dmitry bak, and our guest today is the people's artist of russia, avangard nikolaevich leontyev. well and what happened then, after anna gavrilovna, after anna gavrila, she introduced me to dmitry nikolaevich zhuravlevd with me a little and selected the repertoire, introduced me to his student viktor karlovich manyukov , a famous professor at the moscow art theater school, he auditioned me, in general, i had support before the selection committee, because monyakov was on the selection committee. some kind of confidence is everything. there was no confidence, no, there was no confidence , but such wonderful people supported me, and what they read, remember, interestingly, i remember, i read the fairy tale about the golden cockerel by pushkin, that you are a golden cockerel, about the golden cockerel, this cockerel then fed me , when i already entered the philharmonic into the reading department, the literary and reading department, after graduating from the studio school i began reading concerts in schools, with this golden... tushkom i performed in schools hundreds of times. well, this is a wonderful text by pushkin. it's just such a gem. listen, how wonderfully the children listen to him, to pushki

you have to, of course, here you have to, as dmitry nikolaevich zhuravlev said, you have to keep yourself on track, yeah, that is, you can’t let yourself go into this empathy, so to speak sentimentally , you can’t dissolve in it, you can’t swim in it, you can’t enjoy it , but you really need to lead, and the author’s line, yeah, the author’s speech, the author’s voice. that is, to feel the author’s point of view, not what is happening between these people, but how the artist does it, this is a very important story, and it is not even in such tragic things that you can see it, i, for example, when i tell students about tyuchev, i say that there are some of them, there is no violence in the poems, of course, no, no cruelty, there is death, it sometimes happens there in denisyev’s cycle, but nevertheless, i tell them there is tragedy . “yes, of course, how murderously we love, yes , of course, she sat on the floor and sorted through a pile of letters, as the burnt-out hall took them in her hands and threw them, and even there the possibility of love, the collapse of love, tragedy, that’s it,