At first, my mother and her parents and elder sister Margarita lived in Guryevsk. My father worked all his life at the steelmaker's factory, my mother worked there. Then they moved to Cherepovets - an industrial, gassy city. Since his home in Podgorny (mother's maiden name) did not exist, they often moved from one apartment to another. One day my mother returned from school, and no one opened the door to her. A compassionate neighbor came out and told the poor girl that her parents had moved in the morning, calling some district and street. And only in the evening my mother found her new place of residence. I can explain this "oversight" only by the fact that my grandfather and grandmother were so wrapped up in their work that they simply forgot to warn their daughter about the move. Once, when my mother and sister were asleep, and my parents were not at home, a drunken neighbor began to pound into the room. The girls were scared to death and only thanks to Rita, who managed to close the door on the bolt, escaped from a rowdy neighbor. My mother told me that somehow their class was taken to the Cherepovets Iron and Steel Works, where her father worked. After that, she winced for a long time in a dream. The smelting furnaces were hot and there was an incredible roar. Periodically, steelworkers directly in protective robes stood under the ice shower installed in the shop, and steam fell from people. Mom decided that this is what hell looks like. Then she swore that she would certainly change her life and would never need it. Grandfather drank hard and died early. Grandmother, left alone, devoted herself to her daughters. She wanted her mother to become a music teacher, and the eldest Rita - an artist. Therefore, Anya was assigned to a music school, and Ritu to an art school. Soon the grandmother and the girls moved into a tiny room in a communal apartment. Conditions were terrible, my mother sometimes slept in the common kitchen, because there was too little room in the room. And then my grandmother decided to write a letter to her namesake Victor Podgorny, a member of the CPSU Central Committee. Imagine - they immediately allocated a room more spacious! Joy there was no limit, but soon Rita went to another city to enter the art school. And next to her mother announced that she would go to take examinations at the Yaroslavl Theater School. Grandmother did not dare to let her younger daughter go alone and went with her. Mom went through all the tours, but somehow she was sure she had not, and was already going to return home, without waiting for the result. And my grandmother still looked at the lists and saw the name Podgornaya. This was the beginning of adulthood - a hostel, study, labor camp.
Love, feelings ...
"My future father, Alexander Samokhin, attended my mother's course. He came to Yaroslavl from Vladikavkaz and was older than his mother for eight years. He had already graduated from the seamstress, worked as a decorator. Imagine, almost all classmates were in love with him. Dad said that they were taught some beauties, my mother, on their background looked barely fledgling sparrow - in a cross-dressed school uniform, slender, inconspicuous. In addition, my grandmother cut my girls under the pot, so that it was easier to take care of the "fashionable hairdo". Dad swam in the female attention. But soon everything changed. In the summer, students were sent to potatoes. It must be clarified that on their course there were two handsome friends - a brunette, my dad, and a blond man. So the blond first drew attention to his mother, which he immediately informed his closest friend. In response, Dad only laughed: "But you, leave it, it's a criminal case. She is a child! "But nevertheless he began to look closely to my mother. He thought: "And Podgornaya is nothing - and a figure, and eyes!"
My parents started a romance
Soon they began to meet, rented an apartment and moved out of the hostel. This fact my mother hid from her grandmother for a long time, only Margarita was aware of her heartfelt deeds: she fell in love with her mother and immediately wrote a letter to her sister. When my mother turned eighteen, she and dad signed. The wedding was very modest: exchanged in the registry office rings, at home the table was covered. The bride was wearing a trouser suit and without a veil. Parents from morning till night learned, there was absolutely no time for entertainment. And my mother was busy in all student performances. Thank God, my grandmother saw her daughter on stage. But before the movie premiere did not live to see it. My mother was twenty-five years old when my grandmother died of a stroke. Recently I got into her hands a letter: "I'm shocked, I'm proud of you, Anechka. Imagine that I will always sit in the tenth row, in the tenth place and look at you. " Mom was twenty when I was born. Parents already lived in Rostov and worked in the Theater for Young Spectators under director Vyacheslav Gvozdkov. He took his father into the company, and took Mom into an appendage. But as a result, she beat almost all the repertoire in this theater. Gvozdkov was against his actresses giving birth, even threatened my mother that would deprive her of roles. But she did not obey the dictates, for which I am immensely grateful. And it began - diapers, ryazhonki ... Honestly, my mother was lost in spirit. Not only that in a hostel conditions not so hot, also sleepless nights, and forced home "arrest". In addition, my mother was in the center of so-called behind-the-scenes intrigues. In "Cyrano de Bergerac" she rehearsed Roxane, the premiere was soon to be held. And suddenly, at the very last moment, the role was given to another actress for no apparent reason. The times were not easy, but since my father worked part time painting gypsum masks - they were then fashionable to hang on the wall, we lived much better than others. You can say that he became the first entrepreneur in the acting environment. On the money earned, my father bought local clothes from his mother's side. Imagine how she, from head to toe dressed in a "firm", brags to her friends: "And my Sasha knows how to make money!" I was having fun in the hostel, where many children were swarming. Everyone went to visit each other, the doors were never locked. And the parents later recalled this segment of life with warmth. Nevertheless, my mother was striving for something more, she wanted to achieve a lot, because not for nothing that she swore once that she would never need. Once my mother told her father: "We must go to Poland! They say that you can settle down there properly. " Papa was surprised: "What are we going to do there?" She answered without hesitation, "Yes, at least drive a tram!" - Thank God, this did not happen: at that moment on the horizon an assistant director Alexander Prosyanov, who came to Rostov to look for an actress on the role of Mercedes in the film "The Prisoner of the Castle If." He saw a picture in the actor's department of his mother and came to the hostel to check it with the original. Imagine: a girl comes to meet him in a dressing gown with a basin, without a gram of make-up. As it seemed to him, a gray mouse. Mother flew to her room in a bullet, led a marathon and got the first starring role. In a letter to my grandmother, my mother wrote: "Maybe this is the launch pad from which my take-off will begin. Directed by Georgy Yungvald-Khilkevich asked where I, a young girl, have such depth in the eyes. But you know how close I take someone else's grief, how I worry about everything. " Over the years, my mother changed, became more rigid. I built a wall between myself and the rest of the people ...
Shooting
I am firmly convinced that my mother was beautiful and without any make-up, but she attached great importance to her appearance. I never left the house "not in shape". I remember, for hours I watched how my mother painted, admired her. I was about thirteen, I sat opposite and looked at my mother like a boa constrictor on a fakir. In the beginning she laid out magic jars, boxes, powder boxes. The reincarnation ritual lasted a long time, and the lion's share of time was spent on eyelashes. When she put the finishing touch, she sighed: "My God! How could I be so sick of it! "And I did not understand how I could get bored of being painted? No sooner had my mother starred in the role of Mercedes, as director Yuri Kara invited her to the picture "Thieves in the Law." This film came out before the "Prisoner of the Castle If", so many consider Rita the first mother's role. By the way, the heroine of the story of Fazil Iskander was called differently, it was Mother who insisted that she be renamed Rita, in honor of her sister. I rested in Sochi, when the "Thieves in the Law" came out on the screens. I was allowed to go to the movie with my grandmother, despite the fact that I was only five years old. The guard saw me and exclaimed: "Oh, girl, how you look like Rita! Are you by any chance her daughter? "I even had a haircut like my mother's. After the session my grandmother could not calm me for a long time: when my mother at the end of the film in a red dress runs along the path, and her own father shoots at her, I screamed at the whole hall: Mam was killed! Many times I reviewed my mother's films, but not "Thieves in the Law" - it was too childish impression. My mother told me how difficult it was for her to finish. When the shooting was over, it turned out that there was not enough of a close-up of the heroine lying on the grass. With difficulty found in the stadium a patch of land with green grass - it was already the end of October. My mother lay for a long time on the frozen earth and as a result, started to have pneumonia ... She began to withdraw a lot, went to meetings with the audience. There was a problem what to do with me. And then they decided that I would live with my father's parents - my grandmother and grandfather (her second husband, a Dagestan) in Vladikavkaz. Alexander's grandmother, after whom I was named (we were even born on the same day), was very strict, but grandfather Nabi Hasanovich spoiled me immensely, constantly giving jewelry. I went all in gold - rings, earrings, chains. When my parents took me, Nabi told my grandmother Sasha: "I love this girl so much that I just suffocate without it." In the summer, when I visited them, my grandfather had a holiday. After the release of "Thieves in the Law", my mother came to Vladikavkaz to see me. My God, it was impossible to walk down the street with her! The men literally folded their necks. I walked alongside her, such a small little spike, and I was filled with pride. True, at school I was hiding who my mother was - trying not to be conceited. My parents lived in Leningrad, at the Sovetskaya Hotel for the first time. Before them there was a choice: Moscow or city on the Neva? Dad recalled that everything was decided by one romantic evening, or rather, a white night. They stood on the Fontanka bridge, and my mother said: "What a beautiful city! Let's stay here. " But my mother saw Leningrad only infrequently, since she took off without interruption. My grandmother periodically took me to her to shoot. In six years I visited the shooting of the film "Gangsters in the Ocean". For a whole month my grandmother and I lived in a cabin on a dry cargo ship. There I became friends with the actor Sergei Krylov. We played with him in school. He laughed: "Study, Sasha, everyone will write in the school" malako ", and you write" milk "!" In the film "Don Cesar de Bazan" I even starred in a small episode: a gypsy girl with curls, which sits in the hands of Michael Boyarsky, it's me. Boyarsky was my idol. The film was shot in Vilnius in the summer. There was an incredible heat, and my mother had to rehearse a dance with hoops. I remember how angry I was at the director Jan Fried: he sits all day under an awning and sips water with ice, and my mother dances in the sun in the corset!
I vaguely remember shooting "Tsar's Hunt" in Sevastopol, although all this time I lived with my mother. Only a lot of evening gatherings with actors, tales, anecdotes. At that time I really liked Nikolay Eremenko. In general, all my childhood passed with adults, and my parents did not prevent it. After the movie "Train to Brooklyn," my mother became friends with Rodion Gazmanov and his mother. This friendship lasted until the end of her days. Every time my parents left on business, I was terribly worried, I cried. I was offended by them until I was twenty. Probably, I will understand only those children who were brought up by grandparents. But otherwise it was impossible ... There was such a situation in my life, I would do the same thing: I would leave the child with a native person and pursue a career. My parents took me to their apartment when they got their lodgings - a room in a communal apartment. I was eight years old. My mother rarely came home, mostly I spent time with my dad, we did not have any water. Mom incredibly much starred, was still engaged in the troupe of the theater "Baltic House". True, she played a little, but she never felt like an unclaimed theater actress. She has a new circle of contacts - people from business. At that time people stopped going to the theater. One day, only fifteen people came to the play "The Swedish Castle". There were more actors on stage than spectators. This performance in an empty room and made my mother decide to leave the theater. She went out to the public, asked for forgiveness and left the stage. Mom and father offered to leave the theater, do business. But then he was not ready for such an act ....
Life stage
Eleven years - for me a certain stage in life. Then I became an adult. In the summer, when I was vacationing in Vladikavkaz, my beloved grandfather Nabi died. For me, his loss became a great shock. At this moment, my father called and said: "Sasha, we broke up with your mother. She will now live with Uncle Dima. " I knew Dima well, he was a member of our house. The fact that he was in love with his mother could be seen with the naked eye. Dima liked to joke: "So your daughter will grow up, I'll marry her!" - How did they meet? They were introduced by the composer Igor Azarov. Mom recorded a song with him, and they decided to mark this event in one of the first cooperative cafes in the city, owned by Dima. Ever since, Dima has always been visiting us. Dad, we must give him his due, a man of calm, uneducated, so this situation was dignified, without hysteria. Dimin's feelings were noticeable even to the blind and deaf. I, frankly, have never met such love in my life. He could not exist without my mother for five minutes. When she went out into the kitchen, she immediately heard: "Masha, where are you? I can not live without you". In thirty years my mother was married to Dima in St. Nicholas Cathedral. She was dazzlingly beautiful in a luxurious long dress and seemed to me like an angel. I proudly carried a train for my bride. The wedding took place in the winter, right after my mother's birthday. I remember Dima joking: "I was hoping that I would marry a woman who was twenty-nine, and married a thirty-year-old. Did not have time.
How did you react to the rupture of your parents?
Fair? After their divorce, I took Dad's side. Since my mother was the initiator of the break, I went to live with my father. Only now I understand what a blow it was for my mother. She persuaded me to stay for a long time, but I was adamant. And my dad soon married Svetlana, whom I met before my marriage to my mother, eighteen years ago. Here is a story of love! Svetlana moved to her father with her two children, and we were five in a small apartment. Mom with a new force began to persuade me: "Sasha, you know, Dad is now difficult. He can not tell you about it himself. We will make you feel better. " And I gave up. True, we lived in rented apartments, constantly moving from one to another. So all the stories that Anna Samokhina married a millionaire are not true. Dima for the sake of my mother left the family, leaving the apartment to his ex-wife. Mom and Dima worked hard. And from a small cafe with plastic tables and chairs managed to make two prestigious restaurants. I think my mother was bribed in Dima, his determination and clearly expressed leadership qualities. She appreciated this very much in men. Dad is a more gentle person, intelligent, tactful.
What kind of relationship do you have with your stepfather?
It's soft to say, uneasy. Although Dima admitted that I was smart beyond my years, and often got into conversations with me on serious topics, I can not say that it brought us together. Dima constantly joked with me, ridiculed my teenage clubfoot, and I, of course, took offense. I suspect that my mother quarreled with him because of me. At that time, I seriously took a great interest in reading. And I did not need any friends, no cavaliers, no dates. Dima was alarmed: "The child does not attend the section, circles, does not communicate with peers! And most importantly - does not study English! "But my mother did not press me and was very loyal to my hobbies. After her divorce from her father, she became softer. I could twist the rope from her. Most likely, it was caused by a sense of guilt. Later my mother confessed: "I was sorry for you, did not make you study English, and did not teach you how to manage. And all because of the fact that you divorced your father, grandfather died, you lived with your grandmother. Still you had to tear you like a Sidorov goat! "At the age of thirteen I had a desire to paint and try on my mother's things. In a word, I wanted to become an adult as soon as possible. Mom and Dima were busy building a country house and often left the city for several days. In my mother's absence I liked to climb into her closet and measure all evening dresses, wigs, boas and stoles. I saw her friends in her velvet velvet dressing gown. I walked around the apartment and felt like Greta Garbo in a luxury hotel. Once after another "salon" I washed the dishes and accidentally dabbed the sleeves of my robe. Mom should have been back soon, so I quickly hung up my dressing gown in the closet. And so my mother climbs into the cupboard behind her dressing-gown. "Sasha, did you wear it?" I answered without answering: "No, of course!" Mom: "Sasha, do not lie! The sleeves are wet! Okay, would you just put on my robe, but why lie ?! "Mom could forgive a man for any offense, but she could not stand the lies. After that she did not talk to me for several days. I remember the lesson for the rest of my life. If I ever wanted to deceive my mother, I remembered the burgundy gown - and the desire to lie immediately disappeared. At the age of fifteen I tried to smoke. One day my mother comes to my room, and I just changed clothes and two stashed cigarettes fell to the floor. I, like Witsin, quickly stepped on one cigarette, then another. Mom even got confused: "Well, I went." A dumb reproach has done its job, since then the desire to smoke has disappeared. At school, I had a best friend, her name was Vera. For some reason, her parents forbade her to go to my birthday. But Vera disobeyed and came. Naturally, I took the side of a friend, convinced that her parents are real monsters, who need to be taught. And left her to spend the night, despite the fact that she was very afraid to deceive my mother. What tricks we did not go! My room was next to the front door, in addition, had a balcony on which it was convenient to hide. So we spent three whole days. In the evening, when my mother came into the room to bid me a good night, Vera ran out in a T-shirt to the balcony, despite the fact that it was winter. At night, I dragged her food from the refrigerator. One day my mother suspected something: "Sasha, what's going on with you?" You always eat alone in your room. " I answered that I badly need personal space and ask me not to bother. We played to the point that, going out with Vera to the street, they hid from the police. When Verina mother came to me, desperate to find a daughter, I, looking at her with honest eyes, said that I had not seen my friend for three days. Then Vera took pity on her parents and returned home ... Mom learned about this story only on the transfer "Bluff Club". She was sure that I had come up with everything, and after learning the truth, I could not come to myself for a long time.
Anna stopped to act in films and took up restaurants?
Mom did not act in film all year three, when in the country and in cinema there was a deep crisis, then offers fell as from a cornucopia. When the break broke in the profession, she filled the pause with a restaurant. Mom herself came up with an interior, made up a menu. We must give her due credit, her mother cooked incomparably. That only cost a dessert "Anna", enjoyed great popularity! Mom madly liked the role of businesswoman, and she coped with it perfectly. In the restaurant acted as a hospitable hostess, personally hosted both Gerard Depardieu, Pierre Richard, and Sylvia Kristel, and the group "Aerosmith". Natasha Koroleva celebrated her birthday in our restaurant. I remember my mother's strict bearing, she had an iron note in her voice: the employees should have been kept toned. For days on end, she and Dimoy disappeared in the restaurant. And all seven years that we lived together, practically did not part, we worked together, we had a rest together. Perhaps this was the error. As a result, they were tired of each other. Divorce with Dima was heavy. But, it seems to me, their feelings have not cooled down after the parting.
Why did they break up?
Both had a difficult character. You can say, I found a braid on a stone. Mom really appreciated the endurance in people, and she did not allow herself to be dismissed. I do not remember that ever the pope raised his voice at least to her tone. Dima was absolutely unrestrained - when there was a conflict, it literally bore. Could explode, scream. Mom was very hard to bear this. But the story ended, but the feelings remained. Dima somehow confessed to me: the way he loved his mother, no one will fall in love. But life goes on. I hope that in his life there will still be a lot of love ... Mom left Dima for nowhere, leaving him a country house. I was sent to my grandmother, who by that time had moved from Vladikavkaz to St. Petersburg. I think my mother did so that I did not see family scenes. After the divorce from Dima, my mother and I went to "lick the wounds" in Croatia. It was the most wonderful trip in our life! Every evening we went to the disco and danced almost until the morning. With us tried to get acquainted with the local handsome men. They ran after him and shouted: "Sisters? Mom joked: "I'm probably from my sister immediately re-qualified as a grandmother." For many years we remembered this trip ... Mom experienced a divorce from Dima is very painful. For the rest of her life she remembered her phrase: "Sasha, even if the uncertainty is ahead of him and it's terrible to take a step, do it anyway. Do not stay where it's hard for you. " During this period, my mother really wanted to move to Moscow: she worked there a lot. I often visited her, and we planned that soon I would move to her. But in her life there was Eugene Borisovich - a former military man, a customs officer. Mom at that time really needed support. Zhenya saw her and fell in love without a memory. Apparently, he decided: if now my mother does not win, then nothing will come out. He went to Moscow for his mother and persuaded her to return to St. Petersburg. Honestly, I was against it. But in our family it is not accepted to interfere in the personal life of loved ones. Therefore, the gossip about the fact that my mother separated me from the cavaliers - a complete nonsense. She could listen, give advice, but she never pressed me. And I tried to do the same. She only said that she would like her to stay in Moscow. But, apparently, at that moment she needed a strong man's shoulder, and she returned. We must give Yevgeny his due: he surrounded his mother with incredible attention, fulfilled her every desire. Mom appreciated this, and I eventually changed my mind about him. Zhenya accompanied her to all the performances, even went with her mother on tour. Organized everything at the highest level, so that my mother was comfortable and comfortable. If she wanted grouse and pineapple at twelve at night, I'm sure Zhenya could get it. When my mother moved to Yevgeny in Vsevolozhsk in his country house, she decided that there and will live until the end of her days. Immediately, everything in the house was rebuilt, planted wonderful flowers, and set up a dacha fork. But they parted ... In the beginning, Zhenya realized that next to him was the screen star, and then he played in the mother's director, decided questions about her filming, interviews. Later, and did come to the conclusion that next to him just "aunt", which should all throw and indulge him, unique and unique. But my mother immediately showed that she could never make a submissive woman of the East out of her. At this time my mother and I toured together and even acted in film. In Dmitry Svetozarov's film "Three colors of love," I played my mother in my youth, and in "The Black Crow" - her granddaughter. Mom praised me, but in fact once did not want me to become an actress! Once she even said that she would put a candle in the church, if only I did not enter the theater. She dreamed that I was engaged in restaurant business.
The thing is that I always forgot something ... In the theater, my mom pantyhose shot without end. Once she could not stand: "Lord, Sasha, how much you can! I'll lie in the coffin, but you'll still come and ask me for tights! "My mother spent the last few days in the hospital. She said: "I do not understand what is happening to me. It seems that tomorrow I will wake up and be healthy ... "Mom is essentially a loner. Tell me, what kind of normal person will require that he be placed in the hospice? And my mother did not want to get sick at home. Once she said: "You bore me, take me to the doctors." So my mother got into the hospice No. 3- She needed peace, not to see me, running around the apartment with bulging eyes and constantly offering one or the other. I wanted to pull it out in any ways, and she was tired of excessive attention. And she wanted to leave the life quietly and without fuss ... My mother had a separate room with a TV. Fortunately, she managed to watch one of her latest films, "The House Without an Outlet," and was very pleased with this work. Rita and I used to visit my mother every day. Her friends came, there were Dad and Dima nearby. Died mother in a dream with a smile on her face. The nurse told me an amazing story. For about two hours, through the dozing, she heard a bell ringing and went to her mother's room ... In recent years, my mother has become wiser, softer. To many questions fit philosophically. I hated gossip, slander. She was kind of a little over people. On the last day of her life she said: "If I get out, I will not be an actress anymore, I'll do charity." These words did not sound grandiloquent - after all the person stood on the verge of death. I know, my mother would have had time to do a lot, because for whatever she took, she did everything perfectly well. My mother also said: "I forgive everyone. The Ani you knew did not exist anymore. " Madly sorry that I did not have time to give my mother an expensive gift. And I so dreamed about it! My mother kept a children's card with carved tulips, which I made with my own hands by the Eighth March, my first booties, letters from my mother, my sisters. In the depths of her soul, she was a very sentimental person. Only at the funeral, I realized that I had lost not only my mother, but also my closest friend. In the most difficult moments of my life, my mother always magically appeared nearby. And now, when I step on the stage, I imagine: here she is sitting in the tenth row in the tenth place and looking at me ...