"Once on the set of our program in Stockholm, I decided to look into the souvenir shop. At the entrance stood two women who spoke Russian. "Let me go," I asked. Women gave way, giving me the opportunity to immerse yourself in the study of the range of gnomes, magnets, etc. Gift nonsense. Next will reproduce literally.
- Sorry, and you - someone? - one of the ladies came to me.
"We are all - someone," I replied uncertainly.
- AAA ... - She agrees concilibly with her hand. - And I thought: some kind of artist.
Mikhail Kozhukhov wrote a book
Of course, the artist! The newly memorable role in the cinema was the episode of the second plan in Leonid Gaidai's comedy "can not be!". There I appear in the background exactly 2.5 seconds, disguised as a peddler Papile. With a real tray on the belt and duzhuzhai Kurdea of the beginning of the twentieth century. And although on the set, I struggled the system of Stanislavsky, no one except me, identify me, alas, does not have time.
Gaidai films were scarcefully funny, lungs, and Leonid Iovich himself remembered to me silent, herself on his mind. Maybe it was different, but it remained in memory. I didn't even know that he fought in Mongolia, then at the Kalinin front, made a feat, was injured, awarded ...
But Nina Golshkova in those years was very combat! For some reason, it was her who fell a dubious honor to buy a mattress on a wooden basis, to which I then adjusted the legs to serve me the bed. Why it was impossible to buy a child a normal bed, why the mattress had to go exactly the scallop, do not even ask. I do not remember! I remember how we went with her to the store on the outskirts of Moscow and how, having learned it, the saleswomen looked like.
- Oh, and how is your surname? - Breaks one of them.
- Golshkova, and your? - Nina Pavlovna instantly answered.
- PEE. Etrov, - embarrassed, washed with that.
- That's good. Do you have mattresses?
But I distracted by movies. Once I was invited to the role of the Spanish partisan. That is, the squad was our, fought in the German rear, but the fighter of an invisible front, according to the script, was Spaniard and spoke in his native language. Me, as a connoisseur, and called.
"That's, grate it for samples," the director Artist's artist took me. She followed me by an indulgent look and answered:
- And what to make it? He and so ... as partisans.
Well, how could you be offended by an artist?! Meanwhile, it is clearly seen: Makeleers in other countries work carefully with artists, seeking portrait resemblance to me. But, in my opinion, only a master of making swords from "Kill Bill" managed. The rest is not very. "