Photo: Sergey Dzhevakhashvili
Just a summer residence! So our suburban home was conceived and realized. The old close grandfather's wife's dacha required a flight ... And we began to build. God's craft sent to us unfinished we turned into a family home, its own, simple and cozy. Several items of family heritage: a buffet, an old sewing machine, a soul carved pier glass and small things from the past life of grandfathers and parents - created an uncomplicated life of our family nest. I eat spoons bought by my father, and my son and grandchildren drink tea in cup holders bought by me. Soul! When granddaughter Stefan comes into my workshop, he sighs and says: "Damn! Well, how cool you are! "And Katya's granddaughter, running on stairs with a walkie-talkie, gives us no peace and chooses where she will sleep today. My childhood home is a room of 24 square meters in a barracks. It was a former camp for German prisoners of war in the city of Sverdlovsk. Now I have ten times 24.
And I was born on the street Khmelev. In the next house once from the studio of Nikolai Khmelev was born the Theater. MN Ermolova, where Volodya and I have been serving since the student years to this day. Apparently, he brought me through the wall, and through the years, as it were, through the wall, stepped onto the stage of Yermolovsky. The general's apartment was cramped, but cozy and heartfelt. Above my crib hung an old tapestry with a picture of a house in the forest; when I was ill, I wove plaits from brushes on this rug and dreamed of such a house. Now the tapestry with the very pigtails is hanging in our bedroom a house that looks like my dream. And in the living room there is a buffet, at the corner of which grandfather the general put me 10 cents per bun.
Photo: Sergey DzhevakhashviliProbably from those very buns and grew beautiful Tanya, which is not so easy for me to approach.We played the play "The Snow Queen", Iwas a queen, and he is Kayem. I said: "Kiss me, boy. Are you afraid? "To which Zaitsev answered:" I'm afraid? I'm not afraid of anything! "And kissed ... When the romance was already fastened, all the participants of the children's play gathered in the wings to contemplate this non-childish kiss. Once we quarreled. I stand on the pedestal, it fits. I say: "Do not dare, do not touch, pretend to be theatrical, that's all." And he turns to the hall, and I have to kiss real.
Photo: Sergey DzhevakhashviliThis is how we live in disputes.The fireplace is still not covered, and the dressing table is not painted, because no one is giving up their positions. I say: "Tiles" ... She: "Stone!" I: "A mirror in old gold" ... She: "Dark wood!" That's why there is a pair of porcelain old men on the dressing table, bought in Germany. When I saw them behind the glass, I screamed: "Tanya, look, it's us!" These dolls are from my poem, written to Tanya: "Let's go through life together like this. Let's go into the eternal light together under an umbrella. Let no one, anywhere and never stop us from loving, forgiving and understanding always, in all years. Let you be a hundred and one, and me barely a hundred ... Yes, one of us two will not be left nobody!"
