Что тебе еще интересно узнать обо мне, читатель?...

What else would you like to know about me, reader? What am I left-handed and do everything with my left hand? .. That I have suffered from insomnia all my life? .. That I have always been in conflict? Crawled into trouble often in vain? She could offend a person just like that, thoughtlessly, unfairly. Then she repented ... That the poles were combined in me — could I be wasteful and greedy, bold and cowardly, a queen and a modest woman? .. That I read nutritious face creams and loved to spread solitaires thickly with them? .. What was fierce a football fan (for CSKA club)? .. What did she love herring tenderly calling her "herring"? .. That she never smoked or complained to smokers that my head hurt from a glass of wine? .. What was so gullible and so stupid but impatient. She never knew how to wait ... She was harsh, impulsive ... What all, all her life she adored, idolized Shchedrin? .. Or tell you, reader, about your ballet, professional habits? That in front of each class, each performance, I poured warm water into the heels of ballet shoes (so that the foot could sit more tightly) ... What the Soviet dimes wound in their leotards on the hips, pulling the ends of the braid tightly at the waist: the leotard sat better then ... What was the most afraid not to forget to look at yourself before going on stage in the mirror - is my mouth plastered, are my eyes well-adjusted, or is it to be a colorless moth on people today ... How is all this rubbish, nothing? Or trifles add my appearance? What did I endure for my life, what philosophy? The simplest one. Simple - like a mug of water, like a breath of air. People are not divided into classes, races, state systems. People are divided into good and bad. On the very good and the very bad. The only way. The bloodthirsty revolutionaries, frantically swearing that good people would finally come to replace the good ones - they were lying, lying. There have been more bad ones in all ages, many more. The good ones are always an exception, a gift from Heaven. So many clever, obvious things have been pronounced over the centuries - from Christ, Buddha, Confucius, Habakkuk ... Have you heard, heeded? So blood is pouring, lives are being ruined, destinies, hopes are distorted. This will continue to be the case, alas, no doubt. Human biology is like that. Envy, greed, treachery, lies, betrayal, cruelty, ingratitude ... Does it stand against - responsiveness, compassion, compassion, kindness, self-sacrifice? .. Pipes. Unequal battle. But in every generation, in every corner of the earth, in the spaces forgotten by God, Good People are born and bear their cross. Our land also rests on them. In Russian it is said very precisely: a village is not worth without a righteous. Reduce their burdens and struggles to only one damned Soviet system - frivolity. It was all it was. Disgusting, it was sick. But how did the ordinary vulgar envy, ambition, pouty conceit, slander, and ridiculous rumors interfered with me. .. The most difficult thing was independence for me. That's really a luxury. Vain people endlessly sought to squeeze me into their groupings, groups, drive me to insignificant banners, to be put into their ranks. What was sinful, but not this. I will say: I was independent. I tried hard to be one. We NEVER had any privileges from those in power, nor rations, government apartments, cottages. All earned their sweat, their labor. We bought our “Kremlin rations” in the Moscow markets ... Live yours! .. I lived. I tell myself - honestly. Neither children, nor elders, nor our smaller brothers - the beast - did not offend. Friends did not betray. Repaid debts. Good remember and remember. I never envied anyone. She lived her own business. Lived by ballet. I really did not know how to do anything else in life. Not only did. Much more could. But thanks for that. Thanks to my nature for stretching out, not breaking, not giving up ...

Maya Plisetskaya