The Russians decided to entertain Vanga’s predictions

Ratings of socio-political shows went down. These are objective data. “Evening with Solovyov” flew out of the top hundred, and in general, in this hundred, besides Skabeeva, there was no one left from our cherished propaganda, and she is in the fifth ten.

The ratings collapsed back in the summer, but then I thought that these were just the consequences of the vacation period. Now they sin on the World Cup: they say that it discourages the viewer, distracts from the lofty and vital. Indeed, there are already four World Cup matches in the top ten. Coincidence? I don’t think.

The viewer missed improvisation, unpredictability, and just living life. Football at this level is a cast, a symbol of being, breathing, intrigue. What do we see on the talk show? The tasks have been set, the tasks have been received, let’s get to work, comrades! There, everyone has their own role, role, and God forbid you move away from this, go beyond the buoys. This is too serious a matter to be trifled with. It’s sad girls.

In addition, people want to finally digress from the main topic. There, Solovyov, poor, was not on vacation at all, a hero of labor.

So we decided to remember the good old: while entertaining, enlighten (here we must apologize for the word “enlighten”, of course). Scratch your turnips: so, we have “Let them talk” in the stash, set aside, plucked, but not defeated.

“Let them talk” is a return to the norm, to normality in fact, to a peaceful life. Well, at least try to create an illusion.

Only in an entertaining format will we pack what Sheinin, Norkin and Solovyov can no longer cope with. Grandma Vangelia is here by the way. Remember what she said in shaggy ’89? There are frames. And there is its interpreter. Well, yes, they lie, as eyewitnesses. So she said that NATO together with the European Union in the near future will definitely be ordered to live long, disintegrate and they will come to a complete karachun.

Hurray, Vanga is ours! If the “immortals” fail, she will replace them in full. Maybe she is our main special agent behind enemy lines, more alive than all the living.

And you say “Let them talk.” Don’t make it easy.

I want Larisa Ivanovna

I didn’t want to, really. It happened by accident. At night, at a late dinner, switching channels, I suddenly found myself on NTV. And I saw there Larisa Ivanovna, Lenochka Proklova, my childhood dream. Will you get away from this?

More recently, she opened the eyes of the general public, secretly telling the whole world about her interesting relationship with a famous artist on the set of the film “Shine, shine, my star.” Lena was then incomplete 16, and she kept the name of the artist a secret. One part of the general public immediately felt sorry for Lena, the other asked in bewilderment: why?

And here in the program “Based on real events” in the heading “Explicit scenes” Lena, despite prejudices, frankly, with a broken word …

Here it is, the gospel from Proklova. First there was Efremov, then Tabakov, then Yankovsky, Abdulov … Another fashionable doctor, then a billionaire, walking with him around the fruit market somewhere in Abu Dhabi. Melts in your mouth! Lena in a headscarf, with a covered head, surrounded by his children and little granddaughters. Everything as the doctor ordered.

“What should I hide if it was,” says Lena. Further in detail about their showdown with Yankovsky’s wife. Then he shows his house with three bedrooms. Next – Kikabidze, of course. So gallantly courted, but she rejected, did not peck at her mustache (maybe because Mimino is not in fashion in Russia now?), But fell in love with another Georgian – Danelia.

No, of course, it’s always interesting to peep someone else’s life through the keyhole. And then Lena herself-herself-herself …

When Andrei Mironov was threatened in the next announcement, I was scared. It seemed that the folk and the honored were running to Lenochka like butterflies to the light and shamelessly burned there. Terrified, I turned off the TV and ran in disgrace. I was just scared for all our artists.

… Recently I read the memoirs of another Lenochka, Koreneva, – “Idiot”, where she is also frank about everyone. But how! In the course of the “play”, I so wanted to hug her, to say: “Lena, how cool you are!” And Proklova? No, I don’t want Larisa Ivanovna anymore.

But this is life, and what are we going to do? Run away from her, hide? No, as Comrade Stalin said, “we will envy.” True, he said it on a completely different occasion and to a different character.

What an artist!

On the First they made a gift: on Sunday they gave two of the best films by Mikhail Kozakov – “Nameless Star” and “Pokrovsky Gates”. Ah, what a movie!

They showed us to remember Mikhail Mikhailovich. What an artist! How he suffered from himself, how he reflected, always doubting, insecure, brilliant. How he loved poetry and could spend hours …

As Dzerzhinsky played three times, only to stage a dream – “Pokrovsky Gates”. How in the “Nameless Star” he took off his love Anastasia Vertinskaya, and there it is so evident. How he worked for the KGB, and this is such a tragedy, a person is weak. And then he confessed everything, repented.

And at the very end of the Soviet Union, he took his children, his beloved wife Anna, and left for his historical homeland in Israel. Because it was scary here. There he played pieces in Hebrew, from Z to A, from right to left, mastered.

He suffered, and then said: “I liked Israel, I didn’t like myself in Israel.” And he returned to Russia. True, already without Anya.

And Russia was waiting for him. Without him, without Kozakov, Russia seemed incomplete. I remember how he arrived and immediately plunged headlong into work, into creativity, into the theater. He reveled in his native Russian language, his grateful audience. But when he left, he said that no one needed him here.

How wrong! He filled the space with himself, and without him here in Russia there was a gaping hole. Yes, this is home.

Married again and divorced again. And to die again he went to Israel, to Anya.

That’s the kind of person he was. I remembered, inspired by wonderful films.