Shvydkoy, Khazanov, Rost, Averin came to say goodbye to Alexander Shirvindt
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Almost a month after the death of Alexander Shirvindt, Moscow finally said goodbye to its beloved artist. On Sunday, the burial of the ashes took place at the Novodevichy Cemetery. The press and photographers were not allowed.
On the approach to the fifth section, which is along the Central Alley of Novodevichy, closer to the new territory of the cemetery, there is a cordon of theater administration employees at an improvised fence. They let you in as if according to lists. I enter with the wonderful artist Andrei Ilyin, with whom we immediately join a group of people dressed mostly in black. A little ahead you can see a tent in black fabric, under it on a raised platform there is an urn, and it is impossible to believe that in this rectangular box there is what was previously called succinctly and expressively – Shirvindt. Or Shura, as his friends called him. Or Alexander Anatolyevich, as his young colleagues and theater employees addressed him. And finally, Dad Shura – that’s how he was for students and students. But death makes no difference.
Immersed in these sorrowful thoughts, I don’t even notice how some tall woman with a face firm in her determination jumps up to me from behind: “Who are you? Get out of here,” and still persistently pushes me in the back. He doesn’t scream yet, but hisses, and everyone can hear it. Those standing nearby were shocked by this behavior of a theater employee who, perhaps, works at Satire, but knows few of those who had close contact with Alexander Anatolyevich, who was no stranger to the theater. Andrei Ilyin stands up for me, but the lady, until she was stopped by some man, continued her attempts to expel me from the group of those saying goodbye. Perhaps this was the worst episode of the farewell, which, by the way, took place the way Alexander Anatolyevich liked – short, unpretentious and, in general, in good, smiling weather.
The most wonderful place was allocated for the artist on Novodevichy – next to Vasily Lanovoy, a little ahead – Mikhail Zhvanetsky and Galina Volchek, and behind – Vladimir Menshov with marble doves on the monument. As Alexander Anatolyevich would say: “Everyone here is our own.”
And only their own people gathered – the family and the Satire Theater, but it cannot be said that the whole troupe came. On the service bus that brought the artists to Novodevichy, half the seats were free; no more than five people came from the Dzhigarkhanyan Theater, which for some reason the previous management of the Department of Culture had merged with the academic theater. Of the famous people, all of his friends are Mikhail Shvydkoy, Yuri Rost, Gennady Khazanov, Victor Loshak. The children of his friends, Anton Tabakov and Denis Evstigneev, also came to say goodbye. Speaking, Khazanov said that he had a vision the night before: “Shura appeared and asked, are you going to perform?” “Of course I will,” Khazanov answered. And as if Shirvindt asked to speak for a short time. In his short speech over the ashes, Khazanov admitted that his friend was distinguished from all their mutual friends now resting on Novodevichy by an incredible sense of freedom.
“And if I asked for something for myself,” the satirist admitted, “it would be this freedom.”
Yuri Rost spoke and seemed to voice what many were thinking. He said:
– Shura has gathered us again. And it’s not Shura in general, but this handful of ashes that remains. It resembles the feelings that we experience: what remains is the image of a living, absolutely outstanding person who left and took with him an incredible amount of love, happiness, tenderness, and kindness. Shura was created by God, and he himself probably took part in his creation and gradually, not immediately, turned before our eyes into a person who became necessary for everyone. I don’t know what the people are, but I am sure that Shura has become loved by the best part of the population of this country. And the only feeling I feel today is orphanhood. I have never had such a feeling – the loss of joy in life. Now there is a place where you can come, bow, say thank you and meet a kind person who will definitely come to Shura. Thank you, Shura, for this meeting.
PS And after the cemetery demarche, an employee from the administration, who zealously carried out other people’s bad orders, thought that after all, the conversations about problems in the theater, misunderstandings between the troupe and the administration did not arise out of nowhere and had very serious grounds. And these conversations, alas, have already gone beyond the walls of the theater. And if so, we will have to more closely monitor the work of the new leadership of Satire, which only in words promises people loyalty and devotion to the past in its aspiration to the future.
Newspaper headline:
Shirvindt rested next to Lanov
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