Once the ensemble "Gloria" was invited to a concert in honor of February 23 in the Palace of Culture, secret at that time, the enterprise "Rotor" in the village of Southern Barnaul. Since the morning, this day, on the eve of the concert, immediately somehow did not work out. I woke up in my bachelor two-room apartment on Potok (the result of a well-planned apartment exchange with Karaganda, very competently produced by my talented mother) and felt that my left cheek was swollen. Going to the mirror, I was just horrified - on the cheek, in the most bad place at the junction with the neck, a huge boil was ripening. It should be noted that at that time in my life, apparently, something weakened organism, endlessly attacked all "evil spirits" - various infections, so I managed to get used to the attacks of harmful bacilli. But this time I immediately understood that everything was much more serious. Feeling the disgusting chill in my soul from the imminent death threat, I ran to the second city polyclinic, serving students of the Altai State University. The young woman who met me, a surgeon with a trainee, did not conceal her anxiety, immediately put me on the operating table and began gently opening the abscess, surprisingly with this trainee: "Look, what a deep cavity formed, a little more, that's all!" I Gladly realized that my intuition did not fail me this time, and I caught myself in time. Getting up from the operating table, I, with the pride of a soldier wounded in battle, found on my cheek a huge bandage through which blood was dripping abundantly. "Well, the concert show promises to be fun and memorable!" - With the irony of the man who had the worst thing left behind, I thought, and went to university. Seeing my bloody bandage, Galya flung her arms in horror and nearly collapsed. "How are you going to perform now, Seryozha?" She exclaimed. "It's all right, we'll sort it out on the spot," I said optimistically and, really, figured out - after arriving at the South, I ordered to put the piano in such a way that my left, raspornovannaya surgeon cheek was turned in the opposite direction from the hall - directly to the chorus. Accompanied on the piano in the song "Streets without end" with a very tragic, military content (as in the topic of my "combat" injury), with the satisfaction of the "peacock" I managed to note to myself how the choristers from the first row, With pity and fear watching my bloody bandage. At the same time, I was extremely proud of myself and my "unprecedented" courage, certainly appreciated by these pretty girls from the choir.
In "Gloria" I still worked for a while and even managed to star in some idiotic program on regional television, dedicated to political song; But as soon as my permanent "producer and philanthropist" Galya Lisitsyna, Petrov and Pronin left the ensemble after graduation, they "squeezed" me out of the collective, referring to my absolute "incompetence" and too noisy instrument. Then they made their "musical - political" career without me, and I went to the student theater of law department named after Commissioner Magre (the so-called STEM - student theater of pop miniatures).
At the theater named after Commissioner Magre for that period, as it is not surprising, there were at once two art directors. They were teachers of the Barnaul Institute of Culture Zhenya Sinitsky and Sasha Vitruk, who consistently put their director's experiments on us. One of them (Sinitsky) represented the school of the so-called "theatrical cubism", building from our, let's say, absolutely not "gutta-percha" bodies, some idiotic figures in the style of the 30s of the last century. The second (Vitruk) was absolutely obsessed with the works of the Italian director Federico Fellini and, in particular, his cult film "Amarcord". This "modernist horseradish" absolutely tortured us with his bicyclists, scooters and scooters, now and then, appearing on the scene in the midst of the theatrical action, shocking the respectable audience, who apparently did not yet grow to the genius " "Of this home-grown" Fellini ". However, in the middle of all this director's "husks" sometimes came across the most real "nuggets".
Such a "diamond" in the "crazy" repertoire of our theater, I believe, was the production of The Three Musketeers, in which our permanent theater choreographer Natasha Deyun played a special role (unfortunately, this real Russian beauty with a luxurious, up to the waist, Undoubtedly a talented choreographer, recently died, finally drunk and ended up in Barnaul, without the support of relatives and friends, on the lowest social "day" - oh, this is our mean, cruel, indifferent time!).
The actions of this wonderful performance took place approximately in the same chronological sequence as in the novel of Alexandre Dumas, only they were transferred already in our time and to our beloved law faculty. With this theatrical performance in 1985, we successfully toured in Khakassia, where in the famous after August 17, 2009 to the whole country, thanks to the terrible accident at the Sayano-Shushenskaya hydropower station, the settlement of the hydro-builders "Cheremushki" after the performance, we even got a real ovation!
In the play I got,
