Book: The scattered pages

Respect the first commandment of human society.

If you are killed in the fourth act, it is impossible to get in the ground already with the stricken man.

For me the word "garden" means all the best in the world. All my thoughts, aspirations, dreams of home, of happiness in this word.

Not at all unpleasant to live in the end of the century... When you go into the cottage to friends in a suburban train and sitting next to the boys talking about her, interrupting each other, quoting the article from the magazine "Tekhnika molodezhi" or "Science and life" or something, I just can not understand, to grasp the idea, I some words even pronounce something fails. Then I want to scream, "Wait! Take me with him!" and even to jump on the bandwagon of the last wagon trains, leaving them in the twenty-first century.

Russian language! How I love you. What a joy to be able to speak correctly in Russian, read and listen to beautiful Russian language! Now many say incorrectly, carelessly is stupid and immoral.

I even have the impression that how to educate children, you know everything except their parents. Someone said that the pedagogics is a science about how to raise other people's children.

I love winter only in March, when I know for sure that it was over.

The actors is a period when absolutely needed someone's help to climb even a small step. Most can't handle.

Still, you seventeen years or fifty, it's equally far from a four-year man. And to tell little stories from the face of the child was necessary so that room believed you. Empty imitative antics and baby talk is unacceptable, it just offends adults and children.

Interesting: some people, mastering the latest technology, almost fantastic, acquiring new modern profession, remain strangely unintelligent.

- Hey Victor, are you going to bother! I still like to sleep. I can even sleep on nails.
- No, my dear, you come on! Where I'm middle of the night nails would get?!

That's amazing - everybody said, "Rina! Rina!", a shot of the other Actresses. Perhaps, then, it was necessary to marry any filmmaker. But I didn't come to mind. Yes and they probably will too. And all were friends: Kozintsev, and Yutkevich, Barnet and Pudovkin, and Kasheverov, and Mikhalkov - the father and the sons.
Sometimes when meeting with my Directors and writers, tossing up her arms, shouting:
- Oh, dear! How about you remember? Was a wonderful episode! You would be so beautifully played!
Nikita Mikhalkov, for example, once fell on his knees in the middle of the street before the House of cinema and cried:
Rin! You are my favorite best actress!
I said
- So give me something, the worst.
He stood up, laughing, hugged me, kissed me and swore eternal love.
And so all his life...

Now very much in Vogue, the word "search". But still, the important thing is to find.