tabakov staged a play by alexander galich with his students, and then in his snuff box it was impossibleckets for the performance, a story about the selfless love of a father for his son, and the melted hopes and mercilessness of time did not conquer not only our country, but the whole world, i remember the reaction. both american citizens and emigrated citizens finished the performance. we spent an hour and a half collecting our things and putting on our makeup and went outside. almost the entire hall was standing and waiting for us in this photo. vladimir maskov, on the right, a frame from tabakov, the old man’s makeup, but he was. in total, and when oleg pavlovich chose him for the role of abram schwartz, a modest storekeeper, whose only dream is for his son to become a famous violinist and make his way into the people. and perhaps this wish will come true if if it weren’t for the war, then i figured out the meaning. why did oleg pavlovich entrust this role to me? the fact is that in one year i lost my parents , first my mother, and then my father, and oleg pavlovich knew about this p