yankovsky arrived at the hotel in suzzdol, filming began the next day, suddenly mamonov came, and i feelat a table there in this local restaurant in the dining room of this hotel, i mean i sat down, i see that i’m on the verge of something like this, he says, oleg , you understand, i don’t want to understand you, i don’t want to understand, but this kudi englishman, he says, beat me, but no, oleg, you don’t understand, this menacing thing began with me, from bottom to top, like hook, he crawled right under it, i want to love you, you understand, love, love me, and after 10 minutes of this conversation i couldn’t stand it, i left, but... on the edge of the impossibility of not biting the overplay, but yankovsky is there in my opinion he’ll think amazingly that this is his dying role, they thought a lot, but how to play a saint in general, the saint is silent, for me the image was that ivan the terrible, he’s everywhere, he speaks, grimaces, and prays, cries, he’s above, below , on the side, and in the middle of it , like a column. the saint stands looking at these with tormented eyes at h