Author of quotes: Alexander Abdulov

Champagne I buried under snow in the garden.
Will go out with you cautiously suddenly did not find it.
We get married hastily fabulous Blizzard
From the first to the thirteenth
And forever now.

Champagne I buried under snow in the garden.
Will go out with you cautiously suddenly did not find it.
We get married hastily fabulous Blizzard
From the first to the thirteenth
And forever now.

From the first to the thirteenth of our January
Themselves are typed old numbers.
Took off the lights but did not light the candles.
From the first to the thirteenth
Looking for old friends.
Like twelve months
These twelve days.
Perhaps something will change
In your life and mine.
Perhaps something will change
In these twelve days.
Twelve days...

Every year I go on a fishing trip to Kamchatka. It is impossible to describe what an unreal beauty. The hand of man has there not reached. Geysers, volcanoes, bears running around, some random fish splashing. Just a fairy tale!

I once had a wonderful situation at the theater. In the first row sat a husband and wife. They watched, and suddenly, the wife, without saying a word, turned around and - BAM: slapped husband in the face a heavy slap in the face, swinging with all his strength. And he hid his head, turned away. And she goes back to watching. So: the story of the play coincided with them and their lives... and I realized that exactly hit the target, this nerve.

Coming home not me - the shadow, the ruins of my come. To endure all the time ruins hard. I would not like that to me ruins came. The idea is intolerable.

The years turned into a traitor, a scoundrel and a villain, and remains only in the portrait to admire for its wonderful past. And ahead - a terrible future.

Moldova is the only country in the world where not paying for the work, and for a story about her.

The fact that life, it is very brief, you know? It is very short. Someone great said that God gives us, God expects how long will be your life, but what is the width, breadth is up to you...

I know who I am as an artist - not in the Newspapers, and through the auditorium. In addition, I do not sit, do not wait to be asked. Sam go.

Also the blue night, stars circling in the sky,
The morning sun shines from the sky...
Just what is it and who needs it?
A world in which people each other is not needed.

Genius - it is akin to disease, absolutely healthy nervous system as calm cow, nothing you can do.

Once told one journalist that I had a sister - Field Abdulov. Left the Field to the West and became famous. Now her name is Paula Abdul. I shared with the reporter on condition of secrecy - the next day everything was in the newspaper.

Sin is how we live. Especially in Russia.