Tatyana Klentieva Biography

People of different nationalities lived in our communal apartment, but they were adjacent very amicably, like one family. The war was survived together. Sarah Savelyevna Balter and the Khomenko family lost their sons. The whole apartment mourned about their death. Aunt Lisa Allahverdovna lost her vision, and we all helped her. I remember how we met Victory Day: salvo salutes and a huge table with treats that our entire apartment was preparing.

No one has ever locked the door. Personally, we did not have any locks on the door. I wrote my dissertation in the room of Sarah Savelyevna. She went to work, and her room was at my disposal. When I grew up, I was sleeping in the Tanya’s room. She had epilepsy, and she asked me to help her during an attack. Aunt Tanya knew Mayakovsky, and she kept a paper napkin on which Mayakovsky’s hand was written a poem dedicated to her.

On the fourth floor, Andrei Goncharov, a former chief director of the Mayakovsky Theater, lived in a communal apartment. I remember the piano with a bust of Beethoven and beautiful plates on the walls of his room. When Andrei Goncharov was traveling with me in our tiny elevator and I was 3-4 years old, he took me in his arms, and we climbed together. He had an amazingly beautiful wife - tall, dark -haired.

On the third floor there was Countess Urusova. Previously, the whole apartment belonged to her, but she was condensed, and she began to live in the same room. When my mother baked pies for the holidays, I always attributed them to treat her. The memory retained her story: “I had never poured a glass of water for myself before, others did it,” she said.

I never go into the bathroom. Two of my sons shot up there - they did not accept the revolution. ” On the ground floor there was Polina Andreevna Gracheva. She sheathed the ballerinas of the Bolshoi Theater and know Moscow. The entire first floor used to belong to her, but she was also condensed. Polina Andreevna was short, with gray, always well -laid hair.

On the left little finger is a ring with a large emerald. She taught me: it is only necessary to eat with silver devices, the paintings in the house should be originals of Aivazovsky, and the length of the dress and skirt should be two fingers below the knees. If you wear this way, then you are a young lady, and above two fingers from the knees is a girl. Remember it! Now her entire apartment is occupied by the Clinic "Dentistry".

I also remember the advice of my grandfather, a naval officer of the tsarist army. The English Queen will never pierce her ears. ” He also said: “Never follow the crowd, be higher. Everyone smokes, you don’t smoke, they drink everything, but you don’t drink. Then you will be a real person. ” Grandfather believed that smoking takes a third of his life. And the truth: he himself lived until 92 years old, my uncle with aunt - almost to his age, and my mother, who smoked, lived only 62 years.

In our lane, outstanding people of cultures settled: I remember I. Kozlovsky, always wrapped in a warm scarf and in high -rods, Richter in a long coat. At the Bolshoi Theater, we often sat next to Galina Brezhneva, who always entered the hall when the light was dangled. Ballet A. Ekaterina Maksimova grew up in the house opposite mine, Nina Timofeeva also lived there.

My son studied with her daughter Nadia in the same class. Aram Ilyich Khachaturian took me to the conservatory for his lessons of composition, he talked a lot about himself and his family. I was friends with Anya Ryndina. In our house there is a beautiful picture of Ryndin "Chamomile and bells." I am happy that I am familiar with the wonderful artist Tatyana Grigoryevna Nazarenko.

Thank you so much for my portrait, which she wrote and gave me. I really liked to go to the rehearsals of symphonic orchestras to the conservatory. The cars that stood in my lane knew which the orchestra rehearsed - Svetlanova, Kondrashin or Dudarova. In it is the icon “The Collection of the Dead” - the same one, before which Sergey Efron with Marina Tsvetaeva was married.

This is one of the few churches that did not close in Soviet times and in which the old interior has been preserved. In the summer, when the windows in our apartment opened, the service in the church was heard, early in the morning - the fight of chimes on Red Square, and in the afternoon came beautiful piano music from the house of composers. Today in Bryusov Lane, much has changed.

New houses were built and old were rebuilt, Chernyshev baths were demolished. There is no beautiful cast -iron fence at our yard. But now there is a monument to A. Only the huge ash, tall and majestic, which I always admired from my windows, has not changed. I have never seen such a high huge tree anywhere. In Bryusov Lane, in our house, I found my happiness - my beloved husband.

A student of Moscow State University came to visit me and brought his friend to show the girl he liked. His friend became my husband. And what is surprising: my husband was baptized when he was a boy, in our church.

When I write these lines, in front of me is the icon "The recovery of the dead." The icon of my husband’s grandmother. Glory to you, Lord, for everything! With what marvelous simplicity the Lord controls everything.