And then for a long time disappeared from view. What did not happen to the artist over the years! He became a phantom, a man-myth. The ghost of Muromov lived almost in every Moscow courtyard, and in every yard there were witnesses to his dangerous adventures. But Mikhail Muromov managed to survive an uneasy period of life. And he emerged victorious from it. Today it is again popular and in demand. People glisten, looking at him. And it is not surprising: to imagine our stage without such a jigit is truly impossible.
A lot of brains - bad sleep
- Michael, you for a long time fell out of the cage. Is it difficult to return?
"Why did you fall out?" On the radio, I hear songs. Well, a little, of course. But that's because I'm a bit too lazy to go somewhere. And I could take a couple of mp3s - I have fifty-seven new songs - and everything would turn. But I do not suffer - this time. Secondly, I recently had a lot of trouble. I lost my parents. Before that I built my dacha for my mother. This also took a long time. It was necessary to change three brigades. All were drunkards and nets. I built it. My mother managed to stay there only for four years. In general, I'm on the zodiac soaring eagle. There is such an American zodiac. The eagle flies so, looks, looks. I saw something interesting. Furted, looked. Do not fuss. I'm drawing more. Here, for example, I found in the apartment lipstick. Inspiration came to me, and I painted a picture on the mirror with a lipstick. I am writing more. The stories are so interesting. Mostly humorous. Poems. But in poetry everything is only edifying. Here at Griboedov - my relative on the paternal line - a comedy called "Woe from Wit". Why? But because when there are too many brains, it is, frankly speaking, difficult to sleep at another time. Sometimes I even jump up at night. I have some idea - one time! And I immediately write it down. And sometimes too lazy to rise. Here have given me verses: "Weathervane weathervane weathervane - I / weathervane weathervane weathervane - I". And I lay, lay, lay, lay, then suddenly jumped up and wrote the song "Vane". Did synkopki such. Immediately began to sound different. I like to diversify everything. I do not have one: I made one song - yeah, it was a success. And further in this stream swam.
- But why do most people know only "Apples in the snow"?
- And the Afghan cycle? And the same "Weathercock"? And "Warm showers"? No-no. I just do not act on trifles. These casinos are all that nonsense. Well, he played in the football team ("Starko." - EK). But there were very indecent people there. Those with whom I started, good guys, and then connected others. I even had somewhere lying around this contract, which I called "at first". People, we shall tell so, stole. Can you imagine? The sponsor enters the bus and distributes the money to the guys - a bonus to the fee. He liked how we played, and he decided to encourage us. So one of the organizers jumps at him, begins to pluck his money from him. He puts it in his pocket. It was so weird! The second time we played well again - we received a fee, I suggested: "Let's get together with our technical part: with the masseurs - with everyone ... and throw ourselves on them." But the same people got stuck again: "Yes, everyone has already been given it! Already all have received their salary! "And I think:" Well, can not I give more money? It's a pity, is not it? "This all pisses me off.
- Do you often get into the bottle?
- Well, why? Yes, let him choke on this money! Che I will humiliate myself? Of course, I can give in the face. Basically because of rudeness. Or because of the words of some that I can not stand. There were times when I fought alone against sixteen people. The face then looked like a bloody melon. This with the Solntsevskimi I stumbled. I was told an unfortunate word. I decided not to leave this matter. I cut down three of them. But what can you do when you are sixteen people shoving? There, besides, the narrow space was, it is impossible to move. I hung in their arms like ropes. I was held by three with one hand and three with the other. And they guys are strong. They beat me. And then he just left, that's all. (With pride.) But I've cut down all three. They are already part of the living. As well as my robbers who cleaned my apartment. The police rushed, rypalas. As a result, I had to look for myself. It was a long time ago, in 1993.
"You stole a lot?"
- A lot of. Six bags of sports carried. It's a shame the other. I had the Order of Lenin Lev Oborin (pianist - E.K.), his daughter Oborin gave it to him. The ruble of Peter I is a prize. There was such a medal, called "For Courage". But it was made from the ruble. Apparatus carried much. Fur coats, which I bought my girlfriend - she had to go abroad. Well, a lot. And all good things. In the militia, they dig through, dig deeper. It became funny to me. During this time, these bandits cut each other. One cut off ears and eggs and drowned in the swamp. The other was put on knives in a billiard room. I personally met with their leader - he was then himself killed. He asked me to make a concert. I wanted to raise money to send out the zones. They recruit security guards at some point: it's time to go out, he recruits him, and he then works for him. I said good, but I have to work out my tour first.
"On the zone?"
- What does the zone have to do with it? No, I meant my concerts. And in prison I worked: in Butyrka, in the special for dangerous young criminals near Tashkent.
I have twelve scars on my face
"How are your impressions of the prison?"
- And you know, I just see my warm face very well. When a person has a warm face, most likely he accidentally fell into such a situation. Here I, for example, have a very good friend. Not a friend, not a friend. A friend. He loved the girl one. She left him to stand on the corner. On the scumbag that is. At this time, her friends updated the apartment. But he did not know anything about it - he just stood there waiting for her. Because he loved her. They were caught. But these gangsters were so screwed up with him that he took everything upon himself - as if he was in charge of robbery. Sel. Five were given to him. And he is a boxer - a master of sports in heavyweight. He gave it to someone in the head. He was given a deadline. He was running. He was caught. He militia officer, who caught him, also gave a blow to his head - and killed him. In the end, he's got nothing like that for twelve years. Almost for nothing!
- Were not you afraid that something like this could happen to you?
- I have my own special view of everything that happens. I once beat four policemen, and they gave me only 15 days. It's just that they were in civilian clothes. They caught me for some reason. And the certificate was shown in complete darkness. I began to run away, they - to catch up. As a result, I had to beat them.
- At once four?
- I'm an athlete. In past. Now he is a sportsman. I'm skiing on the plains, skiing on the mountain. Che something else I do. From the springboard I do not jump. For a long time I did not have a skipping rope. I can jump with a skipping rope. A thousand jumps at a time.
- And why is this happening to you? Why do you get into these troubles?
- Because I'm gullible. I have twelve scars on my face. If you look carefully.
- Have you often been substituted?
- Mostly debtors. If I could collect everything that I lent, I would be happy to build a dacha with pleasure. Ta-ah-ah (looks around for her assistant). And where is my shepherd? Left? A bury in the eyes? (After the return of the assistant.) Do you know which capital is in the state of Burkina Faso?
- I have no idea.
- Ouagadougou.
- Are you an encyclopedist?
- This is my desk book - encyclopedia. I read half of Brockhaus and Efron. And there are eighty-four volumes. I started reading about the Russian-Turkish wars, then about sailing navigation, then I read a lot of the word "prostitution". What kind of prostitution is, how it developed. On the word "coins", on the word "ruble". Money is a separate paragraph.
- I look…
- Well, firstly, you do not look, but listen. Although we say: "I'm looking." This is Russian. This is legitimate.
- Do you follow the correctness of your native speech so carefully?
- Yes, and do not miss the opportunity to fix it. In a delicate form.
- What are the misuse of words you particularly besyat?
"It does not bother me." I am a very balanced person. I'm rude to rudeness. And some words that offend me. I can for them and in a reputation. But I have not beaten for a long time, because all hands are broken. Now only on soft places: shanks, perineums, knees, ears. I love the ears with my hands - bang-bang! Then a concussion is obtained.
My girlfriends are stronger than men
"Are you so unbridled in love?"
"I'm trying to restrain myself." But it is possible it is bad. But as for love, love is one thing, and enthusiasm is another. It's here: I saw it - snored - "where do you live?" I'm here with a girlfriend met with money. But she came to me. She spent three days. All cleaned, washed. The dust wiped. Even on the balcony the pigeon droppings were removed. I did not take any money. Beautiful! Redhead. Waist is thin. Scalpels thin. The knees are thin. Eyes whitish.
- Have you ever had a light from women?
- In the press, even the number was counted. But I'm not a Don Juan. I just had a period of special intensity of meetings. I had a wife. Favorite wife - I married for love. We, by the way, even met recently. But nevertheless, before the wife, I could sometimes have two or three people.
- Do you get fans?
- They fuck on the phone. But I do not like this. I like to attack myself. I am a tiger. I have an attacking style.
- Now you have a lady of the heart?
- I have a couple of friends, with whom I talk periodically. They are strong friends, much stronger than men. Can you imagine? We have been communicating for twenty-five years. We met when I was still nobody. Then I grew up-rosros. I was in Paris - they buried my grandmother. And my grandmother experienced twenty-three strokes.
- How do you assess with fresh eyes the current situation in pop music?
- People are imposing it on her. Especially the youth. We know that young people can easily give in to everything. It's bad that the children listen to this. As Himmler said: "If we now miss the nine-year-olds, we will lose them forever." This is soulless music. There is no spirituality in it. Here Vizbor is spiritual music. "... And the skis near the stove are, and according to the old habit, we sit in the train ..." Muzonchik there even is. Despite the fact that the songs are under the guitars.
- Would you like to return mass popularity?
- I always say, when people ask me: let's go outside. And we'll see how they recognize me. We'll walk seven meters and they'll run after me. Always find out. And with a finger poke: "In, apples have gone!" I therefore go to public places a little. I do not like it when the snot begin to smear on lapels. Disgusting. I sometimes raise people. I spend a lot of time explaining how to behave.
"Do you want a drink?" Slap on the shoulder?
- There are a lot of such. Well, I'll see what condition he is in. And so I can take the little finger and - break the little finger. This is very painful. No, but what? Talking with strangers is the first sign of madness.
"They tell you a lot about you." They say that they saw you there and there. What do you collect the bottles?
"Well, can you imagine it?" This is strange. This is ridiculous. I'll tell you this: since the eighth grade I have not had a case that I did not have money. As a teenager, I earned money: I played guitar at parties. Then he did a lot of fartsovkoy. Now this is called business, then - fartsovka. Yes, there was a period - there was not much money, but I still worked part-time. I worked. I was doing a massage, I worked in a bath washer. It was all when I was not working in a restaurant. And in the restaurant there was money at all. I always had money. I perform a lot. I also need to pay for water, for salt, for matches. For an apartment, a car. There are five thousand, five thousand there. Need to work.
Dossier VM:
Mikhail Muromov was born on November 18, 1950 in Moscow. He studied at the children's music school in the cello class, graduated from the secondary school of mathematics, in 1971 - the Moscow Technological Institute of the meat and dairy industry. In 1972-73 years. served in the army, in the sports. He worked with various musicians and groups ("Slavs", "Freestyle", with Olga Zarubina, Lev Leschenko, Joseph Kobzon, with the orchestra of Anatoly Kroll). He made his debut as a singer on the professional stage in 1985 at the Moscow International Festival of Youth and Students. The song "Apples in the snow" became the phonographic debut of Mikhail Muromov in 1987. In the late 80's - early 90's, he toured the USSR and foreign countries (including Afghanistan). Master of Sports in Swimming, has a 2nd rank in boxing, travels on mountain and water skiing.