And even when I started a novel on the side, I kept thinking about Masha: "So she would fall in love!" So much for all the years of my life I've got used to sharing everything good with Masha, that used to eat something delicious - I will propose: "On, try it!"
I thought, I thought how I could help her, and suddenly I remembered about a businessman I knew, Viktor Zakharov ... One day Masha's concert in Portugal was attended by two "new Russians" with huge baskets of flowers. It turns out that businessmen from Ukhta were at this time on business in the United States. When they heard about the performance of their favorite singer, they jerked from America to Madeira. Fans of the Machine Creativity left us their business cards. On one was Victor's phone.
In a word, he found his business card and rang: "I broke up with Masha. Now she is alone. She needs a friend ... "Viktor rushed to Moscow by the first plane. But after a short time he quarreled with Masha.
She calls me again in tears: "Oh, what to do? Victor left. Find me, please! "Naturally, I rushed to search. But Victor began to complain about her capricious nature: "If she was not Masha Rasputina, I would talk to her more strictly! "It was necessary to explain that Masha was a singer, that she had to behave differently with her, not in the same way as with an ordinary woman. In the end, she's a star! But thanks to the first daughter of Masha Rasputina, she became an Olympian of great variety.
Perhaps it was my fault ... I raised this height to Masha, that she could not communicate with anyone on an equal footing. A man who, like me, will give her everything without a trace, is difficult to find ... I did absolutely everything for her, except that I did not go out onto the stage. She sings in front of the audience, and in the hall no one suspects that another "Masha Rasputin" is behind the stage and whispers along with her the words of the song ...
- It turns out, you, like no one, knew and understood this woman.
"We were together for about seventeen years. And this, you must agree, is a lot ...
When they first met, Alla Ageyeva - that's the name Masha - was a simple girl from a remote village Urop. I'm afraid this place, lost in the boundless Siberian taiga, is not even on the map.
Once the poet Leonid Derbenev, who wrote lyrics for Masha "I was born in Siberia," said: "It's difficult to get to where Masha comes from, and it's almost impossible to come from there and settle on the Moscow stage!" I remember with Masha performed with concerts in Kemerovo, in the Sports Palace, and she wanted to show me her village. We sat in a posh Lincoln and set out on a journey. On those roads neither to pass, nor to pass, and we on "Lincoln" have gone. Well, the local star! When the asphalt was over, and the country road started, all in the potholes, our car was trailed to the tractor and dragged along the bumps. As a result, our tractor is stuck in the mud. And a kilometer two had to stomp on foot to the village.
And around the fabulous beauty! Endless taiga! On a high hillock, on the river bank there are several houses. Six or seven ... By the way, these houses, cut down from the centuries-old oaks, are a hundred years old. And nothing, they stand! Only to the ground they left, so much so that the windows just at the ground turned out to be. All the village people lost sight of the living Masha Rasputin. Yes, and the strange car that was waiting for us on the road ...
Masha showed me the house in which she was born. A hut with a closet and a large room. Russian oven, on the windows in pots geranium, in the corner of the image. We brought neighbors of the city's guests: sausages, cheese ...
Masha told me how she, the little one, was forced to feed the pigs. She twisted the tails of shrieking pigs, so that they do not trample the garden. Sometimes I went to the taiga through the river and there, lying in the thick grass, dreamed of growing up and becoming ... the queen of Spain! And she saw Moscow only on a box of chocolates, which she was brought from the city.
I taught her to live differently, in a new way, and to have at least some normal relationship with Masha Rasputina's first daughter. As a sculptor, sculpted from the material that I got, a star. To begin with, Alla from the brunette turned into a blonde: dark hair looked gloomy for a Siberian beauty. Then it seemed to me: she needed to wear a bangs to cover her forehead. Then he changed the shape of her eyebrows. In my opinion, there was a small defect in Alla's face: the distance from the nose to the upper lip did not reach the standard. And I advised her: "You need to smile all the time. Smile to the ears - your horse! Remember! "Next - a figure. I will not say that she was plump, but to lose a few pounds did not hurt. She had a small tummy. I showed her the exercises that could fix this flaw. Every day she was engaged in gymnastics for an hour, and once a week ran around Izmailovsky Park.
I had to be both her stylist, and make-up artist, and tailor. I measured her feet by the centimeter. They were very beautiful in shape, but the lower part of the foot seemed shorter. And I, accurate to a millimeter, calculated the length of Masha's skirt with oblique incisions on its sides. And fourteen centimeters heels became her business card. Believe me, this is a whole art! How beautiful to show the leg, how to give a hand, how to smile in time ...
I taught Masha correctly speak, eat, dress, move, elegantly get out of the car. And, of course, sing! To change the timbre of her voice, I had to work hard. Only in the late 1980s Masha will sing his proprietary "Rasputin" voice, for this I taught her a very complex technique called "splitting of bundles".
"It's just the story of Pygmalion and his Galatea!"
- It is possible and so to say. It took me eight whole years to turn Alla Ageyev, singing in a thin voice, not knowing a musical note, to the famous Masha Rasputin ...
... My story with Masha Rasputina, oddly enough, began with a school prom. I professionally went in for sports and did not think about music. Once at the dance I noticed that all the girls, like bees, spin around the stage where the guy with the guitar was singing: "I drank birch sap in the spring forest ..." I have biceps, triceps, and then some kind of hilak! "Aha, - I think, - it turns out, whoever the girls love!" The boy sang, jumped off
from the stage and was about to leave, as I grabbed his shoulder: "Well, show me where you were hitting here." He showed a couple of chords. And that's all! The whole night, I sat in the attic, analyzing the song. Around the pigeon coo, and I, washing fingers in the blood, I sit with a guitar. From that moment my love for music started, which abruptly changed destiny and connected us with Masha ...
- Where did you find this Siberian miracle?
- At the knitting factory "Red Dawn", which is near the metro station "Semenovskaya" ...
At that time I worked a lot in the South with instrumental ensembles, but the moment came when I decided to move to Moscow and create my own team. The question arose: where to rehearse? Someone advised to get a job at this factory. I gladly agreed to lead a music circle for a half-time. After all, the main thing was to get the keys from the assembly hall! During the day, I and the guys rehearsed there, and in the evening I taught the basics of playing guitar with winders and spinners. Girls with pleasure ran to us.
One day, I stole a breathtaking bust from a scene in a crowd of young weavers! Then our views with the owner of the bust met. There was a pause. I did not find anything better to ask: "Girl, but you do not sing?" She backed away frightened, but her friends pushed her forward. She took the microphone and sang something in a thin voice. This was our first meeting with the future pop star Masha Rasputina ...
Masha said that she moved from her village to a small town called Belovo. There she decided to study for a painter. But then she dropped her studies and went, like her cousin Frosya Burlakova, to conquer Moscow with one suitcase. Examinations, she said, she failed in the theatrical institute. I had to get a job as a student. There was a limit that allowed thousands of the same girls like her to live in Moscow. In a word, she became a "limitchitsey."
I will not say that Alla was a beauty, but from her came such an aroma of freshness and purity that it was immediately understandable - this girl comes from Siberia. Very naive, with a melodious gossip, open, direct. Somehow she, wanting to show her knowledge of music, asked me importantly: "Do you have a phaser?" Referring to the feyser - the pedal used by guitarists. She obviously heard about this at the dance in the club, where she ran with her friends, so she told me. Then Mashinho desire to seem like a great specialist in music terribly touched me ...
She drew all her knowledge from films. In the factory club they were spinning indefinitely the Indian cinema, they brought "Come and talk" with Alla Pugacheva. She ran about ten times to look at her. Pugacheva was for Masha's idol!
Once we talked heart to heart with the first daughter of Masha Rasputina and Alla. Alla said that she had come from Siberia to Moscow, she has been living here for six months already. Complained how difficult it is for one - only sixty rubles, lives in a dormitory in a room with three girls. "And where?" - I ask. "On the Fourth Park," Alla replied. "Wow, what a coincidence! - I was surprised. - And I'm on the Second Park. Neighbors, it turns out. "
Once we meet with Alla in the club. She almost cries. Here, they say, received an advance and ... all the money was spent. And for a long time already. It turns out that I could not resist, I bought three chocolate bars and a chicken and ate all at one go. She was always hungry. Appetite something Siberian, heroic! Instantly he will spend all his salary, and then runs to borrow money from girlfriends. Only the debt will give - and again the hungry man sits, paw sucks. "My head is spinning constantly, and my stomach hurts!" - she complained. I was so sorry for her that I immediately suggested .- "And come to visit me. Mom will cook something. "
In the evening we met at the metro station "Semenovskaya". Alla came in a plaid coat, in which she came from Siberia. Mom at dinner pressed the cutlet for the whole family. I put a frying pan on the table, on which eight pieces were smoking, and for some reason left the kitchen for a moment.
I return - and in the pan alone two cutlets lie. They're waiting for me. Well, what can you do? Hunger, as they say, is not an aunt! Most of all, Alla loved, of course, dumplings. Could eat not one plate. Over time, of course, she learned to control her appetite ... Mom, I remember, was slightly surprised by this behavior of my new acquaintance, but I explained everything to her. Since then, I began to feed her regularly.
- Masha before you were suitors?
"She was only eighteen." Very young. Of course, the girl she was prominent, many tried to priuadit for her, but because she was brought up in austerity, everyone drove. She took care of herself for her husband.
This was before we met. A certain guy from Belov was courting her. Once he came from Siberia to Moscow, found his old love and invited to a date. Alla, about anything, not suspecting, came to the boyfriend in the hotel room. And he began to harass her. It was necessary for her, poor, to resist fiercely and flee, leaving him with nothing.
In Moscow, Alla, the more experienced girlfriends dragged themselves to the dances every Sunday. Sometimes the gentlemen invited the girls to restaurants. She repeatedly got into some stories, sometimes had to fight back. She was so naive that she could not even imagine that it was necessary to "pay off" for a treat. One day Alla ran away from the restaurant, jumping out of the window. Thank God, it was just the first floor ...
Alla often came to our rehearsals. We did not have any novel at all. A couple of times they kissed, that's all. And then I went on business to the south. After a while she calls me. And immediately in tears: "Vov, imagine, I overslept, and I got fired for this from work. From the hostel they drive out. I have nowhere to go. What should I do? "Apparently, her friends advised her: they say, a Muscovite, a bachelor, there's nothing to lose! I thought and thought and decided: "Go to my mother. You'll live with us until I'm gone. Then we'll figure something out. " I telephoned my mother. Of course, she had questions. But I'm still thirty-four years old, an independent man. I said to my mother: Alla will sing in our ensemble, in a word, not an outsider ...
I return in about two weeks , Alla is already with us. In the evening the whole family had supper. From that day on, they began to live happily ever after. Where should I go? Love carrots! ..
- Have you explained each other in love?
- We did not say anything to each other. Everything happened naturally. After all, the fact that she decided to come to live with me, and the fact that I allowed it, removed the taboo on the relationship ...
Of course, Alla reached out to me: an athlete, a musician, does not drink, does not smoke, and a person is reliable, without stupidities. What else?! She needed a shoulder on which she could lean, and I set her up.
The apartment we had a small, two-room. Parents lived in a twenty-meter room, and we are in my six-meter building. In our room there was a sliding sofa and a piano.
With my mother, Alla did not have a relationship at once. Alla is a sharp man, with Siberian straightforwardness, and my mother, a native Muscovite, took offense at many things. But if the conflict was brewing, it did not reach the scandal: I or my father always tried to disrupt it. By the way, on the farm, Alla was a great master, making order at lightning speed. She washed her underwear: the washing machine in our tiny bathroom could not be squeezed. Naturally, as a true siberian, she skillfully sculpted dumplings. But basically my mother was cooking, Alla was more on the hook.
When she became a star, and she had a big wardrobe - some 50 fur coats! - was managed with all this economy just great. I always praised her: "You have two talents - to sing and clean!" She collected her suitcases, she did not allow anyone to go to this process. The master was of all trades! But not often she had to show this talent. Basically, we traveled with concerts, lived in hotels, ate, of course, in restaurants ...
"How did you meet her parents?"
"They came to visit us for a few days. They were arranged for the night in the parents' room. The four of them with my ancestors were sleeping on the couch.
They, naturally , were all into the curiosity: both Red Square, and the metro, and the film on "vidik", which I showed them after supper. Masha's parents gathered to move to Ukraine, so they stopped by the daughter. A very restless person was her mother! She was obsessed with changing places - all the time she moved from city to city ... In Siberia she was cold, in Cheboksary, where they later lived, too, did not stay long: "Something I do not like neighbors!" And again, moving - in the Kamenka. Masha's father obediently went everywhere for his wife.
Nikolay Ageyev was a true Siberian, worked as an electrician. One day an accident occurred at work - he was under stress and lost both hands. Masha was quite a child when her father became disabled. She told me how she often went fishing with her dad. Helped him to put a worm on the hook and deftly removed from him the caught fish. She was also a great master of fish cleaning.
My mother, in my opinion, grew up in the orphanage. An eight-year-old girl was selected by circus performers for the "rubber", because she was surprisingly flexible, and she appeared in the program at Igor Kio. Then, due to a back injury, she had to leave the circus. She left with the geological party to work in Siberia. There she met her love - Nikolai Ageyev.
The family lived on a father's pension, plus my mother worked. Masha has a younger brother, Kolya. She told me how he had been deceiving him in his childhood.
Mom will buy halva for children, and Alla Kolya is scared: "Look, do not eat this muck! The Uzbeks kick it. " He, naive, believed her, and all the delicacy went to a cunning older sister. Kolia long remembered this to her: "You deceived me!", And she laughed loudly in reply: "Do not believe me, you fool!" Kolya came to Moscow to us when Alla became Masha Rasputina, and also wanted to sing. But he did not succeed. I made him a technician to us. Now he works as a machinist in the metro ...
A year has not passed since Alla confessed that we will have a child. "It's early ... I wanted you to start singing ... However, do as you know," he told her and left for business in Sochi. We did not sign. Eight years have lived a civil marriage. It was summer. Masha came to stay with me. I remember, I went in a cap, with my belly already outlined, I breathed the sea air. And when it was time to give birth, she announced: "I will go to my mother, to Ukraine."
"What did you call your daughter?"
- Masha named her after her mother - Lida. I was against calling a child in honor of one of the family members, they say - a bad omen. But Masha insisted on it. My daughter lived in Ukraine for a long time: in the summer there is warmth, fruits, vitamins. Once we went with Masha Lida to visit. My daughter was a year and a half. I look, my mother-in-law allows her everything, indulges her every whim. Lida is knocking her grandfather on the head with a wooden hammer, and no one will even make a comment! She asks for a candy, she immediately: "Eat, gildly!" I could not restrain myself and said: "Lydia Georgievna, why are you spoiling the child so much? It is impossible to indulge her in everything! "And then it raced! Word by word, we quarreled. I turned and went to the exit: "If so, I went home!" Masha all in tears rushed after me: "I do not want to stay here any longer, I'm with you!" We left. And after a while they took Lida to Moscow ...
It was necessary to make room: in our tiny room between the sofa and the piano squeezed a baby cot. And Masha went to an ordinary women's life: her husband, a child, pans ... Could she imagine then that the glory with Pugacheva herself will soon compete ?!
"Why did not you sign?" Masha did not hint, they say, get married?
- Is not the birth of a child a hint? There was simply no time. And she did not insist. I was always in Sochi on business. And it gradually began to teach music. I'll bring it to the piano and show: "These are the keys. White is tone, black is semitone. Try it. " She obeyed me. Quickly I realized: what I tell her, I must do!
Masha followed me everywhere. Of course, she wanted to see the country and to perform on stage. We with the ensemble have prepared one song from the repertoire of Pugacheva, she with her and performed with us in restaurants ...
- When did you finally decide to legalize the marriage?
- Lida was already eight years old, and we all lived not painted. Finally, Masha was invited to the festival in Germany, and to go abroad, I needed a stamp in my passport. On the same day, we signed. And Masha became Alla Ermakova. And ten years later, due to her acquaintance with high police officers, she received a new document, in which it was written in black and white - Maria Rasputina. So the pseudonym became her real name.
"Have you thought of a pseudonym?"
- There are no trifles in art. Already the name itself must play! Once she fell into the memories: "I remember, I'll still call my grandmothers from the village all over again, pick up a penny from them and announce a concert. I'll put two chairs, tie the curtain sheet to them and let's sing. And in the neighboring village half of the inhabitants wore the name of Rasputin. And even, perhaps, Grishka Rasputin himself was from those very places. " Then it dawned on me - Masha Rasputin! But she did not want to become Masha for a long time. All Siberian girls, when they come to conquer the capital, dream of being Isold, Juliet, and then some kind of Masha ... Rustic! In the beginning she acted under the name of Marianna Ageyev. To my taste, it turned out very sweetly. I wanted something originally Russian, mighty, like her voice. And then, the second Alla, after Pugacheva, on the stage could not be! In a word, I persuaded her for a whole month. At last she gave up. So Masha Rasputin appeared.
Literally a month later, I forgot that her name was Alla. Masha and Masha. I remember her father came to visit. "Alla," he says to his daughter. I said to him: "Nicholas, do not call her that. She will not even respond. "