Author of quotes: Danelia

In Canada the day after the screening of the film "Mimino" to me in the hotel arrived, the journalist. She was asking me about cinema and literature, architecture and painting, love and the destiny of mankind. (She spoke Russian with a nice accent). She liked how I responded, she laughed at my jokes. I was hard to talk, but she is young and attractive, it turned out.
And the next day in the newspaper, on the last page, I have my little picture under which was written: "... neither the clothes nor the manner of conduct of the Soviet Director Georgiy Daneliya's not like a KGB agent as he really is..."

People sometimes ask me:
- Did you met the bastard? Why not write about them in his books?
- Met bastards and traitors. And a lot of. But they are all tightly locked up in the dustbin of my memory. And input them in my memories is strictly prohibited.

The editor of the Association "the Word" Nina Skuybina asked me to finalize the screenplay an aspiring screenwriter Victoria Tokareva in her story "a Day without lies". <...> we Worked for about a month, the script was tight, and the Association accepted it and decided to start production. <...> Korenev, the painting was removed and put it on the shelf: "What do you mean "a Day without lies"? The rest of the time that the Soviet government is lying?"

My friend Oleg Zagare said that human life consists of fighting and of love. Love is love, fighting is a job. For women love for men to fight.

Introducing us to journalists, Lucy said that all the questions for the movie answer Directors Danelia and Talankin. But the first question was to the novel:
Mr. Bondarchuk, this is the second time in Mexico. What are your impressions?
Bondarchuk thought for a long time. Lucy repeated the question. Bondarchuk looked at Lucy, into the hall, again at Lucy, then back to the room... he was paulineli, and he said:
- British artist of Hoggard said that beauty is in diversity... And in Mexico never snow...
And Bondarchuk began to cry.

Polar twenty-five years he worked as a cook on various stations and during that time never had a vacation on the mainland - earned money. And now was going to buy a house in Crimea, a car, to get married.
And going on a plot of radishes to plant. And roses.
- But if the brick on the head?... asked the sailor. - Turns out that you do not live, just worked hard!
Well, going to fall will fall. So the fate - smiled chef. - Here's where you're wrong is that I have not lived. And I lived. And I have it all is a cute and cozy house, and roses.
- Where have you been?
Here, the chef knocked himself on the forehead. - In the head.
'Well,' snorted the sailor - father bullshit is, and I hung ears!
To each his own, kid, said cook. - If your skull open, what will we find? The female sexual organ and the bottle.

By the way. When my daughter Lana was five years old, I took her to the zoo. We watched birds, elephants, monkeys. But to the predators, I decided not to drive: the little girl is frightened.
- Why don't we go over there? asked Lana. - We were not there.
Lions, tigers, wolves, ' I said. - Yes well them, they are evil.
- No, come on. Let them look at me.
It did not come for the beasts to look, and itself to show them. Woman at any age woman.

Nabokov wrote that life is only a weak slit of light between two eternities is black. I think life - stop: rode the train, got off at the station, then go on. Only while you're at the station, you don't remember the previous path and don't know what will happen then. And there, in the train, you will again meet those who want to meet... I'm lucky I want to meet many people.

By the way. Many years later, when there was a press conference for the film "heads and tails", the journalists asked me:
- What you want to say with this film?
- Didn't want anything. It's just a medicine against stress.
And since everything that is not rape and kill, is referred to the genre of "cure stress".

Last year I was introduced to the French producer. He asked what movies I rented. The translator is listed. Among the other named "I step through Moscow".
- This is not the movie where there is a girl in the rain, and her cyclist rides?
Forty years have passed since then, as the film was shown in France, and he remembered exactly how it all began... Among other things. This scene was filmed three girls. Two blondes and a third journalist. On Saturday removed the General plan - there is a blond girl, her cyclist rides with an umbrella. On Monday, fair-haired slender girl to the shooting did not appear. Assistants rushed in the University and brought another, also blond and slim. Removed close-up. But it turned out that her exam and she had to leave. Had to remove the bare feet of the correspondent of "Izvestia", which patiently waited for him to clear, to interview.

By the way. Mexico - the first capitalist country in which I visited. And, to my great surprise, all the negative that has been said and written we have about less developed countries and capitalism was true. (Very, very few very rich and the very, very many very poor... and the rest: the slums, the unemployed, young prostitutes, the official venality of officials, and so on.) Now all that we have experienced, and then I believed that this flight of sick imagination of Soviet propaganda.

I loved and loved me. I left, and I left. That's all I can say about his personal life.

Life is not a script, not rewrite it. What a pity! To change a lot or completely off - Oh how I want!

We decided in these two days to shoot the funeral of a great-grandmother. What do we need? Camera operator - is. Sergei - is. The grave - take to the funeral home. With the gravediggers agree; skins - all in all about fifty for the eyes is enough. Went to the funeral home, asked her to give us a coffin rental.
- As a rental? - stunned by the seller. - Are you going back to dig?
We explained that the coffin needed for the movie. Movie the seller is respected, but the passport as a Deposit for the coffin was taken.