my colleague denis morozov talks with anton khabarov about how a guy from balashikha near moscow becamedid not lose himself at school. anton dreamed of becoming a dance teacher, but he says that at the academy of physical education, with good grades, he was leaked in the exam. then only from one thieves there was a competition of three people. into place khabarov was never thieves, his father was a turner and his mother a kindergarten teacher did not have the necessary connections and extra money. where to go? i told you, here, but at the art school in khimki they are recruiting. e for the direction of the theater, you wanted to do something there. i say, well, go you nowhere else. come on, here i came to see on the board the requirements for exams to write an analysis of my play, either there was a typo, or that i thought that i should write a play. i mean, dashed off a squeak overnight. she was very funny very naive, but in that way. i just drew the attention of the commission came to itself, and they say, well, stanislavsky tairov, mikhail chekhov, you know such names? no, i don't kn