my teacher, professor valentina petrovna nikolaenko, saw me and told me. , my bird has flown from odessa remembered me, 300 people in place. and my mother took it away from me. she says, give me the documents immediately for the third round, and yet i stayed in the same hostel. yes, but what to do? and after college all the theaters wanted you? well, just everything. not all, but three, uh, wonderful theaters and lenkom took me to the vakhtangov satirics and i chose, of course, my native vakhtangov. it seemed to me that they knew me there, there was no need to prove it. eh, oh, no, i had to prove it and how else how many years? it seemed to me that everyone from yuri was carrying me in my arms yakovlev to lanovoy this all happened much later. i played for many years, only small roles, tiny little ones. yes, yes, yes, for many years, and i even thought about leaving for another theater, because here they won’t give me anything anyway, but in the end , uh, when i managed to break through and prove, this is a very long time way, three programs are not enough, but still, i am incredibly grat