many household chores - cooking, cleaning. I found that wearing women's clothing had a very strange effect on me - I became completely different, very calm and persevering. I was ready to do any household chores that I had never done before, and became very careful not to get my white blouse dirty or rip my tights.
A week has passed. I was already very accustomed to girlish clothes, and I was not at all embarrassed by it. On the contrary, I began to like beautiful skirts and blouses, Nadia's blouses, which she gave me. I began to wear her lace panties, and I could neatly put on makeup and change myself, choosing a beautiful dress or other outfit for myself. The bra didn't bother me at all either, I very deftly buttoned it myself and wore it under my blouses.
Nadya all the time addressed me as her friend Lucy, even when her acquaintances came. She introduced me to her friend, Dima, and he often walked with me. Nadia laughed and told me that he liked me, but I did not listen to her and did not believe. I liked talking to him, even if he thought that I was a girl Lucy.
But one day, when we were alone in the house, Dima suddenly kissed me on the cheek. I jerked all over, and jumped up, and Dima hugged me and jerked me onto his lap. I turned to him and wanted to be indignant, but he dug into my lips and began to kiss them. I had no air, and I had to stick out my tongue, clutching it with Dimin, in order to inhale at least a little. We kissed, probably for a whole minute, and when he finally pulled away, I found that his hand stroking and caressing my knees that were bare from under the slipped golf course, and my hand was wrapping around his neck. I didn't know what to do, and I was all red. Dima stroked my legs, slightly lifting her skirt, and hugged me to him.
- Lyusya ... Lyusechka, dear ... How good you are with me ... - he said to me, and gently kissed my ear. I jerked a little again and it so happened that I pressed against him.
- Do you agree to meet with me, Lyusechka? - he said in my ear?
I didn’t understand anything, and, looking at him, unexpectedly nodded for myself. He stroked my legs again, and I felt how great it was that he was pressing me to him. I again wanted to experience these sensations, and I already really pressed myself against Dima's body.
- Yes, I agree, dear ... - I said.
Then he took me in his arms and carried me to the sofa. I lay, nestling against him, his hand stroking my buttocks bound by a skirt and slightly squeezing my buttocks, from which my heart sank with joy.
Suddenly he took my hand and put it between his legs. I wanted to pull it back, but he pressed it down with force and began to drive it back and forth. I felt his penis with his hand, standing with a stake from excitement. Dima quickly unbuttoned his pants and bared his pussy, and then sharply thrust it into my fist.
I squeezed it in confusion, not knowing what to do.
- Come on, Lucy, my dear, my good ... - he said to me affectionately, taking my other hand and squeezing her balls with her.
I carefully began to pull him for them with one hand, slightly stroking a member with the other, not knowing what to do next. Dima, however, moaned loudly and was excited, finally, he could not resist, and, throwing me on his stomach on the sofa, began to lift my skirt.
- Oh, don't, Dima! Dima, don't touch me! I shouted. - I have never done this ...
- Are you still virgin or what? Has no one got you on? - asked Dima.
“No…” I replied.
- So you don't even know a member? Okay, today I will not spoil such a fine girl, I will leave your virginity for later. Well, then get ready at least your ass!
Of course, I didn’t want him to see what was under my skirt, and now he was ready for anything to keep him behind.
With a sharp movement, he parted my legs, threw me over his knee and pulled off pantyhose with thin black panties to the very golf course, which completely immobilized me. His huge cock poked between my legs. Then I grabbed his pussy and shoved it into my ass, which expanded from such movements.
Dima pushed me there several times, and soon his penis completely got into my ass. I groaned loudly in pain, and he, without noticing, began to fuck me, closing his eyes with bliss, patting me on my bare ass with one hand, and grabbing my braids with the other, pulling and thrusting me onto his penis with force. I threw back my head and did not understand anything, except for the feeling of pain, shame and humiliation, from the fact that I was taken, fucked, deprived of virginity by another boy, like some kind of slut. However, I continued to fuck him until I felt his hot sperm pouring into my ass.
Then he lifted me up and threw me on the floor. Then he sat down on the sofa, and grabbed my hair with his hand, and without question brought my head to his penis. He waved a pipin in front of my face and suddenly slapped it across my lips. I screamed and staggered back. Then he pressed, and his pussy was in my mouth. I looked pitifully at Dima, and tried to make some kind of sound, but he began to quickly move my head, forcing him to suck his penis.
- Come on ... take him by the cheek ...
I already obediently sucked Dimin's member, and tears flowed from my eyes. The member was thick and elastic, it easily slipped into my mouth, and I sucked it from different sides. Finally, a stream of sperm burst from the penis, and he poured into my mouth. I began to gag and turn away, but I had to swallow a little. Then Dima began to drive letters to me. The whole face was flooded with sperm, some fell on the hands and blouse, the skirt also dripped all over. I was lying on the floor, curled up, all over with sperm, with lowered pantyhose and a bare ass sticking out from under a raised skirt, from which sperm flowed, and Dima stood over me.
“I liked having you,” he told me. - You will be my girl. I will come again tomorrow.
He left, and I got up and pulled on tights with panties, straightened my skirt. All the knee-highs were crumpled and stained with semen, it was scary to look at the face and hair. There was also the taste of Dima's dick in my mouth.
Then Nadya came in and looked at me in surprise.
- Yeah, - she held out, - I didn't think that you would get away from aspirations so quickly to this.
My tears mixed with mascara, and I cried pitifully with grief. Suddenly I felt like a real girl, with all the girlish experiences and grievances, and it became bitter from my female fate.
- Nothing, don't cry, dear, all the girls suck, - Nadya consoled me. - Lucy, you are a very beautiful girl, and Dima is a good guy. You will be together, and there is nothing wrong with that.
- And if he leaves me? Who needs me like that? I asked tearfully.
“He won’t quit if he liked you so much,” Nadya answered with conviction. - Let's better put you in order. Do you want to continue to like Dima?
I felt that despite everything that had happened, I was drawn to Dima, and I again want to please him. I suddenly wanted to be beautiful and smart in a very feminine way in order to attract boys, especially my Dima. This boy became mine ... Now I belong to him, and he will take care of me, a defenseless girl. This thought was somehow ordinary and simple, although it meant that because of the clothes that Nadia almost forcibly and with threats put on me, I finally became a girl, and now I think, like any girl of my age, I dream of beautiful dresses and boys.
“Yes,” I replied, wiping away my tears. - Maybe I should wear a new dress?
- Necessarily. And not only - we will give you a new hairstyle; your hair has grown back, and we can make beautiful curls. Then I think I'll lend you my new high-heeled shoes - they are very bright and will definitely please your boyfriend. We will also do a manicure for you, and paint your lips brighter. It is better to shave your legs thoroughly, and put on my short skirt - it will very well emphasize your long and beautiful legs. It's a sin to hide them in such a long skirt. We will put on thin stockings underneath - that is what is needed, and the pussy will not interfere, and it will be easier for Dima in the ass.
We went to her room, and from that moment I realized that there was no turning back, and the girl Lucy is my destiny, as well as Nadya's dresses and skirts.
Sergei Senin, on the eve of Lyudmila Markovna's 80th birthday, told "Gordon Boulevard" about why he turned an apartment in the center of Moscow into a museum, and he himself decided to wander around the rented. And also - how he blessed Yulia Peresild for the role of Gurchenko in the biopic, how he divided the property with the actress's daughter Masha, about cars, expensive jewelry, Lyudmila Markovna's love for gay men and why Irina Bilyk refused to participate in the anniversary concert.
Photo: Felix Rosenstein / Gordon Boulevard
- Sergei Mikhailovich, in November Lyudmila Markovna would have turned 80 years old. How do you celebrate your own birthday?
I do not know yet. I wouldn't want it to turn into food and drink. There are many options: from very modest to serious and large-scale ... Probably, we will gather our closest friends and sit down. I would like the music to be played this evening, Lyusin's songs. There was a thought and an exhibition in Moscow, but so far it has not been possible. Today everything depends on finances, and these are unrealistic amounts.
I know that a month before your birthday you are arranging a big anniversary concert dedicated to Lyudmila Markovna in the Kremlin Palace in Moscow. In this regard, due to the tense political situation in Kiev, a big scandal has recently erupted related to Iryna Bilyk, who is on your list of invited artists. Will Irina take part in this concert?
Ira and I are very familiar, I really invited her. I really wanted her to perform the romance "The dews fell on the mows" from the film "Roman and Francesca". She liked the idea, but, as I understand it, there were some problems. I really don't know which ones, I only heard rumors that she would not be able to participate. It is a pity that the times have come when politics interferes in everything. I so wanted this concert to have some Ukrainian piece, because Lyudmila Markovna had a lot to do with Ukraine.
- Are you interested in what is happening now?
Well, of course! Some kind of desperate and tragic situation. I myself am an Odessa citizen, but I cannot come to Odessa - not because I am afraid. The mood is gone. I am not looking for the guilty and the right. In such situations, everyone is always to blame. And here it is impossible to say who is more, who is less. We must believe that this will pass and everything will work out. But what is happening is unreal. I remember the first time Lyusya and I went together in 1993 to Kharkov, she burst into tears at the border when she was asked to fill out a customs declaration. How is it - she is going to her homeland, and then something like that ... She had tears in her eyes. I can imagine what would happen to her now if she saw that her two beloved countries are in such a terrible situation ...
The creative things that I have planned to carry out, distract me from sad thoughts. We have been doing this concert for six months now, and I feel Lucy's presence: her songs, her voice ... In fact, she is the director and author of this evening
Lyudmila Gurchenko on the set of the film "Carnival Night". Photo: svalka24.beon.ru
I would like to ask you more about the upcoming concert. What is being prepared in general? It is not easy to financially pull such a large project without sponsors ...
All these creative things, which I have now decided to carry out, distract me from sad thoughts. We have been doing this concert for six months now, and I feel Lucy's presence: her songs, her voice ... In fact, she is the director and author of this evening. I didn't invent anything - I just sat down, thought, remembered how it was with her ... I knew her concerts well, she didn't have random songs, everything was built from the first word to the final note. I was guided by this principle even now, realizing that she would have done this number like this. Perhaps somewhere I am mistaken, but on the whole I am sure that I was exactly following her prompts.
Nobody helped us financially, there is a partner who supported and proposed the idea of this project. These are our common friends and comrades-in-arms with Lyusya. I wrote the script, invited a good director and choreographer. The main thing that guided me was that I wanted to sing songs that Lyudmila Markovna herself composed, and those that are associated with her, but she is not their author, such as "Carnival Night".
The overwhelming majority of the artists I invited worked with her on stage, in the cinema. These are those to whom she treated with great respect and warmth, or, like Zemfira, with undisguised delight. But the evening will not turn into "Song of the Year" when the artists took the stage, sang and fled. There is a dramatic basis. Despite the fact that this is a concert in memory of Luce, she will be present on stage and in the hall. The host will be Maxim Averin, and Lucy will become his co-host. Everything is built in such a way that they will complement each other. A very good actress (until I open all the cards), she will not be made up like Lucy, but will play her in those places that seemed very important to us, where we did not find the necessary material and through this actress restored how it could be, be here herself Lucy. In general, it should turn out interesting, if only there is enough time to implement everything the way we want.
Lyudmila Markovna charged everyone with her irrepressible energy.
- Was the choice of songs by the artists unexpected for you?
Yes, it was not easy. When inviting artists, I understood that many of them would agree to perform, but it was important for me to offer them the number that would be combined, in my opinion, with them, but, unfortunately, this was not always the case. As a result, we faced such a problem: Lucy had a large repertoire built for her, a huge acting component, and where it seemed to us that this song would be performed by this or that performer, it suddenly turned out that the artists themselves said that they could not to do ... But we discussed everything in a friendly way, came up with it. These will be new interpretations with new arrangements. Before that, no one had sung Lyusina's songs like that. For example, Zemfira will not re-sing anything - she will sing her hit "Do you want?" it happened by itself.
Was it such that one of the artists asked for a fee for participation? As they say, friendship is friendship, but you always want to eat ...
No, otherwise this concert would not have been possible at all. Everyone was very respectful, with understanding, no talk about fees even came close.
The things that we have in our house have been studied by specialists from the Stroganov Academy. This involved about forty people. A collective doctoral or candidate's dissertation has already been written there. I think Lucy would have been amazed to learn about this
Lyudmila Gurchenko and Sergei Senin in their Moscow apartment. Photo: newsliga.ru
They say that you want to open a memorial museum in the apartment where you lived with Lyudmila Markovna for many years. How do you imagine this idea in reality?
I don’t want to call it a museum, a museum is something frozen. It will be a workshop museum. The whole apartment is allocated for this, because of this I was forced to rent a house for myself, because if you do this, it is unrealistic to live there. So now I live outside the city - there is fresh air, and the dogs are happy.
This case is interesting to me, otherwise everything would lie like a dead weight and be quietly eaten by moths. Lucy left a colossal man-made legacy: costumes, accessories, jewelry, handbags, belts. There are more than 800 costumes alone. Moscow has already hosted exhibitions that lasted for about a year, in the Sheremetev Palace in St. Petersburg, recently an exhibition was held in Rostov. This happens all the time, and not because I am trying to organize it: the museums themselves turn to me.
So many things - and how to store it? Restoring is a whole business. Therefore, such an idea was born - to open a museum. Five years have passed since Lucy died, but still we find some incredible things that even I could not notice, and now people who understand this are discovering some deep meaning of these things. Therefore, I and my new friends, and among them - scientists, professors, academicians, felt that there is an interest in this. If these things die, it will be a pity. Today, nobody makes such dresses that Lucy herself made and invented.
- And how quickly did you decide to go through all her things?
In the first months after she left, I was in a state of complete dullness. And suddenly I got a call from a Moscow gallery and museum, and this is how it all began. The head of the wardrobe department came to my house and dry-cleaned every thing, each now has its own wardrobe trunk, everything is numbered, hanging on hangers. Everything in the house has been photographed and studied. Specialists from the Stroganov Academy worked from different areas: some were engaged in finishing suits, others - attributes and accessories, and still others - Gzhel and ceramics. This involved about forty people. A collective doctoral or candidate's dissertation has already been written there. I think Lucy would have been amazed to learn about this.
I myself began to figure it out. And so you look - the chanterelle and the chanterelle are hanging, but it turns out that there is no price for it - not in the sense that it costs a lot of money: there is already a historical value there. History - it also goes away. We also want to make an exhibition of black and white photographs, there are hundreds of thousands of them. For twenty years I could not go over and now I continue, but not alone, thank God.
Lyudmila Markovna has repeatedly received the title of the most stylish actress. Photo from the personal archive of Lyudmila Gurchenko
- Does this mean that your living space will become a museum on a permanent basis?
No, the museum in the apartment is still out of necessity, because renting a room is fabulous money, but I am a stubborn and stubborn person, so my friends and I are promoting this, but for now everything will be in the apartment. Why a workshop museum? Professionals and non-professionals will come here, people who want to learn something. For example, good masters will show some kind of accessory that Lyudmila Markovna had and tell you how to make with your own hands what is of value today. And then life will show whether it will take place or not. But I really hope that everything will work out. Over time, perhaps, the city authorities will show an interest in creating a room where a full-fledged gallery could be made.
The entrance will be free, because it is designed primarily for those who are really interested. There are already those who are ready to help, everything needs to be maintained and restored. We can say that these will be donations "from their own".
From October 1 to October 15, an exhibition of dolls and angels, which Lyudmila Markovna has collected all her life, will be held in Moscow.
More than twenty production centers approached me to make a film about Luce. I saw serials about Tolkunova, Pugacheva, I generally keep quiet about Zykina. And I understood that if I behave categorically, it will end the same. So I met everyone
The ring made of white gold with a sapphire, presented by Lyudmila Markovna, has not yet been removed by Sergei Senin. Photo: Felix Rosenstein / Gordon Boulevard
- Your whole life still revolves around Lyudmila Markovna. What are you doing for a living now?
I gave three years to the theater of Armen Dzhigarkhanyan, now I work as an assistant to the artistic director of the theater. E. Vakhtangov Rimas Tuminas. This work is different, but it is also very difficult and takes a lot of time. Rimas is an old friend of mine with whom we have gone through a lot in work and in life. And I'm happy to be working with him. This theater is number one today. There are many interesting things. True, this work is tearing me to pieces in connection with the upcoming concert and exhibition, but all people are sympathetic to my position, so I think everything will be all right.
Lately, many biopics have been filmed about our contemporaries. I know that director Sergei Aldonin recently started shooting the 16-episode film "Lyusya Gurchenko". Have you asked permission?
A year and a half or two ago, I received an endless stream of calls from various film companies and production centers that wanted to make a film about Lyusya. More than twenty have applied in total. I understood that this is a very delicate topic and that one cannot simply say no over the phone. We are witnesses of how unscrupulous people act: they take history, change one letter in their last name, two in their first name and do whatever they want. I saw this in the TV series about Valya Tolkunova, about Pugacheva, about Zykina, I generally keep quiet. And I understood that if I behave categorically, it will end the same. Therefore, I chose a different tactic: I decided that I needed to know everything from the inside, so I met with everyone and asked two questions: who plays Lyudmila Markovna and who plays her father. Because without Lyusya's pope Mark Gavrilovich it is impossible to create any story about Luce. There was an incredible connection between them, and without him her whole life would be incomprehensible. In the end, what I heard from the directors who came, terrified me, but I did not show the view. Sometimes I managed to disappear, someone still had to abruptly refuse, some even began to scare me, they said, if you refuse, we will do like everyone else: change the surnames - and the story about Luce will turn out, but you legally cannot show us no claims.
Julia Peresild will play Lyudmila Markovna in the film by Sergei Aldonin. Photo: videozal.su
Seryozha Aldonin (Lucy knew him; a good theater director, by the way) came to the meeting with a young producer. Both their eyes are burning, and I realized that they want to do a big, important thing. They named good artists: Lyudmila Markovna will be played by Yulia Peresild, whom I like as an actress, Nikolai Dobrynin as a father, the type is well chosen, and Nadya Mikhalkova as Lucy's mother in her youth. Decent company.
But I had a condition that the basis of the film should be the book "My Adult Childhood". This is war, Kharkov, the corpses that Lucy saw. It was at that time that such a phenomenon as Lyudmila Markovna Gurchenko was born.
In general, the guys took it seriously and after a while they sent the script. I did not like him. We met again, discussed everything, and they took a time-out for six months. Aldonin rewrote the script himself. The second version was already good, serious work. In any case, I hope that the film will not be based on the yellow press. Moreover, we agreed that the period they will talk about will begin with her birth and end in 1983 - 1985. Then perestroika began. This time is closer to us - why shoot it when everything is on the Internet, chronicles and gossip.
As for the rest, I am glad that the film fell into the hands of decent comrades, and I believe that it will be a clean job, and how talented it will be, no one can say, we'll see. I was on the set only once.
- By the way, is it true that in Kharkiv the street will be named after Lyudmila Markovna?
I think that would be correct. Kharkov should be proud that Lucy was born there. But there are laws according to which a street can be named only after ten years. In any case, no one contacted me. I remember the story of the monument that they wanted to erect to Lyusa in Kharkov, but then they never did. This situation exhausted her greatly. She did not know anything about it, but at that time some quarrels began, everything fell on her poor head, and she never dreamed of knowing what monument and what.
Lucy never had an abundance of jewelry, everything was modest. I gave her old rings with precious stones, she was always fond of very expensive jewelry, but these are not simple trinkets. It happens that good jewelry is more expensive than jewelry.
Two stars - two bright stories. Barbara Brylska and Lyudmila Gurchenko. Photo: Alexander Lazarenko / "Gordon Boulevard"
- Not so long ago lawyer Yulia Kaygorodova, who helped you resolve conflicts over the division of property with Gurchenko's daughter Masha, admitted that Lyudmila Markovna had almost no expensive jewelry - everything she wore was mostly good jewelry. How could this be?
Lucy never had an abundance of jewelry, everything was very modest. She loved antique jewelry. I gave her earrings and rings with precious and semi-precious stones. Dima Gordon once presented very beautiful earrings with emeralds ...
Lyudmila Gurchenko and Dmitry Gordon really had a long-term friendship. Photo: Felix Rosenstein / Gordon Boulevard
Lucy was also fond of very expensive jewelry, but these are not simple trinkets. It happens that good jewelry is more expensive than jewelry. There was such jewelry, which you will not find in the daytime with fire. But she also added a lot to it herself, then it was generally an unreal, fantastic thing, but for those who understand, the rest do not care.
Lyudmila Gurchenko's daughter Maria made peace with Sergei Senin almost five years after her mother's death. Photo: labs.exalead.com
And with Masha we decided all the cases, there were no courts. Through no fault of mine, we solved them five years later, and decided as I suggested at the very beginning. Quiet, calm, everyone is happy. Masha will be at the anniversary concert. We were with her last year in St. Petersburg at the birthday party of Lyudmila Markovna, so everything is fine. We did not even have any struggle for an apartment. Masha has a dacha, I have an apartment. I paid her a decent amount as compensation for the fact that I had Lucy's things left to go to the museum. Because if we started to share the things that were left, we would go crazy. Our grandchildren would still finish these cases. Masha understands that I am doing this on purpose. In addition, she has her own problems, children, grandchildren. But the fact that I am alive is a guarantee that these things will persist for at least some coming decades, and then I don’t know how it will be. I don't think about any story in the future - I just would be insanely sorry if it all disappeared. I know that the Hermitage is also showing interest in Lucy's handmade costumes, there are also extraordinary things there!
Lucy always enjoyed performing in gay clubs, and she had many friends from this circle. We had normal relations with everyone. She considered these people the most grateful audience.
Lyudmila Markovna speaking at the Kiev gay club. Alexey Panin threw himself at the feet of the actress. Photo: e-motion.tochka.net
I still remember one of the last unofficial visits of Lyudmila Markovna to Kiev: she came to the opening of a gay club on Khreshchatyk. A small basement room, there were so many people that she could hardly make her way to the stage, there was not enough air. And then I thought that such stress at her age could really be decided only for the sake of money. Has she needed them in recent years?
Lucy always performed with pleasure in such institutions, and she had many friends from this circle. We had normal relations with everyone. She considered these people the most grateful audience. Beginning with "Motley Twilight" she had a premonition of something ... A man lived his best years with downtime at work, but here it seemed like he wanted to make up for everything. I tried to stop this process, to streamline it, but I realized that it was pointless.
The last two years - 2010 and 2011 - have been a real madness for her. But such is the acting life. If our actors of the Soviet cinema received according to their talent and contribution, then one "Carnival Night" in America would cost her what! Take pictures - and live happily ever after. And we didn't have that, so when it became possible to earn money, the strength was not the same and the demand was not the same, but she always had to overcome something in order to be at the top.
- Could you put some money aside, or did everyone immediately live and invest in their needs?
I can't say that we made crazy money - rather, they were normal. This allowed us not to deny ourselves anything, but also not to live in luxury. There was no waste because there was nothing to waste. We lived modestly, without frills, but we could safely go abroad, change cars of good brands every two years. The apartment was in the center of Moscow, in the best area, but more than modest - 120 meters. And also a very modest dacha. All this was enough for a happy life and work.
I remember when tough times came, in 1998, we did the first original musical "The Bureau of Happiness", the cast - more than a hundred people ... Suddenly a default broke out. I had to get my hard-earned money and invest in this business, otherwise it would not have worked. With “Motley Twilight” in 2008, the situation was the same. We start filming, the state allocates 1 million rubles for a picture, and this is, at best, a fourth part for a modest film. A crisis comes, the ruble falls - and we again sell something of our own, take it out of our bosom and invest in the project.
There is a duty every weekend at Lucy's grave. I am calm, because I myself have begun to visit less often, there is not enough time due to such busyness as now, but I know that there are reliable and loyal people. Many people call them fans - this is probably so, because they have been on watch for five years.
The grave of Lyudmila Gurchenko at the Novodevichy cemetery is cleaned every weekend by fans in turn. Photo: kpmedia.ru
When Lyudmila Markovna passed away, a Russian tabloid published a photograph of her in a coffin. What was your reaction?
I've seen this magazine! Someone slipped it under the door of my apartment. Everything went cold for me, but not because this photo was published. It’s just that I once again saw the lifeless Lucy. And so - I do not care about them. Journalists have brought so many troubles to us in life, I despise so many of them, they are just nonhumans! How much mud was poured on Lyusya even after death! But I myself do not read anything on purpose, except that it catches my eye without my desire. Many books have been written about her, most of them are mediocre. The best was written by journalist Valery Kichin, the book is simply amazing!
There are guys from Lyusa's VKontakte group who help me look after her grave and the grave of her parents buried at the Vagankovskoye cemetery, her grandson Mark is also there, and they look after his grave. And on Novodevichy every weekend there is a watch. I am calm, because I myself have begun to visit less often, there is not enough time due to such busyness as now, but I know that there are reliable and loyal people. Many people call them fans, and in a sense they are really fans, because for the past five years they have been keeping a kind of watch, cleaning, wiping the monument, throwing away withered flowers. They could go about their business, but they come there, it is important for them. I thought - well, probably some time will pass, as usually happens: at first everything is close by, and at the end there are two people left. But no, they still come every weekend and bring their children, I scold them for this, but I can’t do anything, thanks for being there anyway, without them it would be completely sad.
- Do you dream about Lyudmila Markovna, do you feel her presence?
Yes, I see her very often. The last time I dreamed yesterday, but this is connected with the concert, when the balls are already dropping into the rollers. I check everything through Lyusya all the time, consult with her. For the first six months it was not at all that I had not seen dreams with her - I could not recall her face in my memory. Such a strange bump in my head happened. And then I dreamed, but I did not see her in my dream, I only knew that it was Lucy standing on the bridge, and there was no one there. Some kind of dream.
- How do you consult with her?
I sit down and imagine how she would say in this situation. Lucy has always made wise decisions. Sometimes I categorically disagreed, and then after a while I realized how insightful, fair and wise she was, how she accurately assessed people, actions, actions. Some kind of wisdom was embedded in her. And it helps today. It happens that I cannot find an answer, a desperate situation, then again I consult with her.
They say that people who are married will be together in the next world. You were officially married, but you weren't married. Do you regret it now?
These are such difficult things ... I was tormented recently that I erected a monument on the grave, and there is no cross there.
In general, of course, I regret a lot ... I behaved incorrectly, made me nervous, suffered, was rude. When you live and work together, you don't notice many things. If I returned that time, I would be more attentive, I would forbid her to do any work in order to save strength and health, but this is all in the past.
Do you wear a wedding ring? In general, are there things presented by Lyudmila Markovna that you do not part with?
I took off mine, now two of our rings are at home together. And I wear a white gold ring with a sapphire. It is always with me. Lucy gave it to me in 1995, when we were in New York. It's not expensive, bought from a very good store on Fifth Avenue. And a pectoral cross of the 19th century, which she bought me at the Izmailovsky opening day in Moscow in 1993.
If I am alone, then I will be alone, not alone, so not alone. All the same, my attitude, memory and twenty years that we lived with Lucy will not disappear from this. This is definitely forever!
"I took off my engagement ring, our two rings are now at home together." Photo: donbass.ua
- But you admit that sooner or later you will arrange your life again?
Why make a guess? Probably ... I can't say no, that's it, never. Life goes on so that you make plans, and then bam - and everything turned upside down. As it will be, so it will be. If I am alone, then I will be alone, not alone, so not alone. I think that's okay. All the same, my attitude, memory and twenty years that we lived with Lucy will not disappear from this. This is definitely forever! And everything else is life that requires something. It is very difficult for one to do, for example, everyday life, housekeeping and solve some primitive issues. Although I have a housekeeper who worked with us under Luce. Now she began to come less, because there is less work outside the city. But she is with me, helps, cleans up. And my friends don't leave me either.
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Haim Oliver
How I became a movie star
May I come to you, comrade Boyanov? - he asked.
I invited him into the room. He did not ask about anything, because he already knew something about the events unfolding around him. And he silently took out a stack of notebooks from his bosom and put it on my table. The notebooks were stained with soot, as if they were being stored in a chimney.
What is it, Encho? - I was surprised.
He sighed and smiled a kind of forced, wooden smile, while a broken tooth flashed in his mouth.
What we talked about last week. The adventures and experiences that I promised to describe, but I could not convey to you before - my mother did not let me out of the house anywhere, kept it under lock and key, like a prisoner.
Kind of like a memoir, huh?
I don’t know, maybe it’s a memoir. I am writing here about Golden Bells, about how I became a movie star, and now I am becoming a Man with a capital letter ... I give you my notebooks, and if it happens that I ... um ... do not return, then my friends are Milena from the third desks, Kiki Detective, as well as Black Computer, that is, engineer Chernev - and you will learn from them what happened to me during my short life ... You are my friend too, Comrade Boyanov?
Of course, Encho, ”I replied, surprised by the funeral tone in which it was uttered. - I am flattered by your trust, but, frankly, I don’t understand anything: you are going to act in a real film, the whole country will see you on the screen, where does such despondency come from?
Encho sighed again, tears in his hoarse, breaking voice this time:
Read it - and you will understand everything ... Only, you know, - he hastily added, - my grammar is not very good: there are mistakes, commas are out of place, and the style ...
Nothing, Encho, nothing! I reassured him generously. - I will correct, although I myself am not such a great stylist. Have you thought of becoming a writer?
In response, he sighed again and - in a very tragic tone - explained:
Mom says - you need not a writer, but a screenwriter, but only after I become a movie star, and then also a director. She says that in our time, a harmonious person should be both a screenwriter and a director at the same time. Because these people are the most famous and make a lot of money. But I… I… ”Then he bit his tongue, his eyes clouded with tears.
Ok, ok Encho, don't you worry ...
He smiled again with the feigned smile of a fashion model showing the public the latest fashions. Never before had I seen such an idiotic smile on his face.
I went ... - he muttered.
Of course, I said, go. It's already late. The houses will be worried.
Could it have occurred to me then where he was going?
The next day I sat down with the notebooks I had left. He corrected quite a few language errors (however, he did not correct some of them, because I don’t know if they were errors or peculiarities of the author’s style), divided the text into chapters and came up with subheadings. Everything else is left as it was written by Encho himself, including the expressions, words, musical, cinematographic and technical terms he underlined, the accuracy of which I can not vouch for.
The linguistic features inherent in Encho's age, which reflected his ambivalent attitude towards reality, were also left unchanged. You yourself will feel: in some places it is a look at the life of a boy, a child, and in some places - a teenager, a young man. After all, Encho has already reached the line between these two ages, and soon he will become a Man.
It took me two months to prepare the manuscript for printing. But with its author, I again met only three days after he handed me his notebooks, and this happened under very dramatic circumstances. But that's another story, I'll tell you later, first get to know his own life story.
So, the floor is given to Encho Marinov.
Part one. The path to immortality
1. How it all began ...
According to my mom - like in an American action movie. But I remember very well that it all started with a TV announcement.
It was Saturday night, my dad and I were sitting in front of the TV, waiting for eleven hours, when we were supposed to show the ninth episode of the detective film "Ransom - a million dollars." It tells about gangsters who hide a girl in a basement and demand a million dollars from her parents for her release. Mom was fixing my jeans and persuading me to go to bed:
For the singer, Encho, the worst thing is not getting enough sleep, from this not only the voice deteriorates, the complexion deteriorates.
And I had no time for sleep: I really wanted to know if the parents of the kidnapped girl would get a million dollars or not. Dad stood up for me, he said to mom:
Nothing that special? Let the boy sit, look, tomorrow is Sunday, sleep off.
It's always like this with mom and dad, they disagree on all important issues. And most of all they argue about me and my future. The fact is that my dad runs a pharmacy warehouse, everyone in the city respects him, because he can get any medicine. He instills in me that I need to take a course for some respectable profession and get rid of the various vulgar women’s undertakings there - to become a pop singer or something like that. Mom, of course, does not agree with this, and quarrels and disputes flare up every now and then.
And in the midst of an argument, whether I should go to sleep or not, an announcer appeared on the TV screen and said: "Attention, dear viewers, listen to an important message!"
Quiet! Dad shouted. - This is probably about how the football meeting in Madrid ended.
However, the announcer read something completely different:
“As already reported, the launch of a new Bulgarian feature film“ The Childhood of Orpheus ”is to be launched soon. Scriptwriter - writer Vladilen Romanov, director Mikhail Marishki, composer Yulian Petrov-Kamenov. The film crew requires boys and girls from 10 to 14 years old to perform the main and episodic roles. We invite all those wishing to take part in the filming on April 26 at 10 am in the Sofia Palace of Pioneers for the first round of the qualifying competition. Preference will be given to those who own any instrument - guitar, flute or harp, and also know how to sing. Theatrical and musical groups will be specially invited ”.
A heart-rending squeal drowned out the voice of the announcer for a minute. I turned around and saw that my mother was reclining in a chair and holding her heart, barely breathing. I got scared, I thought that she had a heart attack and she was dying. Dad probably thought the same thing, he jumped up, leaned over to her, slapped her on the cheeks, frightened