this is her last husband, i see a sagging sofa, a collapse of books, such a lively, real interior, and i understand that oh, this is what is needed, i sit down, when i am the master of the situation, i am already really, we become her, well, maybe not friends, but in general on wonderful terms, every photograph of him, whatever you say, of course, took something out of... those people who were photographed and from us too, the young leningrad quartet had a secret, at first not delighted, lifted up, to the left, to the right, head up, no, smile, smile badly, what for the facial expression, every click , that is, he spends a long, long time preparing , preparing, preparing, then we get ready, chick, we do it,

then we think about it for a long time and i remember it annoyed me that we were somehow very sleek in his ideas, but to argue it was impossible with plotnikov on the set , the photographer never listened, he asked and this photograph turned out, and we are just so childish, so very naive and very romantically open, plotnikov’s characters, they live in some other reality, partly in fairy tales, in fictional landscapes. v fictional interiors, that is, he photographs a person the way the person would like, he put his whole life on st. petersburg, he photographed this city not only in the faces of leningraders, he is of course an artist, he is not just a photographer, there is something like that, now of course , there are no such people, born in st. petersburg, october 20, 1943

. the house in which little valera lived, in the very center of the city, was located next to several main theaters. since childhood, just playing catch-up, he encountered legends of the scene. these legends came out, so just from childhood, filippov, zarubina, by the way, ivan urgant’s grandfather, just for a minute, levinder for me right away. the city is completely new, the city is our glory and labor, because for me the personification of that very intelligence, that very innate culture, that very biography that is behind me, so st. petersburg, is, of course, valery plotnikov. valera watched how most passers-by indifferently walked past popularly beloved playwrights and poets, and he realized that no one knew them by sight, he chose his future profession, i realized that

no, i really should use the example of my generation, especially since life turned out so wonderfully that while living on nevsky, i saw many, many, many, then i managed to film some of them, and although valery had long been accustomed to living in two cities, constantly filming in st. petersburg, then in moscow, his true love was always only one, he loves it very much when the city is... st. petersburg, what the hell, not st. petersburg , yes, st. petersburg, well, how can it be, the first filming of mikhail boyarsky became part of the family plotnikov's stories. i don’t remember the second time that my family asked filming, when they found out that i would be filming boyarsky himself, they said, take us all, one for all, and all for that, for the first time a call was made in the old apartment where my mother and i lived, a handsome young man comes in and says, let's go, i ’ll shoot you on... the cover of a magazine, it was

flattering and unexpected, i decided to dress the way i want, no, no, no, i’ll do everything myself, take a black sweater, i’ll give you my shirt and let’s go, where are the ideas, we got into this car, one voluminous one, with girls, misha, there was nowhere to go, we were young, great, i open the trunk, i say , misha, sit here, well, all you had to do was raise your legs just a little bit, because after all, he wouldn’t really lie down there, misha fit everything in, for the sake of the girls, i ’ll go not only in the trunk, where whatever , i have to go to the shoot, you say, excuse me, please , i’m going to shoot boyarsky’s shoot, he tells me what a boyar, like, what are you doing for me, because he’s looking, and we’re standing at the hood and he sees a car there all girls' faces, here i found the star part, i say, come here, we go around the car, i’ll open it...

to put me near the mast with ropes, he gave me his seven-string guitar, i was terribly upset that i wasn’t wearing black, that the guitar wasn’t a six-string, but this photo is still for sale, i’m on signature, most often hers , it existed for 50 years, the guitar that upset mikhail is still kept in the st. petersburg workshop plotnikovo, a legendary guitar, like misha boyarsky, it’s for the urban romancer, it’s something here, but it’s six-string, not seven-string, so, but they were depicted with her and renbaun, and boyarsky, who, yes, who did not depict with her, andrei mironov, alisey

davlatov, plotnikov has only one photograph of the st. petersburg cycle, joseph brodsky, that did not happen. this photograph that i came up with, one wall with a window, these walls are full of books, joseph would be sitting below, the whole problem was only in a wide-angle lens, which i didn’t have, then once i suddenly find out that joseph is leaving, more plotnikov and brodsky did not have a chance to meet. what is surprising is that the famous photograph of a close friend, poet, dancer ballet mikhail. valerie did it the night before he left, he had time, and it was good , he asked how long you were leaving the state, it turned out that misha was leaving for a long time, i thought, okay, i’ll make a quick sketch, let’s take a break from seeing him off, we came out here, this is the last

photo baryshnikov on russian soil , may 30, if i’m not mistaken, there were already white nights, and from here, on a tripod with a wide angle, i took a photograph that remained like that, i’m not used to it , you know, volodya, i understand that from my youth yo, let's say you don't pays attention to this, i’m not as integrated as i was 40 years ago, just a minute, i see everything, but now no, now, now it’s a close-up, it absolutely excites me, the energy, it’s not youthful, but it’s very alive , and i understand that this is an artist who has not yet fallen asleep, and he seems to be pulsating and this causes delight, because a person cannot be for so long, it seems to me, at such a degree of creativity, in the lens

it is objectively cool, for a photographer vladimir shirokov, this is a landmark photo shoot, once upon a time, looking at plotnikov’s photographs, he decided what profession to choose. his work warned my fate, these covers of the magazine soviet screen, these canvases that came out here aroused me such delight, you saw the cut, but then they took it off, no, what do you mean, here i come to the shoot, without everything , without a camera, but how do we get photographs using what, this is a mystery, even for me, this is this, this is aerobatics, he is a psychologist, he is... a doctor, i don’t know how he is, because actually no tricks and there are no notions in his photographs, such, if he is not hooligan, there is a figure emerging there, i understand who i am looking at, i understand who i am dealing with, but it is broadcast, it is through him, he is a person, equals,

plus principle, but it doesn’t matter, but plotnikov’s integrity. there are legends, he never photographed people he didn’t like, never agreed with anyone out of politeness, and never called his hometown leningrad, considering the revolution a disaster, although his father was a high party functionary, here is vostrikov, here is his grandfather mikhaila kalinin, by the way , why is this a wonderful last name ? the man was a curmudgeon, but he became a molotov, and here we are, this boy from... kirov, and my father, who was itching to come here, plotnikov’s father never lived with his mother , he had another family, even ten-year-old valera found out about his death from the newspapers, i just remember how he came to us, asked, there was no one at home, that means he

was somehow encrypted like that, no, dad, no, and we went up , but we saw each other very rarely, is it fate or a coincidence of circumstances? before his eyes only his adopted daughter grew up. my first stepdaughter was the daughter of the writer sasha sokolov. and when sashka saw her father for the first time, she was right here. let's go, everyone else, unfortunately, the children saw me like that, thank god, they treat me there, well, let's say, tolerantly, sometimes even with love, but in general, it's sad if a person is overweight , a lot of vegetables, greens and so on and so forth, then it stretches the stomach, chew each piece, a solid piece of food 33 times and you will make a fundamental discovery if to choose between porridge and cake, then the soul is closer to the cake, eating strawberries in december is not very wise, if you overeat

anything, then water can kill a person, breakfast, lunch, dinner, what did we eat, how much did we eat, was it’s delicious, podcast lab, today on the first, old barrel cognac, a product of the stellar group. as a boy, valery was mostly left to his own devices. mom worked and was involved in social activities. and to say that my mother raised me, she, of course, she loved me madly, that’s what i felt. he was very ambitious, that is if we had dirty palettes, everything in general, you know, white stockings, socks, trousers, english cut, woolen,

plotnikov met mikhail shimyakin at art school. leri was like that. known for his extravagance, mikhail shimyakin is difficult to surprise with anything, much less frighten. but plotnikov managed to do it. true, when they were both already adults, during a photo shoot. he led me into the courtyard, just me at that time. allowed to come to st. petersburg for 24 hours, for two days. i wanted so that they are worked out, well, even look, even now you can see, you see, this dry brick, it’s not good for me, but when you water it, it seems to become a little richer, they take it out of their workshop, which was not far away, which means a tank of gasoline, a canister in general, he starts from behind, sitting me on a table in front of the wall, to water, that means the wall in general , that means from this one, that he has a lot of cockroaches in

his head, which means i think, yeah, that means he’s decided on me filmed against the backdrop of a wall of fire, and god forbid, i’m still mine, so to speak my back will light up, my vest, i asked misha , i say, well, come closer, stand like this here, he’s right there on this one, by the way, on a chair, from my workshop, and misha is like this all the time, that’s all time, i say, no , valera, i won’t act like that, he came up, he said, for a sniff, water, despite the difference in temperament, at art school, carpenters and shimyakin became close friends, we were simultaneously expelled from secondary art school , at that time we were taught to be realistic, and of course he received bad luck. so it all ended very badly, although now in his interviews

he blames me for seducing him, which means i spoiled him with the paintings, showed him reproductions, he moved to the left, and as a leftist, that means they basically threw him out, so to speak, together with the scoundrel shimyakin, after being eliminated, valera and misha parted ways, although plotnikov did not stop drawing, he has... an amateur studio, we could use the card index of the acting department of the venfilm and i found a photo of such a cute boy in a skullcap, i say, here good boy, moment sergei solovyov was 13 years old, valery plotnikov was 14, i think how old. i tried out , i’ll try again, i go into a room where they are sitting, mostly, in

general, my age, which means children, i’m not afraid of this word, 14 years old, the door opened, a boy came in, without a skullcap, here’s a photo, quite the opposite, i i say, what don’t you like, he says, maybe it’s smoky in here, or what ? i say, well, maybe someone is doing something, and he says, no, nothing, i just know that art is not made in smoke - said the boy, without a tebeteika. everyone realized that the boy without the sibeteyka had the worst character, they showed him the ashtray, and there was such a stone fool, the boy took this ashtray, went to the window and just threw it there on the avenue, that’s good, but he got to this point, and suddenly he wanted to smile , valery, to me, never, if

you pay attention, no one smokes in my frame and no one, but with rare exceptions, no one smiles, beautiful, many, the exhibition was called that, have a drink, have a snack, brought me to this exhibition, completely different characters, which, well, it happened, with me , who drinks, who has a snack, who does both at the same time, i’m always with him with glasses, with glasses, with snacks, this is a disgrace, because i’m also his profession. well, he always ignored it, it was shirmin who ran into my place for some shooting, by the way, i think i was filming girls ’ mannequins, maybe that’s why he ran in, here are the girls right away and shurik, shurik, will you have something to drink? shuli says he only drinks vodka, so they poured him vodka, but i’m not offended, because that’s in it too

an element of hope for immortality, that all the time the beautiful faces of brilliant people are coming , people of genius are coming, since i slept a liter, so to speak, a little, in quickdraws, but all this might not have happened if not for the fateful meeting with sergei solovyov, this evening it began to rain, some kind of fine , drizzling rain, so... we talked about this, about that, about the fifth, about the tenth, some kind of life of adult concepts, with this rain, it began, we seryozha and i have already come to the precise perspective that he is the director, i cameraman, working together, solovyov taught a friend how to take photographs, so as not to expose

the film when rewinding, he had to hide in the darkest place of a communal apartment, i taught him to... reel in the dark, in the toilet, on the toilet, also everything, everything was done in the dark , i had to go to the toilet , turn off the light in the apartment, and there he was, but he couldn’t get into the obgik together, plotnikov was drafted into the army, he served for a year in the north, ask me about what life deceived me about, then one of the main deceptions, heavier. deceit, that's what that valerka and i didn’t work. in 1964, plotnikov entered the camera department at ghika. he moved to moscow, leaving his common-law wife nina, a hermitage restorer, in st. petersburg, and with his brother styopa and sister ksyusha. valery does not like

to share details of his personal life. now he communicates warmly. with the eldest daughter, but they prefer not to talk about the youthful romance, this is a separate story, i think that’s for next time, here’s yulia, she’s wonderful, she graduated from, uh, the academy of arts, by the way, in at one time, the faculty of the arts of conduct, if i’m not mistaken, here she is, at one time she was simply a unique specialist in singing. vavgike plotnikov quickly realized that his real calling was not camera work, but photography. he photographed students, teachers, and guests of the institute. we met in 1967, when i first came to ovgik, i was terribly pressed, i was so afraid, so he managed to take a photo of me. i didn’t know that he

had me, only then, many years later, he gave me this photograph, there were these suits tights. in his fifth year at ghika, valery worked as a cameraman on the film a noble nest by andrei konchalovsky. on the set he is in the hay, he says: lie down, please, i say, why? he says, well, lie down. i lay down, uh, so he arranged my hair like this, and that’s why he was fiddling with something for a long time. in general, i gradually retreated into myself, i no longer did. thinks what’s going on, so he took this famous portrait of me, it’s so a little mystical, look, this portrait too: it was shot on the canopy, there were models wonderful, but there was no photographer, his gaze, his eyes, that’s why none

of them, this experience worked out. plotnikov left cinema and began a career as a freelance photographer. i remember that he worked for uncle vanya, on location, my favorite photographs are from uncle vanya. when there’s a forest there and i’m standing between the trees, and i had to work, work, so that i could have a family and some obligations, but thank god, in general, somehow it all worked out. irina sobinova mowed down became the second chosen one plotnikova. valery's favorite artist, mikhail vrubel, introduced them. izhechka had a friend, so i thought, well, for real, whom i don’t know. this original is just a poster for a home concert, but it’s really signed in rubel, and although the original in rubel was just a poster, the meeting

with the owner of the apartment turned out to be fateful. irina and valery began to live together. at that time , the young photographer plotnikov did not yet have his own studio. almost all the famous photographs of that period were taken by him in the kitchen of the sobinovs’ apartment. we have small children there, i don’t know how they are now, no , everything is fine, no one is sleeping, who’s there, mom, no, not mom, who’s there, now valery and irina’s son, stepan, lives in this apartment with his family, the film crew has never been allowed here groups , they made an exception only for us , it’s unimaginable, once there was practically... the first studio here, but at least the former kitchen and servants’ room were converted into a pavilion, well

, now styopa’s, yeah, only this piece of tiled floor reminds us that this is where the famous footage was filmed, vladimir vysotsky and marina vlady on the swim when he was filming vysotsky. i opened the windows, volodya was singing here, and at full power, that is , it’s just like a concert, i imagine that ordinary soviet people there thought, oh, there’s some guy playing a tape recorder, if they knew that he was singing to them solo , vysotsky himself, i don’t like a fatal outcome, i never get tired of life, i don’t like. any time of the year when they don’t sing happy songs, one of these photographs has become a symbol of vysotsky’s relationship with vlady volodya, i just asked

marina, so that she says, comb these spanie ears, as i say there, i say, a little bit back, and marina began to brush it, and since the light was already standing, and marina was still standing so well, just a little - if she had been a little to the right and she would have blocked vysotsky, if i had said there marina move over, this absolutely wonderful, childish expression on volodya’s face would have gone away, i really love this photograph, plotnikov called this series of photographs serenade, volodya’s there is an absolutely wonderful text, do you want me dedicate a sirenade, who else will dedicate a sirenade to you, i say: let's... develop thoughts, though for some reason he sings from top to bottom, not from bottom to top, in this kitchen, here, only a year later,

the famous shots were taken marina vladi in outfits from vyacheslav zaitsev, then valery specially covered it with hollow paper to hide the already familiar tiles. marina and valery still maintained a warm relationship, although many expected that after the auction at which they would somehow disgrace themselves with marina to sort things out about this, thank you that she really helped him in general, that all this happened so wonderfully, in her last, like a poem , it’s all there. i've been alive for 12 years, footage of plotnikov with vysotsky, footage of farewell on the night of july 25, 1980, vladimir semenovich

passed away. on this day, valery plotnikov went to the theater on a taganka to do another photo shoot. on the way to the theater , i met some acquaintances who told him that vysotsky was no longer there. i didn’t believe it, i came. near the theater there was a photograph of vysotsky in mourning frame. valery filmed this entire mournful day. the shots taken from above from the theater windows spread all over the world. vanka syndrome stands up, the guy keeps spinning on the bed, this is a sure sign of internal bleeding, and we have a diagnosis of self-born, that's it, that's it, now i'm an ordinary, obedient nurse, ask the nurse, from monday, on the first. bourbon stirirman is

a product of the stellar group. oleg yankovsky, eduard volodarsky, andrei mironov, alexander abdullov, several square meters and thousands of photographs; of all the home filming , only the son, styopa, was allowed to be present. and the boy once filmed here. together with vysotsky, he somehow dropped the camera here , for which he was on, the camera is on a tripod, why he said, he said, it hurt me, when stepan grew up, he began to help his father during filming, i remember the stories with irakupchenko, again , i don’t know why, but i remember , maybe because i feel some kind of involvement, the portrait of irina kubchenko with

a bouquet of flowers became one of plotnikov’s the most expensive unique ones literally took a whole year from conception, say, to implementation, because initially, while walking here in arkhangelskoye, i saw a wonderful, absolutely beautiful sunset, when exactly along the axis of this, right here, a huge orange sun was setting there somewhere in the valley, and i saw some cheese during the week, i said, let’s go to arkhangelsko, take this photo, valera... in general, he takes very beautiful photographs in an aesthetic sense and he is preparing for them, and of course he was looking and we are coming well, maybe there in a week or two and it turns out that the sun is already setting there behind the forest, behind the grove. plotnikov decided to return to filming a year later, but the shot with the setting sun never came out. we come here, the rain will pour down, just excuse me, like a bucket. and

we build this composition. we were in arkhanelsky all day, the weather was so cloudy, i’m just about to start filming, here on the right, on the left, you can see it from these alleys, then a huge number of tourists just poured out, all the participants, besides ira and dad, they were distributed like this, that everyone stood on the stairs and did not let people in so that they would not go out and get into the frame, and even this, let’s say, is my luck, that there is no sun here, that there is only that here...' kupchenko is absolutely stunning, flexible, beautiful , thin, tender, amazing. valery was used to working in any conditions, there was no required costume, it was invented on the spot, created from what was at hand, the photographer collected props throughout the city, and sometimes improvised. again, it seems that the instruction will be read, judging by... i

i only asked tolya solonitsyn, this was supposed to be the cover, tolya, bring some of the things there so that we can look there, okay, he came in this little light, i say, and something else, and he says, and everything is jack, as i understand it, i took a few shots there, you understand that well, what is this, this is not a cover, the image did not add up, valery went outside to walk to think, a lady is coming with this to... i say: please, and you have this doc, i say, how calm he is, well, yes, in general, and i say, you could you please help me, i need to film an actor, the woman thought the request was strange, but she agreed to give valery her dog for 2 hours for filming, the doc turned out to be the color of the slonisinsky svyatorochka, usually it would be black and white, but it wouldn’t have gone well at all or

it’s just that i then drove up to the owners and said, can i and that yes, i’ll come, you’re shooting gundare, they, well, of course, when natalya gundareva and valery plotnikov arrived at the house at the appointed time, the photographer realized that the shooting was in jeopardy , the owners felt ashamed of the shabby appearance of the window, they decided to replace the frame with a new one, thank god, they couldn’t frame it, because there was already an artistic production on... the carving there, but it was a monstrous frame, and since there were deadlines, i i can’t do anything anymore, so i went to the screen with this creepy vigorous yellow orange frame,

and when we did it with styopa, because styopa is the author, the artist of my albums, i told him this story, styopa said, as now says what problems, something poked some buttons in computer, i still remember something like this, and the whole frame has become old, for me a photograph of carpenters is an equal sign, because with the presence, now of a large number, i started at a time when photographs were associated with all people of art with the surname and name valery plotnikov, if you fell into the lens of valery plotnikov, then you were automatically ranked among the celestials. a number of plotnikov’s photographs, such as this one, have not only artistic, but also historical value; this is the wedding of laura, yablochka and tanina guera, who, well,

apparently, which took place in the griboyedovsky zaks, toninogura, screenwriter of films from the golden fund of cinema, co-author of fillini and antonioni's favorite playwright omarkort, photo from... fred, nostalgia. his wedding with massilma editor laura yablochkina became a sensation in creative circles, but only a select few were allowed to attend. michelangelo antonioni came as a witness to this wedding and andrei torkovsky was on my side. and they are all standing on this rug, then a lady comes in, from here, a monstrous violation of etiquette. all the rules and says antonioni get off the mat, the mat is only for the newlyweds, antonioni is having a homeric fit of laughter, he stops, covers his mouth with a handkerchief, because he is whispering tunina from under his mustache,

stop laughing, think that we are not serious about getting married, they will take us away from here now, somewhere else... anyway , it was very difficult for valeria to film, because antonion didn’t stand there hiding his laughter with a handkerchief in his mouth, and tanina later told me, and i’m filming all this, he says, listen, you have a unique shot, because well, this really can’t be called laughter, well let's say okay, half laughing antonenei, he says, having never had such a thing, antonio never wanted to take photographs, he kicked everyone out with such a royal gesture, all the photographers, viya, he said, when he saw valera’s photographs, he allowed him, he was allowed, the only photographer in russia was allowed to take a photograph. valery and irina had

a second child, daughter ksenia, but this did not save the relationship; a year later plotnikov left the family. i didn’t catch ksyusha at all. and mom and dad, so to speak, separated somewhere around that time, i was about five years old, i went with dad later, but it was already just separate, and ksyu, to put it mildly, had less communication with his father, after breaking up with irina, plotnikov continued to work a lot, exhibitions of his photographs opened all over the world, we once made one joint exhibition together, there was such an experiment, not all the characters coincided, but very many coincided, i’ll tell you this, it was a funny story, because you could compare, you see there one friend and another friend, during one of the exhibitions that took place in the actor’s house in 1997, valery met

the love of my life. i had a wonderful evening, it was dedicated to the memory of anatoly vasivich efres, students to teacher. in this regard, we had to film the exhibition. plotnikova and then margarita alesanovna said that i won’t go, if she wants, he says, it’s me or valery or fedorovich, okay, i say, you know, i really need to film your exhibition for one... evening, and i’ll do it later i’ll hang it in the same order as you have it all hanging, he tells me, this can’t be, i say, believe me, it will happen, he says, do what you want, no turning their heads, valery said, suddenly sveta sat down like this on the cushion of the sofa, asked me if i liked the evening, i couldn’t imagine that i was simply smitten on the spot, and then i got sick, i was sick for a very long time, valera kept asking where i was and that i, he told him, yes, then he, when he found out how serious it was, and i had already left after 8 months,

i just had a stroke, it took me a very long time to come to my senses and went back to work, he came up and said: “you know , i have a dacha near st. petersburg and you definitely need to air, by this time the light was free, and i, too, was already free, svetlana could not climb the stairs to the second floor, so valery converted the first one so that she would be comfortable. i arrived at a dacha near st. petersburg, and left it three times , everything is not mine, the person is not mine, and in general everything has nothing to do with me, he and i are like fire and water, two completely opposite people and...