He dragged in from the Silver age. He even krassilova, as Vertinsky. And likewise, would not tolerate routine, vulgarity small shower. Most of his life spent in the world of the ideal. Great women of the past – Cold Faith, Babanov, Androvskaya, Serov, Orlova… Eyes languishing, fate, Packed in elegant toilets. And knights theatre, poetry, music. They can drink, throw loved ones, suffer from a misunderstanding, but everything was clear aroma ideal. If it was not ideal, it should come up.
wolf to this world lasted since childhood. Baku guy in Moscow, a student who was rejected from graduate school on the “fifth point”, the lawyer without a job, a devoted viewer of the theatres. Collected departing sensations of performances, roles, triumphs and failures. Began to translate Tennessee Williams, playwright of the Russian opening to the public. In the United States delivered lectures about Chekhov and returned convinced that the world theatre grew out of Stanislavsky’s system. And, recognizing the great masters of the Western scene, gave preference to the Russian drama school – she was the first and best.
On the stage then worked the individual level Ephraim, Ulanova, Grigorovich, the great Mat of the elderly. He saw them in moments of the highest takeoff in the masterpieces of Chekhov, Tolstoy, Arbuzov, Rozov. Know, as a born Director’s insight, when the play and the play with each other, resonating, magically brought to a new miracle. Knew how easily a touch of mediocrity makes great play of in an awkward hack. And worried as if there is nothing more important. Immersed in without fate, knew that he felt excommunicated from the theater Serova beautiful, how tragic and ugly split Mat… bottomless Vault of his memory was so systematized that every question he answered immediately and accurately. But check out Wolfe the few who came to mind. He wore a world is not a documentary, and fiction, and reality for this world is just a breeding ground. To break off the romantic veil, woven in love with a person, means the fate of undress, humiliate, and then we would not be a work of art, which has always been an oral story of Vitaly Woolf, and essays from predatory tabloid.
these Stories started later when people bring the first results, he was finally given the opportunity to fulfil their potential. Look Vladislav Leaves – and realized that before him the continuer of traditions of great storytellers-level Irakli Andronikov, master oral masterpiece. The person who collects audience of millions just sitting in a chair and slowly remembering something, I think, elitist – is the masses interested. But it will listen.
So there was a “Silver ball”, by analogy to the Silver age. From as if the empty space in the center, only the figure of the narrator, tazwokAli long-silenced voices bubbled otherwsie passion of life past and present have come full circle as if there was no gap between them. But it became evident how shallow the time. How close the eyes of genius, as everything becomes permissible. This topic is one of the leading wolf. He talked about the decline of artistic excellence, critical thought. It was outwardly unemotional statement of fact, but it became doubly uncomfortable in the world of half-educated opinionated. Think, millions gathered at “boxes” per hour “Silver sphere” to emerge from the sewage and to catch his breath.
He talked with you – you he listened. Philosophical mind. A sympathetic tone towards the fate in question. And only those who knew him on the screen, felt his explosive temper. Faced with ignorance, lack of professionalism, he was wound up, it was a thundering on the spot. But he knew how to love their heroes and admiring friends. Any story – a Declaration of love to the talent.
the Theatre is short-lived, from his Prime are not always fair reviews. One of the skills of the wolf – return of a living breathing performance. He described his terse words, but the intonation was such a delight and trepidation that you believe unconditionally in the scope of the phenomenon. And watched the wolf as a man who saw himself a deity. It is clear that he could not talk to Vera Cold and hardly observed near Vivien Leigh. But even casually mentioning them in conversation, he casually outlined details about which could know only Cold and Wolfe, Lee, and Wolfe. And even if it is fiction, you bathed in tears.
He was for many years, when he was appointed chief editor of radio “Culture”. He with youthful energy was given to the arrangement of the radio, which seemed an oasis of taste and mind. Then he was called on the TV channel “Culture” . As he was already seriously ill, he managed to perform the duties of the editors of the two channels, to appear in his television program, recorded for radio and writing books – the secret, the key of which possess only an extraordinarily hard-working people.
Now the fate of Vitaly Woolf entered into a number of legends about which he told us so enthusiastically told. There was a memory and books, they will retain only a faint glow of light which was lit for us by this man.
