Biography Hooligan 72

Well, about you, if you are a woman, of course, too. And if a man, then “do not lose heart, lieutenant Golitsyn! Are you Kornet Obolensky? Then “Square the horse! Mikhail Zvezdinsky succeeded. He is a beginner of a separate genre in art - a beloved White Guard romance in Russia. As well as the author of the ballad “burning, crying candles”, and, of course, is sung against the will: “...

with the wind in the field once a confused”. And Mikhail Zvezdinsky is also a man who was the first to organize nightclubs in the USSR, where shepherds, artists, poets, and fashion model walked. Galina Brezhneva herself was there with her gentlemen. If you add to this that Zvezdinsky - noble blood, a hereditary convict, and his wife Nona is a Decembrist, then a portrait of the favorite of the public will become brighter.

About himself, about the time, about the White Guard, about the sixteen years of camps for the anti -Soviet, about how “candles on the old parquet are melted” thanks to Vysotsky, and Pugachev does not sing in front of the Georgian princes, and Mikhail Zvezdinsky frankly, more than ever, said MK. Photo: from the personal archive - Michael, are you an acting officer by origin?

My grandfather is a personnel officer, a colonel of the engineering troops of the tsarist army who participated in the Brusilovsky breakthrough. In M adopted a revolution. For many years, he worked as a military commissar in the department of Ordzhonikidze, was engaged in heavy industry. And in M ​​was arrested. The noble origin failed. During the search, the young Gpushnik discovered his letters to his wife, which his grandfather invariably signed: “I kiss your hands, always in love with you, a lieutenant,” because he fell in love with my grandmother at the Junker School, they idolized each other all his life.

From there, by the way, the “lieutenant” took up in my life. Well, the representative of the bodies then said: “There are no guarantors in the Red Army! My father fought in Spain, passed the entire Great Patriotic War. One day, the train, in which he was driving, was bombed by the Germans. The captivity, and then the escape ended with a standard script: the penal battalion and the Stalinist camps, from where he did not return.

Mom also drank from the bitter fate of the prisoner. She was a modest drawing of the Tupolev design bureau and was exiled to Pavlodar for an absurd charges of issuing some secret information. Then the mother was released according to the amnesty, and she again began to build Soviet power from morning to night. I saw her only on Sundays. But my grandmother was a graduate of the Smolny Institute.

I owe a lot to her. Thanks to my grandmother, at the age of four, I learned to read, at the age of five I wrote freely. At an early age, Bulgakov read - “Run”, “White Guard” in Samizdat - and Bunin. And in the evenings, my grandmother told me the story of her extraordinary love and read the preserved letters of my grandfather from the front with a miracle. Perhaps it was then in my subconscious and the theme of the White Guard arose.

I was not even an October nor a pioneer. And he heard in response: “God forbid, that boy is the feces of hell. He betrayed his father. " And, you will laugh, God did not give. The next day, playing with the guys in snowballs, I accidentally crawled the school principal in the eye. Naturally, no pioneers accepted me to any. I was a bully, for which I was more than once excluded from school.

But at the age of 14, I already earned money - I played dancing. Then he entered the music school, where he studied in the class of percussion instruments. Then he began to perform his songs in the Aelita cafe, which was located in the arms of the Lane. We played jazz, then there was a very strong passion for this genre. And there the whole metropolitan bohemia gathered, the sixties performed: Voznesensky, Yevtushenko, Rozhdestvensky, Okudzhava, Galich, Bella Akhmadulina.

There was complete democracy: there was a microphone, if you are a poet, composer - go out, read, sing. And I sang there “fascinated, bewitched”, “candles”, “lieutenant Golitsyn” but we were happy in vain, the Khrushchev “thaw” sharply ended with a bulldozer exhibition, and people began to plant for dissent. And in the “lieutenant” in the classic version there are such lines: “After all, tomorrow in the morning, a squadron, in the morning, would go to the red bastard in the red bastard, as a result, a girlfriend, who worked for the KGB.

So loved jazz! Well, once I called for a visit to go to the car, her brother sat at the wheel, drove half a kilometer - and a whistle. Everyone burst out of the car, and I stayed. The patrolmen said that the car is wanted, in the trunk stolen things, no matter how much I explained that I ended up there, in the back seat, with a guitar, by chance, everything is useless.

He spent six months under investigation in the "sailor silence" and received two years conditionally. So for the first time they explained to me that I was not singing. I remember that in the m year I worked in Abkhazia as the artistic director of the Moscow Variet, and Presnyakov Sr. was the musical leader. And the little leader ran around the hall, and to him, a handsome boy with curls, they gave 50, rubles to take it to the orchestra.

His mother - Lena Presnyakova sang there. And then he came to Abkhazia Yevtushenko on some symposium there. I introduced him to our choreographer, she was so bright.Every evening we had dinner somewhere together, and he told me several times: “After“ Lieutenant Golitsyn ”and“ fascinated, bewitched ”you can no longer write anything anymore. You said your word with these ballads both in poetry and in music.

” But I did not listen and wrote several hundreds of songs, romances, ballads. Photo: from the personal archive - and how much did you spend the belts in places not so remote? I reinforced the time already on strict mode. It was in the army. At first I served in the army ensemble in Tomsk, but since I was not distinguished by discipline, I was sent to correct in construction.

And there I get a telegram: "Mom has a heart attack, she is at death." I am to the authorities, but it is in no way: “We will not let go, and that’s it! And then he left the unit. He sold his very expensive English printer “Premier” and reached Moscow on the Perenniye, found doctors, took out expensive medicines and went out of his mother. Thank God, she lived then for a very long time.

And upon returning, I was arrested for "unauthorized abandonment of the military unit with insulting the senior officer." And in the end, I received five years of strict regime, which I spent in the forested, in the taiga of Kraslag. But I received the main term later - for the “organization of night banquets outside the school time with the extraction of income” and, most importantly, for “anti -Soviet propaganda”, this was already in the year.

And if Galina Brezhneva did not like my work, would you have shot how you met? They came after a cabaret, the guests played cards for frantic money, which lay on the tables with slides. There I met Galya Brezhneva, we were brought by her friend Enes - a model that is very famous in the “golden” party world. We exchanged phones, and she began to come. And later, in E, when I opened the restaurants “Arkhangelskoye”, “Rus'”, “pine forest”, “old castle”, “Iveria”, she also visited there.

She came with the guards, they stayed in the car, Galya did not let them into the hall, where she had her own tables. She then experienced love with Igor Kio, it was real feelings, although Igor was much younger than her. Then, by order of Gali, on the weekend, the registry office was opened and painted them, and they went to Sochi for a walk. But they reported to Brezhnev, he ordered the marriage to dissolve.

Galya herself told me about this, her hasty marriage with Kio was mercilessly destroyed: Igor was sent somewhere to the Novosibirsk circus, and she was put under house arrest. Then she had a romance with Liepa, and we went to the Bolshoi Theater. Galya did a lot of good deeds, and in life the bohemian was a woman. She loved to set the table, she drank a pepper, Martini poured me.

Then I picked up a guitar and sang in my hands, and she sat on a fluffy carpet with a glass in her hand and sang along to me: "Owner-O-Vosana, Rolesho-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OI And once her next husband came in-1st deputy Shchelokov, and she says to him: “Hey, you, general, take a glass and stand standing for Mishenkino health. He has a spark of God, and you have an "Eeneral".

And he drank, although his nodules simply walked with a shaking. It was unpleasant for me, I asked her: “Why?