olga korbut became get into everything. tell him where to go. what to do? how to behave on stage?en to smile? how to take a microphone? he should have told her i have my own supervisor. and you are just my wife , and then everything would be fine, but he did not, testifies, vladik moiseevich she says she turned him into her artist. she studied and spoke without paying attention. attention to the team told him how to go into the microphone? how to bow, where to smile olga sat at all concerts in the front row, looking only at lyonya, like a rabbit at a boa constrictor, he only looked at her, then he turned into a dying swan, who ran somewhere into a corner, then wringed his hands, we laughed at him secretly, but she couldn’t do anything about it, she convinced everyone that lenya is the only vocalist in the ensemble, that all the other pesnyars are bull vocals, only singing along to him and this thought. she inspired him all the time, probably, a little more and lyonka would begin to jump around the stage with a gymnastic ribbon of maces. it was the second shaded part of lenin's ver