Death — it's not a problem. The problem — a life lived without any meaning.
Lama OLE Nydahl
Gently fold the scraps of his memories of friend and storyteller Vladimir Zakharov around.
— You state helps? – ask the Koreans storyteller, holding out a finger to shake the Hedgehog.
— the Us government does not interfere! — meets Hedgehog and glances at the storyteller: am I right?
— Hmm, we have the government always helps the creative teams and people.
"I've never taken to plays Volodya!" — usually lauded by friends and fans... I want to write Zakharov, but he once lamented: "for some reason people don't want to call me by my name..." well, the fans brag about it! Because to bring a person into a real fairy tale — the most that neither is a great merit. Especially in this story — Vladimir Zakharov.
And we, too, who not only brought theatre of the Living dolls — and Koreans, and Chinese, and Americans, and Muscovites, and Petersburgers... and physicists, philosophers, psychologists, professors, and students. All the reaction was the same: "it doesn't look like anything!", "it's the best we've seen!", "there is another world...", "thank you, what brings you here!", and someone did not want to talk, not to startle the senses.
a colleague of her husband, a Korean, a Professor of physics and mathematics, I decided, after retirement, moving in with him in the theater on the second floor, "if Volodya be allowed". And Professor of XI'an on a large Banquet at his University recommended that all mandatory to see in Russia is the theatre of the Living dolls Vladimir Zakharov.
For me now the world is divided into two: those who went to Volodin theater and those who were not there. And the second category is subdivided into two: those who wanted but not so much to come, and those who have and had no plans. Who went to plays and loved the theatre Volodin — sensitive, romantic, able to hear myself and others thinking about the meaning of relationship, of friendship, of love, who sees stars, raindrops, blades of grass, trees and hedgehogs.
Who wanted to, but is not strong enough to come — sympathizers who are able to hear but something was missing...
And who were not interested and were not in the plan — living in a small cramped hard square world... sorry.
And we drop on the scales.
a Disproportionate objects
And itogah looking for answers...
And the arrow lying hopelessly.
Not allowed to
something important
building a Fence from the earth,
the views, opinions and grievances.
His hiding in the soul of the dark,
do Not respond to the cry
And waiting for what the moment will come
And everything will change... probably...**
the audience going
Man-theater Volodya was something too human in our inhuman century. He didn't sell theater tickets (we have to put in a bag wooden grandmother as much as I wanted), not sold pancakes, muffins, tea, candy and pizza at the buffet, and just entertained. And if we wanted, we left the money in a canvas bag, and as much as I wanted.
He never intended to make money as difficult as it is. For example, your house he appeared exactly 25 years after arrival to Tomsk. And this house was small, low, wooden in the alley South. But his he turned to a fairy tale sawed the roof into two parts and one part made of glass, and the second left hardwood (remember, helped him to cut Alex Chen, a famous Tomsk tailor. And then Alex sighed wearily, "Yes, it's not the needle to swing!").
And a little stooped hut turned into a house of the puppeteer. Volodya built a spiral staircase under the roof (he was very fond of what spiral stairs), the railing is driftwood which was holding a wooden sitting boy and stretched out wooden beauty. And be sure the first thing Volodya gathered in the home fireplace — real stone. These cozy warm munchausens the stove somehow also very fond of. Instead of crystal chandeliers hung wood widely ramified branch on which sat numerous duimovochka wood elves with lanterns to beaded handles.
the Familiar melody leads into the woods.
That bird's voice,
the Cuckoo is,
Frog
the Nightingales
the terms of some mosses
And drown careful steps.
stone Creek at the bottom – at the bottom –
the Owner of these places.
He local places at will change
This property
all at Once to change
I do not know.
Rocky ridge all fenced off from the world.
there is peace
There's a vanity industry, commodities.
How to get here?
I'll tell you.
Follow her.
First,
She had to escape from those usual put
Silence.
a Joke
And deception
Avoid unnecessary meetings
Not necessary
the Hard way...**
And I met him in 1988 at the theater buffoons. He lived in the basement theater room, and we entered him in the box and went down... in a fairy tale. I then first saw, that turned into a story everything is possible. Volodya amazing because he turns everything into a miracle, every situation for him is an interesting challenge. As if the world did not turn to him, his eyes lit up from the fact that there is a place for imagination and creativity. "When I was asked: "is that happened there..." , I think, so as not to seem presumptuous, thought through as possible and if there are any clues, I answered "you". Then it all occurred. I never did, no idea how it happened, but did..."*.
— This is bad... Everything will go to seek the sun!
— Well, where are you? Night, snow, cold...
But all as bad without the sun!
— be Patient...
— it's always all bad, but sit and suffer! But must be at least one nerd who will go and find the sun!
— where to look?
how do I know? But do not sit idly by?!
Volodya was so fabulous and kind, I do not know how to be angry and to swear, even if people deserved it. For example, from the cash register, which sat a wooden grandma, several times stolen money, stolen once even grandmother, had to make a new one. The cashier had to move from the entrance into the hall. Were students who have received unjust and unfair... And when it was very difficult, he was not angry, not poured out of a complaint to anyone, not write angry posts... he just went into the woods for a couple days. Treated myself to the forest.
as always, if doing something important: the wind in your face and all that... This is tough. But they have to overcome. It is necessary to overcome the difficulties, otherwise you'll never learn to do properly.**
Yes, it was not easy. But the complexity of it was not in something, to regain, and everything was subordinated to one idea — the theater, the puppets, the audience. And he was in the theatre, storyteller and fairy tale.
And we all love him infinitely for your kindness, absolute honesty, love, openness and courage in all.
— I'd go back, but then I will be even worse!
— Why?
— Everyone will think I chickened out.
— And how would they know?
— still know! Cowardice can not hide!
— And if we perish?
— anyway, we'll take a step for others.**
And went with a crew to look for the sun.
— I'll cry for you.
— You are to blame! I didn't want to hurt you... You yourself wanted me to tame you.
— Yes, of course...**
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* Gumerova R. V. World of a creative personality. – 2009. P. 143. – Electronic version: https://www.b17.ru/book/220/
** poems and quotes Vladimir Zakharov.
On the TV channel Culture of Vladimir Zakharov around: https://tvkultura.ru/brand/show/brand_id/58040/
How to find the sun: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zO3Phfkkm8M&feature=share&noapp=1&client=mv-google&fbclid=IwAR38lLSJA_SpJg_6IXjYbEyOSWEWuAfQw43yG-hwevaSLuB1IiY-66EqJC8&app=desktop
