Isabella jumps along with Quentin Durward, the wind blows in their face, waves her luxurious hair, and through the dash - "Isabella's understudy." And so on ... It all went on that "Isabella's backup" should appear in the frame much more often than I do, and the wind will not blow my "luxurious hair", but the wig of the stuntman. I, as a diligent student of Sergei Bondarchuk, wanted to be the mistress of my role and do everything myself. And I set out to master the skills of riding! In VGIK, by the way, equestrian sports were included in the training program. At six in the morning with the first metro train I went to Bitsu. Usually on a horse I, like many students, heroically showered. Once in the schedule after the practice of equestrian sports, we were given dances ... Of course, the "feet with the wheel" is only an internal sensation, but at least the throwing of batmen at the machine was unusual. In order to fully participate in its first "horse" painting, there were few institute classes. And now every day after pairs and rehearsals in VGIK, I began to go to the training in the equestrian club "Burevestnik". I was engaged with a wonderful stuntman, sportsman and teacher Sasha Zhiznevsky. Every day he offered me a new horse so that I would learn to find a common language with different animals - in character and temperament. Our lesson always began with the fact that I independently cleaned the horse and saddled it. By the way, I really liked it: I diligently combed the mane, whispered something to her in the ear, fed apples ... And then - in the arena! There were also falls, and tears, and despair ... The stuntmen taught well, but in a peculiar way. For each drop it was supposed to put a bottle. And I fell quite often. So the picture - Olga Kabo, going to the training through the wine and vodka store - was a common phenomenon. I'm kidding, of course, and if I'm serious, I realized one important thing: if I'm not sure of myself, something is annoyed or tired, the chances of being in the sawdust filings increase dramatically. A horse is an intelligent animal, and if the rider is weak, she will not deny herself the pleasure of confirming it. Not once in my life, then I learned from experience gained by stuntmen!
Films
The films in which Olga had a chance to gallop were several: Knight's Castle, Crusader, Musketeers Twenty Years Later ... Often for the filming take not prepared horses, but simply animals from the nearest state farm. It's not easy to get along with them, because the horse is an excitable creature and all kinds of spears with knightly armor frighten them. In a panic, they fall and at the sight of crinolines, and then another, and you have to skip! In the film "The Possessed" by Igor Talankin, my heroine, Lizaveta Nikolayevna, was supposed to sit in a saddle in a ladies' way. This was a novelty not only for me, but for the mare. She could not understand why she was sitting on her side and kicking her feet only on one side! Filming, just do not laugh, Olga, was held on the territory of the Psychiatric Hospital named after P. P. Kashchenko. There in general it is very beautiful, quiet, and then there is the golden autumn, the paths are covered with carpet from the leaves ... The patients not only went out to take a look at how the movie was shot, but also took an active part in the crowd. In a word, despite our mare's difficulties in terms of ladies' saddles, I really did not want to hit the dirt in the face, and in a literal sense. I am in such situations leads the actor's excitement - to prove to myself that I really can! How did we end up jumping with red on Kashchenko? In general, the impressions associated with horses, I have a lot. One of the horses was presented to me by Nikolai Gogol, the owner of the famous equestrian sport club. "You often visit us, even if you have your own horse - Bouquet." And now Budyonnovsky stallion with a gentle name Bouquet became my reliable friend and protector. Once we were with him at the Spring Dressage Carnival - we prepared a mini-play "Passions for Carmen" with friends. To do this, I had to master a very beautiful element of dressage - the Spanish step. Oh, how many liters of sweat I left in training! I had a break in riding, probably only when I was pregnant with my daughter. But even then she came to the stable to buy some horses. Our ancestors knew perfectly well what they were doing: while riding a horse, all muscle groups work, and if you want it or not, you'll gain a royal posture! And I, among other things, believe that along with a proud back in a person, a certain personal core is formed. Me, at least, horse riding precisely in this sense is disciplined. I do not remember where, but one day I came across a picture of Queen Elizabeth II on horseback. I was delighted: the elderly lady in some funny raincoat riding a dashing horse is incredibly majestic and determined. A wonderful, very life-affirming picture. You know, in Spain there was a time when anyone could take care of horses, but riding a horse - only aristocrats, especially kings. So I like to think that every horseman is a bit of a queen.
Life stage in a new way
Now in my life a new stage has begun! I became the owner of several horses. This happened last year, after my marriage. At the first meeting with Nikolai, it turned out that we have much in common, including a crazy love for these noble animals! Kolya said he was keeping his own and the morning was used to start in the stable. "And I have a stallion Bouquet!" - I was delighted. Of course, Kolya has a lot of advantages, but the common passion for noble animals to our rapprochement, it can be said, clearly contributed. The husband seriously engaged in jumping, and when he takes a barrier a meter and a half high, I look at him as a god - I never found such fearlessness in myself. He wakes up every morning at half-past four, and at seven the husband is already in the saddle. Of course, I could not stand such a regime, although several times a week I try to get out and ride. Alas, it does not always work ...
The "best" gift in the world
Once, on St. Valentine's Day, Nicholas presented a gift that almost turned into a nuisance. In the morning he invited me and my daughter Tanya to travel. We drove away for a long time, and Kolya did not say where or why. As a result, they were in the Yaroslavl region, in a rather large stable. There were a lot of different horses, but the eyes rushed, first of all "black tulips" - the magnificent Dutch horses of the Frisian breed. On the farm these handsome men are bred specially for driving - sports riding in harness. While I admired them, it turned out that we arrived not just to see. Nikolai bought for us a pair of friezes: the Phantom stallion for himself and the mare Antalya, which was intended for me. These horses are very elegant - long, gypsy, curly black manes, brushes on their legs, like cuffs on the queens of time queens ... But it should be noted, for all their grace, these horses are very strong, the breed is still a draft. The mare looked more like a big beautiful plush toy, and with the usual imprudence, I immediately declared that I wanted to ride it. Nicholas supported the idea, adding that these horses have a fabulously beautiful trot. Clothes for riding are always in my trunk, I quickly changed, sat down and ... I did not expect such a quickness from a pretty well-fed horse with a very peaceful expression of muzzle! Therefore, imposingly sitting in the saddle, I did not even understand how it turned out that we suddenly jerked from the spot! So the fairy lynx could not be felt, but I felt the gallop to the full!
Favorite Bourbon
I always seemed to remember that horses are unpredictable animals, it is not known what is going on in their head, so you can not relax in any case. In general, we flew with Antalya in lilac dalits with good acceleration. I could not stop the hooligan or at least reduce the speed of her canter. My husband has two more horses: Diopters - Dunya at home, Holstein breed and Trakehner Time - we affectionately call him Temochka. Elegant, flexible, light, and this one went ... Fortunately, a barrier appeared on the way, and not only I could jump, but also Antalya. Right before the pole, she braked sharply, and I almost flew out of the saddle! My knees trembled, and I was speechless. Honestly, for a long time, my heart was not beating so hard ... It's a pity that our lohmatic people live far away, rarely get to visit them, but we have now two awesome representatives of the Friesian breed! By the way, about the queens ... The more thorough the horse, the more her whims. Dunya, for example, can not stand women, she is jealous: what to say, the mare is to the core! With her, you must necessarily whisper, even to lick up to her, tell her how beautiful she is, to treat her with delicacies. It's funny, of course, but it's true. Diopter adores Kolya - always meets him in the stable with a joyous neigh! He does not tolerate when inexperienced horsemen sit on it, immediately begin to get hurt and shrink. We always prepare thoroughly to visit our pets - we buy carrots, apples, watermelons, everything that horses like. It was very touching, when on the eighth of March I saw two huge packages of fruit at the entrance. "This is Dunya," Nikolai explained. "She also seems to have a holiday today too ..." I got a story with the guests for the favorites. Yes, even what! On the way to the stable I used to stop at the spontaneous marketplace on the sidelines - to buy carrots. Somehow one of the traders, I mentioned that I take vegetables for a horse. And here it is every time, only I drive up, already waving: "Olga, come here! I got your best carrot in your horse. " And I began to buy a treat only from her. One day, the merchant was scraping and hesitating, and finally, he said: "I also like horses very much!" - "I'm glad ..." - "I myself worked at the meat processing plant. There they liked me. Cows are always yelling, and horses are wonderful such - they will collapse into a heap and cry. And their tears are huge ... "After this phrase, I heard only how the wind is rattling a rustling packet of carrots ... Need I say that I did not stop at the side of the road. You know, my first horse, Bourbon, is twenty years old. He is a representative of the Budyonnov breed and has a very hot temper and a fragile body. Every now and then, the Bourbon caught cold, and I bought him a balm Zvezdochka whole kilograms, a child's syrup from a cough liters, because horses are often treated with human medicines. He coughed like an old grandfather, he suffered, but he could not tell where he was hurting. I was incredibly sorry for him. And when Bourbon reached a venerable age, I decided to save him from the stresses and provided him with a decent old age. Now my horse lives in the Orel region at the House of Creativity, plaits the grass and just walks. He deserves it, because Bourbon gave me so much joy and pleasure! And let the six, harnessed to the carriages, and the ladies rushing on a date with a mad gallop, remained only in the cinema. Horses must continue to live next to man as a symbol of freedom and eternal movement.