Everyone gets up and goes to work or to the guild. Here is a blonde named Lucy in the bed. The alarm clock rang and the blonde got up, took a shower, cooked scrambled eggs and ate. So the morning passed with the girl.
She's a blue tank top, mini shorts blue color with red roses and pink sneakers. Then she went to the guild.
IN THE GUILD.
A girl with millet-colored hair comes in and barely dodges the chairs and.......Gray?
- Hello Mirochka. - Lucy greeted.
- Hello Lusichka. - answered Mira wiping the glass (Author: yes, how much can you wipe it (glass))
- And why did Gray fly this time?
- His "accidentally" Cana launched.
The door opened and a pink-haired boy named Natsu entered.
- I love you. Go on a mission?" Natsu asked.
-Okay. I still have to pay rent in a week.
- Uraaaaaaaa. I have already chosen.
- What? - asked Lucy dumbfounded. The task was difficult for the blondie. It says to catch s class thieves.
After they arrived at the customer, they went to look for thieves in the forest.
Lucy was hit by a complex spell that she then passed out. The last thing she heard was Natsu, but she didn't understand what he was saying.
IN THE SUBCONSCIOUSNESS OF LUCY.
Where am I?” Lucy asked into the void.
“You died.” Someone said, but looking closer, I saw Loki.
-How?
But don't worry, we'll help you. You are like us in April. Your body disappeared into the material world and you entered the spirit world.
Looking closer, I was in the world of spirits.
“How can I become a spirit?” Lucy asked while studying.
-You own the magic of reincarnation in different spirits, so we will train you so that later you can use your power, but for this you will need 2 years, do you agree?
-Yes.-answered joyfully Lucy.
AFTER 2 YEARS OF TRAINING.
I finally mastered the magic and I will have an owner.
-Who will you choose as a hostess. - asked the tired Loki (Author: he had a fight with Lucy .......... poor fellow)
-Yukina. She is good and caring. I choose Yukina.
-Good.-answers and then they disappear.
IN THE GUILD OF THE TEAR-TOOTD TIGER.
The door opens and there is a red-haired guy with a cute, little girl aged 7 (Lyusya) and they come up to Yukina.
-Will you be our hostess? Please. Alya made a line, I'm a cat from Shrek, a little girl.
-Of course, what's your name? Wait, are you Loki the spirit of Lucy?” Yukina asked.
-Yes. I am her former spirit. -The last word he spoke more quietly, but Yukina heard everything.
-How's the ex? She died? What with her?
- Loki is a fool, why scare them. I became small so that they would not recognize me, but in order to use magic. I am Lucy. She just became a spirit after death.
And I own the spiritual magic of re-equipment.
Everyone looked at her in shock except for Loki, who was angry. I turned back into Lucy so that they would believe me.
“Lucy, I haven’t seen you for a long time, I missed you so much,” Yukina said, hugging her.
“I’m glad to see you too.” Lucy hugged back.
IN FAIRY TAIL GUILD 2 YEARS AGO.
Master Lucy is gone. - shouted Natsu, who entered the guild.
Everyone was shocked, especially Mira. She was Lucy's best friend.
For 2 years they searched for Lucy but could not find her. Everyone was sad.
IN THE GUILD OF SATLETOTH (guild reduction)
WMI will soon include Rogue, Sting, Yukina, Minevra, and Rufus. Get ready, there are 2 weeks left until IUI. - "said" the master of the sabertooth.
- Contact me whenever you like. - said Lucy, turning to Yukina and giving a thumbs up.
Today is the first day of the VMI pumpkin and guilds are participating: sabretooth, fairy tail A, fairy tail B, mermaid's heel, Arkhangelsk rock (Author: she invented it herself) pumpkin. The first task is a single duel pumpkin, the first to participate is the elektooth against the tail of the fairy A pumpkin. From the sabretooth comes Yukina, and from Fairy Tail A comes Wenndy pumpkin.
THE BEGINNING OF THE BATTLE.
You can't beat me." Wenndy says.
- No, it's win. Open the gates of the Beast King, Loki." Yukina said.
Everyone was shocked especially Fairy Tail. They were looking for her.
Did you call Yukina? Sorry Loki on the date I had to replace him. This fool again dumped. - Said angry Lucy.
“It’s all right, you just need to learn how not to go on dates while we’re at VMI,” Yukina said calmly. And everyone was still in shock.
-I'll take care of it myself. Oh Wendy hi. How are you?" The blonde smiled.
-Lucy. LOVELY.- run to hug Wenndy.
- Yes, calm down, I just became a spirit.
-Nothing to myself Lucy, who was considered missing, was all this time in a saletooth pumpkin. - covered the pumpkin.
- All right, let's start the fight. And then we'll talk about everything. - Lucy said smiling.
-Start the battle pumpkin.-Screamed the pumpkin.
“Lucy to fight.” Yukina said.
-OK. Reincarnation of Sting. - After what was said, instead of Lucy, Sting stood. - The roar of a light dragon slayer. - And from the first blow, Wenndy turned off.
-The sabertooth wins and they get 20 points.
Everyone was shocked, but then Lucy became Lucy again.
“Yeah, we won.” Lucy screamed and became small again.
You're wasting your energy on stupid things again. How many times have I told you not to turn into a little one. - said Loki, who had just arrived.
“And the one that went on a date instead of helping,” said Lucy, transforming into Elsa. “I didn’t expect that I became Elsa, Yukina told me to teach you how not to come to the rescue. And I know your weakness. And this is Elsa's angry face. Ha ha ha I won.
- Lusyayayayayayyturn around. - Loki said more expensively.
- Lusya. - Elsa was heard in a grave voice. - Why didn’t you tell us? What is alive.
“But your weakness doesn’t suit me, I also know.” “Moose reincarnated as Gerard. “Afraid?
And everyone flew to her with hugs.
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POV Sting. What kind of fool am I?! Lucy doesn't control her powers well, and I didn't stop her! At this time I was in the hospital. When Lucy fainted, I caught her and took her to the hospital. Now I am sitting in a corridor with a white ceiling, floor and walls and waiting for the doctor to say that with Lyuska. Rogue approached me, he was also waiting for the doctor, he was afraid that I could break everything here. Well, he does the right thing, if something more serious happens to Lucy, I myself will smash everything to hell! Suddenly Rogue began to speak: - What spell did she use? “Something like a fusion of godslayers and dragons…” “Is that?” I've read about night slayers of gods and dragons, this fusion of them is only one of their ten most powerful spells. - W-What? She nearly killed me with that spell! And this is only one out of ten! What else is she capable of? - I was shocked. Suddenly, the doctor left the room. I immediately began to question the doctor, but first he asked us: - Who are you related to her? - he said, writing down something in his notebook. - I'm Sting, her boyfriend, and Rogue is my friend, - I looked at Rogue, he stood with an indifferent face, but I know that he is surprised. - She's fine, but she's lost a lot of strength, so you'll have to take care of her for a week. "Okay," I said as I entered the room. Lucy lay on the bed, all pale, with a mask over her face. I approached her. Why am I so drawn to her? Maybe I really fell in love ... Although with her? What am I thinking about? Rogue is to blame for this, he invited her to our guild! Although, this is also my fault. What am I saying? It's Rogue's fault! And the point is, nothing is discussed, but only with whom is it not discussed ?! I'm going crazy little by little... Rogue came in behind me. pov lucy. I woke up in some room with a white ceiling, that's all I could see right now. The way it hurt me to even turn my head. It looks like it was my strongest spell. It didn't hurt me badly. Oh, my head hurts, I can't, the pain is hellish. No, it's probably not as bad in Hell as it is for me now. Damn, at least die boldly. Suddenly I heard voices, it seems to be Sting and Rogue. I remember their voices. They were talking about something. I closed my eyes, it hurts me now to do anything. Later, I plunged into the realm of Morpheus... I woke up from a bright light, slightly wrinkling my nose, I bothered to open my eyes. Now it is not so painful to make movements. I looked around, it looked like I was in the hospital. And what should I do, I don’t want to sleep, I slept, it hurts to walk, can I use magic? In general, I was crazy, if I can’t get up, then use magic even more so. Can try. So: "Roar of the Night Dragon". Oh, I overdid it, the wall was knocked out. Strange, the forces were not killed. Um, maybe try to repair the wall, we'll try. I did not twist my hand a lot, but I concentrated, for a moment, and the wall was in place. Wow! If I tell Sting, he won't believe it, I'll beat him. Hee, hee. Suddenly the door opened and Sting and Rogue entered the room. I looked at them and smiled. They didn't understand why I was so happy. Ha, they would know how good I am! Lucy, how are you? Sting said. - Just wonderful! I smiled even wider. - Oh, by the way, this is for you, - said the blond and handed me a bag of fruit. Apples, tangerines, bananas, pears, something is not clean here! - What do you want from me? - No, well, really suspicious. - What are you talking about? - How about what? You never gave me anything, and now... What have you done or will do? - Nothing, I'm just worried about you, - worried? What is he? Who are you hanging vermicelli on your ears?! - Are you talking to me? Are you worried about me? Do not make me laugh! I don't believe in my life! "Well, okay, I'm really worried about you." Having said that, he left. He becomes a woman, where is that Sting, who was grinning all the time, the one who did not care at all? Honestly, the former Sting I like him more, although at the same time I hate him. At this time in Fairy Tail. Everyone sat and was silent. After Lyuska left, they became their own, not their own. Lucy was their "positive". Even Natsu and Gray sat together and did not rage (Author: shocked herself!). Magnolia was very frightened, as they say: "The calm before the storm", and here. It began to rain more often in the city, as if the weather itself missed the blonde. Everyone missed Lucy's words. Everyone was waiting for the year to pass, because, as Lucy said, she would come in a year. Everyone was afraid for her, and suddenly she would die. No one blamed, neither Natsu nor Lisanna, everyone blamed themselves, because it was they who let Lucy go. Natsu began to smile less, probably already forgot how to smile, Levi was crying, Rain had no one to call "rival", Gray missed: "Grey, clothes!", Mira had long wanted to bring Natsu and Lucy together, but it didn’t work out, so how she left, in short, everyone missed her, they knew that she would return, but she would return only to take revenge on Natsu. The tailed ones hoped that Lucy would stay with them after revenge, but even the goldilocks herself did not know to stay in Fairy Tail or go to the saber-toothed guild. Life does not always present happiness (and here it is Lucy forever) on a silver platter. In the hospital where Lucy was. A week passed, Lucy finally recovered. She decided to fight Sting again, but he refused. Before going to Sting, Luska Rogue said that the magic she used was only one-tenth of her magic. Lucy was shocked, and you imagine, she almost killed Sting with one tenth of her strength. Lucy decided to learn new spells. She began to train hard, Goldilocks managed to learn the second of ten strength spells. It was called "Night dragon and god duel". Stupid name, but when she was on a mission, Lucy from the Scarlet Rose Guild knocked out the strongest magicians of this guild and plus the masters in one fell swoop. They are strong, not khukhry muhry, but for Lyuska they are weaklings. And this is only the second tenth. Lucy wanted to take revenge on Natsu as soon as possible, but before that she needed to learn the tenth spell, however, these spells took a lot of strength, the pain was hellish again, but then the reflex appears, and it doesn’t take so much strength. During the year, she learned many spells, but she could not learn the tenth, she would have to take revenge on Natsu without the tenth strength... I decided not to wait until the beta checks, but immediately post it. Hope you don't get too upset about it)
On the eve of the 80th anniversary of Lyudmila Markovna, Sergei Senin told Gordon Boulevard about why he turned an apartment in the center of Moscow into a museum, and he himself decided to wander around rented apartments. And also - how he blessed Yulia Peresild for the role of Gurchenko in the biopic, how he divided the property with the daughter of the actress Masha, about cars, expensive jewelry, Lyudmila Markovna's love for gay men and why Irina Bilyk refused to participate in the anniversary concert.
Photo: Felix Rosenstein / Gordon Boulevard
- Sergei Mikhailovich, in November Lyudmila Markovna would have turned 80 years old. How will you celebrate your birthday?
I don't know yet. I wouldn't want it to turn into food and drink. There are many options: from very modest to serious and large-scale ... Probably, we will gather our closest friends and sit down. I would like music to sound this evening, Lucy's songs. There was an idea to organize an exhibition in Moscow, but so far it has not been possible. Today, everything depends on finances, and these are unrealistic amounts.
I know that a month before your birthday you are organizing a big anniversary concert dedicated to Lyudmila Markovna at the Kremlin Palace in Moscow. In this regard, due to the tense political situation in Kyiv, a big scandal has recently erupted related to Irina Bilyk, who is on your list of invited artists. Will Irina take part in this concert?
We are very well acquainted with Ira, I really invited her. I really wanted her to perform the romance "Roshi fell on the mowing" from the film "Roman and Francesca". She liked the idea, but, as I understood it, there were some problems. I really don’t know what, I only heard rumors that she would not be able to participate. It is unfortunate that the time has come when politics interferes in everything. I really wanted this concert to have some kind of Ukrainian piece, because Lyudmila Markovna had a lot to do with Ukraine.
- Are you interested in what is happening now?
Well, of course! What a desperate and tragic situation. I myself am from Odessa, but I cannot come to Odessa - not because I am afraid. The mood is gone. I'm not looking for the guilty and the right. In such situations, everyone is always to blame. And here it is impossible to say who is more, who is less. We must believe that this will pass and everything will be fine. But what is happening is unrealistic. I remember when Lyusya and I went together for the first time in 1993 to Kharkov, she burst into tears at the border when she was asked to fill out a customs declaration. How is it - she is going to her homeland, and here it is ... Tears stood in her eyes. I imagine what would happen to her now if she saw that her two favorite countries were in such a terrible situation ...
The creative things that I have planned to carry out distract me from sad thoughts. We have been doing this concert for half a year now, and I feel the presence of Lucy: her songs, her voice… In fact, she is the director and author of this evening
Lyudmila Gurchenko on the set of the film "Carnival Night". Photo: svalka24.beon.ru
I wanted to ask you about the upcoming concert. What is being prepared? It is not easy to pull such a large project financially without sponsors ...
All these creative things that I have now decided to carry out distract me from sad thoughts. We have been doing this concert for half a year already, and I feel the presence of Lucy: her songs, her voice… In fact, she is the director and author of this evening. I didn’t invent anything - I just sat down, thought, remembered how it was with her ... I knew her concerts well, she didn’t have random songs, everything was built from the first word to the final note. I was guided by this principle even now, realizing that she would have done this number like this. Perhaps somewhere I am mistaken, but on the whole I am sure that I definitely followed her prompts.
No one helped us financially, there is a partner who supported and proposed the idea of this project. These are our common friends with Lucy, associates. I wrote the script, invited a good director, choreographer. The main thing I was guided by was that I wanted to perform songs that Lyudmila Markovna herself composed, and those that are associated with her, but she is not their author, such as "Carnival Night".
The vast majority of the artists I invited worked with her on stage, in films. These are those whom she treated with great respect and warmth, or, like Zemfira, with undisguised delight. But the evening will not turn into "Song of the Year" when the artists took the stage, sang and fled. There is a dramatic basis. Despite the fact that this is a concert in memory of Luce, she will be present on stage and in the hall. Maxim Averin will be the host, and Lucy will become his co-host. Everything is built in such a way that they will complement each other. A very good actress (until I open all the cards), she will not be disguised as Lucy, but she will play her in those places that seemed very important to us, where we did not find required material and through this actress they restored how it could be if Lucy herself were here. In general, it should turn out interesting, if only there was enough time to implement everything the way we want.
Lyudmila Markovna charged everyone with her indefatigable energy.
- Was the choice of songs by the artists unexpected for you?
Yes, it wasn't easy. When inviting artists, I understood that many of them would agree to perform, but it was important for me to offer them the number that would, in my opinion, be combined with them, but, unfortunately, it did not always work out that way. As a result, we faced such a problem: Lucy had a large repertoire built for her, a huge acting component, and where it seemed to us that this or that performer would perform this song, it suddenly turned out that the artists themselves said that they could not do it. to do ... But we discussed everything in a friendly way, invented it. These will be new interpretations with new arrangements. Before that, no one had performed Lucy's songs like that. For example, Zemfira will not rehash anything - she will sing her hit "Do you want?", Because it has long been associated with Lyudmila Markovna, who different options performed - and on stage, and for television programs, and in the film, so everything happened by itself.
And was it that one of the artists asked for a fee for participation? As they say, friendship is friendship, but you always want to eat ...
No, otherwise this concert would not have been possible at all. Everyone was very respectful, understanding, no talk about fees even came close.
The things that we have in our house have been studied by specialists from the Stroganov Academy. About forty people took part in this. A collective doctoral or candidate's dissertation has definitely already been written there. I think Lucy would be surprised to hear about this.
Lyudmila Gurchenko and Sergei Senin in their Moscow apartment. Photo: newsliga.ru
They say that you want to open a memorial museum in the apartment where you lived with Lyudmila Markovna for many years. How do you imagine this idea in reality?
I don't want to call it a museum, a museum is something frozen. It will be a workshop museum. The whole apartment is allocated for this, because of this I was forced to rent a house for myself, because if you do this, it is unrealistic to live there. So I live now outside the city - here Fresh air and the dogs are happy.
This business is interesting to me, otherwise everything would lie dead weight and be quietly eaten by moths. After Lucy, a colossal man-made heritage remained: costumes, accessories, jewelry, handbags, belts. There are more than 800 costumes alone. Exhibitions have already been held in Moscow, which lasted about a year, in the Sheremetev Palace in St. Petersburg, and recently an exhibition was held in Rostov. This happens all the time, and not because I'm trying to organize it: museums themselves turn to me.
So many things - and how to store it? Restoration is a big deal. Therefore, such an idea was born - to open a museum. Five years have passed since Lucy passed away, but until now we find some incredible things that even I could not notice, and now people who understand this are discovering some deep meaning of these things. Therefore, I and my new friends, and among them - scientists, professors, academicians, felt that there is interest in this. If these things die, it will be a pity. Such dresses that Lucy herself made and invented, no one makes today.
- And how quickly did you decide to go through all her things?
In the first months after her departure, I was in a state of complete dullness. And suddenly I got a call from a Moscow gallery and museum, and it all started with that. The head of the costume shop came to my house and did a dry cleaning of each item, each now has its own trunk, everything is numbered, hanging on hangers. Everything in the house has been photographed and studied. Specialists from the Stroganov Academy worked from different areas: some were engaged in the decoration of costumes, others - paraphernalia and accessories, others - Gzhel and ceramics. About forty people took part in this. A collective doctoral or candidate's dissertation has definitely already been written there. I think Lucy would be surprised to hear about it.
I myself began to understand this. And so you look - a chanterelle and a chanterelle hangs, but it turns out that there is no price for it - not in the sense that it costs a lot of money: there is already historical value there. History - it also goes away. We also want to make an exhibition of black and white photographs, there are hundreds of thousands of them. For twenty years I have not been able to sort it out and now I continue, but not alone, thank God.
Lyudmila Markovna has repeatedly received the title of the most stylish actress. Photo from the personal archive of Lyudmila Gurchenko
- Does this mean that your living space will become a museum on a permanent basis?
No, there is a museum in the apartment for the time being, because renting a room is fabulous money, but I am a stubborn and stubborn person, so my friends and I are promoting this, but for now everything will be in the apartment. Why a workshop museum? Professionals and non-professionals will come here, people who want to learn something. For example, good masters they will show some kind of accessory that Lyudmila Markovna had, and tell how to make with your own hands what is a value today. And then life will show whether it will take place or not. But I really hope everything works out. Over time, perhaps, the city authorities will show interest in having a room where a full-fledged gallery could be made.
Entrance will be free, because it is designed primarily for those who are really interested. There are already those who are ready to help, everything needs to be maintained and restored. We can say that these will be donations "from their own".
From October 1 to October 15, an exhibition of dolls and angels, which Lyudmila Markovna has been collecting all her life, will be held in Moscow.
I was approached by more than twenty production centers who wanted to make a film about Luce. I have seen TV series about Tolkunova, Pugacheva, I generally keep quiet about Zykina. And I understood that if I behave categorically, it will end the same. So I met with everyone.
The white gold ring with sapphire, donated by Lyudmila Markovna, Sergei Senin still does not take off. Photo: Felix Rosenstein/Gordon Boulevard
- Your whole life still revolves around Lyudmila Markovna. What are you doing for a living now?
I gave three years to the theater of Armen Dzhigarkhanyan, now I work as an assistant to the artistic director of the theater. E. Vakhtangov Rimas Tuminas. This work is different, but it is also very difficult, it takes a lot of time. Rimas is my old friend, with whom we have gone through a lot in work and in life. And I'm happy to work with him. This theater is number one today. There are many interesting things there. True, this work is tearing me to pieces in connection with the upcoming concert and exhibition, but all people are sympathetic to my situation, so I think everything will be in order.
Recently, many biopics about our contemporaries have been filmed. I know that director Sergei Aldonin has recently started filming a 16-episode film "Lyusya Gurchenko". Were you asked for permission?
A year and a half or two years ago, I was bombarded with an endless stream of calls from various film companies and production centers that wanted to make a film about Lucy. In total, more than twenty applied. I understood that this is a very sensitive topic and that you can’t just say no over the phone. We are witnesses to how unscrupulous people act: they take history, change one letter in the surname, two in the name, and do what they want. I saw this in the series about Val Tolkunova, about Pugacheva, about Zykina, in general, I am silent. And I understood that if I behave categorically, it will end the same. Therefore, he chose a different tactic: he decided that he needed to know everything from the inside, so he met with everyone and asked two questions: who plays Lyudmila Markovna and who plays her father. Because without Lucy's dad, Mark Gavrilovich, it is impossible to create any story about Lucy. There was an incredible connection between them, and without him her whole life would be incomprehensible. As a result, what I heard from incoming directors horrified me, but I did not show it. Sometimes I managed to disappear, someone still had to refuse sharply, some even began to scare me, they said, they say, if you refuse, we will do like everyone else: we will change the names - and there will be a story about Luce, but you cannot legally show us no complaints.
Julia Peresild will play Lyudmila Markovna in Sergei Aldonin's film. Photo: videozal.su
Seryozha Aldonin (Lyusya knew him; a good theater director, by the way) came to the meeting with a young producer. Both eyes are burning, and I realized that they want to do a big, important thing. They named good actors: Yulia Peresild, whom I like as an actress, will play Lyudmila Markovna, Nikolai Dobrynin will play the father, the type is well chosen, and Nadya Mikhalkova will play Lucy's mother in her youth. Great company.
But I had a condition that the book "My adult childhood" should become the basis of the film. This is war, Kharkov, the corpses that Lucy saw. It was at that time that such a phenomenon as Lyudmila Markovna Gurchenko was born.
In general, the guys took it seriously and after a while they sent the script. I did not like him. We met again, discussed everything, and they took a timeout for six months. Aldonin himself rewrote the script. The second version was already a good, serious work. In any case, I hope that the film will not be based on the yellow press. Moreover, we agreed that the period they will talk about will begin with her birth and end in 1983-1985. Then the restructuring began. This time is closer to us - why shoot it when everything is on the Internet, the chronicle and gossip.
As for the rest, I am glad that the film fell into the hands of decent comrades, and I believe that it will be a clean work, but no one can say how talented it will be, we'll see. I've only been on set once.
- By the way, is it true that in Kharkov they will still call the street after Lyudmila Markovna?
I think it would be right. Kharkov should be proud that Lucy was born there. But there are laws according to which a street can be named only after ten years. In any case, no one contacted me. I remember the story with the monument that they wanted to erect to Luce in Kharkov, but then they never did. This situation exhausted her greatly. She did not know anything about it, but at that time some strife began, everything fell on her poor head, and she never knew what monument and what for.
Lucy never had an abundance of jewelry, everything was modest. I gave her old rings with precious stones, she has always been fond of very expensive jewelry, but these are not simple knick-knacks. It happens that good jewelry is more expensive than jewelry.
Two stars - two bright stories. Barbara Brylska and Lyudmila Gurchenko. Photo: Alexander Lazarenko/ "Gordon Boulevard"
- Not so long ago lawyer Yulia Kaygorodova, who helped you resolve conflicts over the division of property with Gurchenko's daughter Masha, admitted that Lyudmila Markovna had almost no expensive jewelry - everything she wore was mostly good jewelry. How could this be?
Lucy never had an abundance of jewelry, everything was very modest. She loved vintage jewelry. I gave her earrings and rings with precious and semi-precious stones. Dima Gordon once presented very beautiful earrings with emeralds...
Lyudmila Gurchenko and Dmitry Gordon really had a long-term friendship. Photo: Felix Rosenstein / "Gordon Boulevard"
Lucy was also fond of very expensive jewelry, but these are not simple knick-knacks. It happens that good jewelry is more expensive than jewelry. There was such costume jewelry that you will not find in the daytime with fire. But she also added a lot to it herself, then it is generally unreal, a fantastic thing, but for those who understand, the rest do not care.
Lyudmila Gurchenko's daughter Maria reconciled with Sergei Senin almost five years after her mother's death. Photo: labs.exalead.com
And with Masha, we settled all the cases, there were no court cases. Through no fault of my own, we resolved them five years later, and resolved the way I suggested at the very beginning. Quiet, calm, everyone is happy. Masha will be at the anniversary concert. Last year, we were together in St. Petersburg at the birthday party of Lyudmila Markovna, so everything is fine. We didn’t have any struggle for the apartment either. Masha had a dacha, I had an apartment. I paid her a decent amount as compensation for having Lucy's things left for me to take care of the museum. Because if we started sharing the things that were left, we would go crazy. Our grandchildren would still finish these things. Masha understands that I am doing this purposefully. In addition, she has her own problems, children, grandchildren. But the fact that I am alive is a guarantee that these things will last for at least some of the coming decades, and then I don’t know how it will be. I don't think about any story in the future - I just would be terribly sorry if it all disappeared. I know that the Hermitage is also interested in Lucy's costumes. self made, there are extraordinary things!
Lusya always performed with pleasure in gay clubs, and she had many friends from this circle. Everyone had a normal relationship. She considered these people the most grateful audience
Lyudmila Markovna at a performance in a Kiev gay club. Alexei Panin threw himself at the feet of the actress. Photo: e-motion.tochka.net
I still remember one of the last unofficial visits of Lyudmila Markovna to Kyiv: she came to the opening of a gay club on Khreshchatyk. small basement, there were so many people that she hardly made her way to the stage, there was not enough air. And then I thought that such stress at her age could really be decided only for the sake of money. Has she needed them in recent years?
Lucy always performed with pleasure in such institutions, and she had many friends from this circle. Everyone had a normal relationship. She considered these people the most grateful audience. Starting from "Colorful Twilight" she had some kind of premonition of something ... Man best years I lived with downtime at work, but here it was as if I wanted to make up for everything. I tried to stop this process, to streamline, but I realized that it was pointless.
The last two years - 2010 and 2011 - have been a real madness for her. But such is the life of an actor. If our actors of Soviet cinema were paid in accordance with their talent and contribution, then one "Carnival Night" in America would cost her what! Take off - and live happily ever after. But we didn’t have that, so when it became possible to earn money, the forces weren’t the same and the demand wasn’t the same, but she always had to overcome something in order to be at the top.
- Could you save some money or did everyone live right there and invest in their needs?
I can’t say that we made crazy money - rather, they were normal. This allowed us not to deny ourselves anything, but also not to live in luxury. There was no waste, because there was nothing to waste. We lived modestly, without frills, but we could safely travel abroad, change cars every two years good brands. The apartment was in the center of Moscow, in the best area, but more than modest - 120 meters. And also a very modest cottage. All this was sufficient for happy life and work.
I remember when tough times came, in 1998, we made the first original musical "Bureau of Happiness", the composition was more than a hundred people ... Suddenly a default struck. I had to get my hard-earned money and invest in this business, otherwise it would not work. With "Colorful Twilight" in 2008 there was a similar situation. We start filming, the state allocates 1 million rubles for the film, and this is at best a quarter for a modest film. A crisis comes, the ruble falls - and we again sell something of our own, take it out of our bosom and invest in the project.
Lucy's grave has a watch every weekend. I am calm, because I myself have begun to visit less often, there is not enough time due to being so busy as now, but I know that there are reliable and devoted people. Many call them fans - probably this is so, because they have been on duty for five years
The grave of Lyudmila Gurchenko at the Novodevichy Cemetery is cleaned every weekend by fans in turn. Photo: kpmedia.ru
When Lyudmila Markovna passed away, a Russian tabloid published a photo of her in a coffin. What was your reaction?
I saw this magazine! Someone slipped it under my apartment door. Everything went cold for me, but not because this photo was published. I just once again saw Lyusya lifeless. And so - I do not care about them. Journalists have brought so much trouble to us in life, I despise so many of them, they are just nonhumans! How much dirt was poured on Lucy even after death! But I myself do not read anything on purpose, unless it catches my eye without my desire. Many books have been written about her, most of them mediocre. The best was written by journalist Valery Kichin, the book is simply amazing!
There are guys from Lyusya's VKontakte group who help me take care of her grave and the grave of her parents buried at the Vagankovsky cemetery, her grandson Mark is also there, they also take care of his grave. And at Novodevichy every weekend there is duty. I am calm, because I myself have begun to visit less often, there is not enough time due to being so busy as now, but I know that there are reliable and devoted people. Many call them fans, and in a sense they are really fans, because for five years now they have been keeping a kind of watch, cleaning, wiping the monument, throwing away wilted flowers. They could do their own thing, but they come there, it is important for them. I thought - well, probably some time will pass, as it usually happens: at first everything is nearby, and at the end there are two people left. But no, they still come every weekend and bring their children, I scold them for this, but I can’t do anything, thanks anyway for having them, it would be completely sad without them.
- Do you dream about Lyudmila Markovna, do you feel her presence?
Yes, I see her very often. The last time I dreamed yesterday, but this is connected with the concert, when the balls for the rollers are already calling. I check everything through Lucy all the time, I consult with her. For the first six months, it’s not like I didn’t see dreams with her at all - I couldn’t restore her face in my memory. Such a strange bang in my head happened. And then I had a dream, but I didn’t see her in a dream, I only knew that it was Lucy standing on the bridge, but there was no one there. Some kind of dream.
How do you consult with her?
I sit down and imagine how she would say in this situation. Lucy has always made wise decisions. Sometimes I categorically disagreed, and then after a while I realized how insightful, fair and wise she was, how accurately she assessed people, deeds, actions. There was some wisdom in her. And it helps today. Sometimes I can't find the answer hopeless situation Then I consult with her again.
They say that married people will be together in the next world. You had an official marriage, but you did not get married. Do you regret it now?
These are such complex things… I was recently tormented that I erected a monument on the grave, but there is no cross there.
In general, of course, I regret a lot ... I behaved incorrectly, made me nervous, suffered, was rude. When you live and work together, you don't notice many things. If I could return that time, I would be more attentive, forbid her to do some work in order to save strength and health, but this is all in the past.
BUT wedding ring wear? In general, are there things donated by Lyudmila Markovna that you do not part with?
I took off mine, now our two rings are at home together. And I wear a white gold ring with a sapphire. It is always with me. Lucy gave it to me in 1995 when we were in New York. It is not expensive, bought in a very good shop on Fifth Avenue. And pectoral cross XIX century, which she bought me at the Izmailovsky opening day in Moscow in 1993.
If I'm alone, then I'll be alone, not alone, so not alone. All the same, my attitude, memory and the twenty years that we lived with Lucy will not disappear from this. It's definitely forever!
"I took off my engagement ring, our two rings are now at home together." Photo: donbass.ua
- But you admit that sooner or later you will arrange your life again?
Why guess? Probably ... I can’t say no, everything, never. Life goes on in such a way that you make plans, and then bam - and everything turned upside down. As it will be, so it will be. If I'm alone, then I'll be alone, not alone, so not alone. I think it's ok. All the same, my attitude, memory and the twenty years that we lived with Lucy will not disappear from this. It's definitely forever! And everything else is life that requires something. It is very difficult for one to deal with, for example, everyday life, housekeeping and solving some primitive issues. Although I have a housekeeper who worked with us even under Luce. Now she began to come less, because there is less work outside the city. But she is with me, helping, cleaning. And my friends don't leave me either.
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I was vacationing at the dacha with my friend Nadia. My parents were supposed to pick me up in about a week.
I don't want to get hung up on this - really, it's not particularly interesting, but because of one not very pleasant story, I ruined all the clothes I had, and there were no other clothes. I went in a towel as it was hot and everything was fine until the unexpected cold came.
Now I just sit at home all day. We lived in the village, and, of course, it was boring to sit in the same room all the time.
Nadia came up to me, unable to bear it, and said:
- Will you put on something of mine? Nobody knows you, so it's nothing.
I got embarrassed and refused.
“Nothing, I’ll bring you something, and then we’ll see,” Nadia said slyly, and ran away to her place. This alarmed me, since I did not want to wear girlish clothes at all. But Nadia was already returning with a white blouse and a black wide skirt.
- Hey, why the skirt? - I was indignant. - You don't have pants, do you?
Nadya rummaged through her things and pulled out short little blue chamomile shorts.
“Here, try them on,” she handed them to me. - But they are still very thin and uncomfortable, it's better to walk around in a normal skirt, I'll tell you honestly.
“Yeah, what are you?” I panicked. - I'll be laughed at! And yes, it is inconvenient...
- Who will make fun of you? No one will understand that you are a boy if you listen to me and dress normally. Plus, the skirt is very comfortable. And if you walk around in it is not clear what, then of course they will laugh. And summer is not over yet.
Since it’s not clear how I didn’t like walking at all, I would even agree to a skirt, but talking about this to Nadia, and even putting on her skirt, which she wears, would be too humiliating. So, blushing, I refused.
"Stupid," she said. - Here I am wearing a normal dress, and I do not suffer from anything. Come on and get dressed.
I suddenly experienced an incomprehensible excitement at the sight of the clothes offered to me, and the fact that Nadia was okay with this made me think.
In general, I put on a blouse and somehow buttoned it up. Nadia looked at me critically.
“Nothing, but it is clear that there is no chest,” she said. We'll fix it now.
She immediately pulled a white bra from the dresser and handed it to me. I was taken aback.
- What is it? And why is he to me?
- What do you mean why? All the girls wear it! And you put it on, otherwise there will be questions why the boy put on a woman's blouse. And so everyone understands that you have breasts.
Nadia was quite serious and didn't laugh at me, so I got used to it a little and was already calm about the idea of dressing up like that.
"All right," I said carefully.
She helped me take off my blouse and pulled the straps over my shoulders. Then she helped me fasten her bra on her back. After that, I put on her blouse again.
The chest was immediately bound with an elastic band.
"Hey, it's also harder to breathe," I remarked.
“Nothing, I wear it all the time,” the girl replied. - You'll get used to it. And now the skirt.
After the bra, I didn’t care anymore, so I resignedly climbed into the spacious skirt and zipped it up. It wrapped around my legs quite pleasantly, slightly covering my bare knees.
- So, it's better to cover your overly hairy legs with tights, - said Nadia and took out a package of thin nylon tights from the same chest of drawers. - Hold on.
I stared blankly at them, so Nadya, sighing, rolled them up herself and helped pull the pantyhose over her legs. They were made of the thinnest bodily kapron, and very fettered my legs. I clenched my knees in embarrassment and looked at my friend.
“Not aesthetically pleasing,” Nadia snapped. - Here, hold it, - she handed me two snow-white and weightless air lumps.
- What's this? I asked, bewildered.
"My golfs," she explained. - It will be better, put it on.
It was foolish to say that I was a boy and did not wear white stockings when I was already wearing a bra, nude tights and a skirt with a blouse. So I resignedly put them on, pulling them almost to my knees. In this way, we really covered my legs, and only a few centimeters were exposed between the stockings and the edge of the skirt.
The knee socks were very girly, dazzling white and all in some kind of lace patterns. I stood and hesitated, not knowing what to do now in this form. Nadia, on the contrary, looked pleased.
“Here, now you look like a normal girl, a little modest and quite pretty,” she said with a smile, and I blushed. - I think my shoes will be small for you ... - she said thoughtfully. - Can I give you my ballet flats? Even though they are small...
- And maybe it will go like that? I timidly looked at her.
- Do you think I'll let you soil my stockings by walking on the floor without shoes? Nadia chuckled. "Besides, how are you going to walk down the street?"
Finally, she took out a pair of black mid-heeled pumps and gave them to me.
- Try.
I stuck my foot into them, which was immediately clamped in the shoes with force. It was very uncomfortable: firstly, the shoes were very open, and secondly, the heel was very high. I slowly straightened up, standing on my heels. Out of habit, I was very shaky, and I was afraid to take even one step.
- We will learn to walk in shoes, - Nadia commented on my actions. - You should learn to flutter easily on them, like any girl.
“I should, actually,” I replied.
- Well, no, it will be very strange if I call you male name in front of everyone, when you have my skirt on, - Nadia snapped. - So now you will be ... well, for example, Lucy, and so that you do not get confused, I will always call you that, even when there is no one.
Well, that's overkill, don't you think? - I was indignant.
- What's the overkill? Everything is very logical. So don't argue, Lucy, better go to the mirror, and we'll put you in order.
- What order?
“You look like a boy dressed as a girl, even though my clothes suit you. It’s good that you don’t have a very large figure ... But now you need to do the appropriate hair and makeup.
- Makeup? Yes ... - I wanted to be indignant, but Nadia waved her hand at me:
- Calm down, you're already tired of me! Or do you want me to tell all your classmates how you dressed in my clothes?
- Nobody will believe you! - I was indignant at such an unexpected impudence of my friend, no longer noticing that she again turned to me in the feminine gender.
- They will believe, especially if I quickly take a picture of you and show everyone the photo. Yes, I’m not going to do that, but you don’t argue with me, please, I’m doing everything for your good.
Nadia's threat had an effect on me - indeed, quite unexpectedly for myself, I found myself at the mercy of this girl, so it was worth obeying her.
I had rather long blond hair, which Nadia quickly combed and gathered into two small ponytails.
- So, let's see what can be done here ... - she thought, and quickly braided two short pigtails for me, securing them with colored rubber bands. Then she pinned up the edges of my hair with two hair clips, and took up the makeup bag.
Taking lipstick out of it, she tinted my lips, then summed up my eyebrows with a pencil and began to correct my eyelashes with some kind of brush. Then she touched up my eyes with shadows. After that, Nadia took out something like a powder box and began to paint my whole face, especially my cheeks.
“Yeah,” she said contentedly. - And now - a little jewelry.
Nadia put a small ring on my finger, fastened a small bracelet on each hand, and put some beads around my neck. To top it off, the girl put clips on my ears. I felt like a Christmas tree leaning over from the weight of the decorations.
“Now that’s probably enough,” Nadia told me. - Well, beauty, admire! - and she led me to the mirror.
A girl of my age looked at me from the mirror, very pretty and very confused. Moreover, I really liked this girl, and I suddenly felt tension in my front under my skirt.
A fair blush appeared on the girl's face in the mirror, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. I involuntarily stepped back from the mirror and looked frightened at Nadya.
- What, Lucy, did you like being a girl? She smiled when she saw my embarrassment. - I really understand you. Moreover, you are a real beauty, so if I were you, I would wear these clothes all the time - they suit you much more. Now let's go to the yard!
She unceremoniously grabbed my arm and dragged me along. I clattered with my heels, barely managing to step over my feet, which were fettered by a thin capron. The skirt swayed in the wind, stroking my unusually bare legs, and the white stockings were very tight around my shins. The white blouse gently caressed my body, and the bra no longer interfered with my breathing. I rocked on my heels, trying to keep up with Nadia.
"Stop," I asked. - Slow down, I'm afraid to fall.
- Girls are not afraid to fall, even if they wear very high heels. You have a very average heel, I usually wear it higher. So don't complain, Lucy, but get used to your new clothes. Let's start our lesson. Walk along the path back and forth, while not in a particular hurry. Try to keep your back straight, do not slouch, while putting your ass back and slightly swaying it to the beat of your movements - the boys really like it!
"I don't need to like boys," I blushed again.
- Who knows, maybe soon you yourself will not mind meeting someone from the village, - Nadia smiled. "But first you'll have to work your manners to perfection." And after that, with your appearance, you may well be able to enjoy success with local gentlemen. Many will like such a young lady, - and Nadia suddenly grabbed my skirt and pulled it up.
- Ai! - I squealed in a completely girlish way, jumped up on my heels and began to pull the skirt down with both hands, trying to cover myself.
- Our boys love such games, - the girl smiled again. - So be careful. They can also do something else, like grab you from behind, or grab the elastic of your bra.
I carefully straightened my skirt, and pulled up the knee-high stockings that had come down. When I straightened up, Nadya suddenly threw out her hand and firmly took me between my legs. I just groaned and leaned against her.
Nadia strongly squeezed my penis, which stood and was easily groped through a skirt and pantyhose.
- What a strong pussy you have. I knew that you liked being a girl, - Nadia laughed. - By the way, do you know that girls always go to the toilet while sitting, lifting up their skirts? So take care of yourself now. And cover your pussy better, otherwise there may be different hunters to touch it. - she let me go.
By evening, I could easily walk on my heels, and it was not difficult for me to walk around the garden, elegantly wagging my ass, as Nadia had taught. I learned to bend over so that the skirt did not ride up and the panties were not visible, I learned to carefully and imperceptibly pull up the slipping pantyhose and stockings. It also took me a long time to learn how to sit down correctly, straightening my skirt, crossing my legs and doing many other things that girls cannot do without.
Nadia entrusted me with many household chores - cooking, cleaning. I found that wearing women's clothing It had a very strange effect on me - I became completely different, very calm and assiduous. I was ready to do any household chores I had never done before and became very careful not to get my white blouse dirty or my tights torn.
Week later. I was already very used to girlish clothes, and I was not at all embarrassed by them. On the contrary, I began to like the beautiful skirts and blouses, Nadia's blouses, which she gave me. I began to wear her lace panties, and I myself could neatly put on makeup and change clothes, choosing a beautiful dress or other outfit for myself. The bra didn’t bother me at all either, I fastened it very deftly myself and wore it under blouses.
Nadia always addressed me as her friend Lucy, even when her friends came. She introduced me to her friend, Dima, and he often walked with me. Nadia laughed and told me that he liked me, but I did not listen to her and did not believe. I liked to communicate with him, even if he thought that I was a girl, Lucy.
But one day, when we were alone in the house, Dima suddenly kissed me on the cheek. I twitched all over and jumped up, and Dima hugged me and jerked me onto his knees. I turned to him and wanted to be indignant, but he dug into my lips and began to kiss them. I had no air, and I had to stick out my tongue, clutching it with Dimin, in order to inhale at least a little. We kissed for probably a whole minute, and when he finally pulled away, I found that his hand was stroking and caressing my knees, bare from under the slipped golf, and my hand was hugging his neck. I didn't know what to do and was all red. Dima, on the other hand, stroked my legs, slightly pulling up my skirt, and pressed me to him.
- Lusya ... Lusechka, dear ... How good you are with me ... - he said to me, and gently kissed my ear. I twitched a little again and it so happened that I clung to him.
- Do you agree to meet with me, Lucechka? - He spoke in my ear?
I did not understand anything, and, looking at him, unexpectedly nodded. He stroked my legs again, and I felt how great it was that he pressed me to him. I again wanted to experience these sensations, and I really clung to Dima's body.
- Yes, I agree, dear ... - I said.
Then he took me in his arms and carried me to the sofa. I lay clinging to him, his hand stroking my buttocks bound by a skirt and slightly squeezing my buttocks, from which my heart sank with joy.
Suddenly he took my hand and put it between his legs. I wanted to pull it away, but he pressed it with force and began to drive back and forth. I felt his penis with my hand, which stood like a stake from excitement. Dima quickly unbuttoned his pants and exposed his pussy, and then abruptly thrust it into my fist.
I clutched it in confusion, not knowing what to do.
- Come on, Lucy, my dear, my good ... - he said affectionately to me, taking my second hand and squeezing his balls with it.
I carefully began to pull him for them with one hand, slightly podrachivaya member of the other, not knowing what to do next. Dima moaned loudly and got excited, finally, he could not stand it, and, throwing me on the sofa with his stomach, began to lift up my skirt.
- Oh, don't, Dima! Dimochka, don't touch me! I shouted. - I've never done this before...
- Are you still a virgin or something? Has anyone stalked you yet? Dima asked.
- No ... - I answered.
"So you don't know a member yet?" Okay, today I will not spoil such a fine girl, I will leave your virginity for later. Well, then at least prepare your ass!
Of course, I did not want him to see what was under my skirt, and now he was ready for anything, if only he would fall behind.
With a sharp movement, he parted my legs, threw me over his knee and pulled off tights with black thin panties to the very golf, which finally immobilized me. His huge cock was poking between my legs. Then I grabbed his pussy and shoved it into my ass, which expanded from such movements.
Dima pressed me there several times, and soon his cock completely got into my ass. I groaned loudly in pain, and he, not noticing, began to fuck me, closing his eyes from bliss, patting my bare ass with one hand, and holding my pigtails with the other, pulling me with force and impaling me on his penis. I threw back my head and did not understand anything, except for a feeling of pain, shame and humiliation, from the fact that I was taken, fucked, deprived of my virginity by another boy, like some kind of whore. However, I continued to fuck him until I felt that his hot sperm was pouring into my ass.
Then he lifted me up and threw me on the floor. Then he sat down on the sofa, and took hold of my hair with his hand, and without question he brought my head to his penis. He waved the peepin in front of my face and suddenly slapped it across my lips. I screamed and recoiled. Then he pressed, and his pussy was in my mouth. I looked plaintively at Dima and tried to make some kind of sound, but he began to quickly move my head, forcing me to suck his penis.
- Come on... take him by the cheek...
I obediently sucked Dima's dick, and tears flowed from my eyes. The member was thick and elastic, it easily slipped into my mouth, and I sucked it from different sides. Finally, a stream of cum erupted from my cock and it poured into my mouth. I began to choke and turn away, but I had to swallow a little. Then Dima began to drive letters for me. The whole face was filled with sperm, part of it fell on the hands and blouse, the skirt also dripped all over. I was lying on the floor, curled up, all finished with sperm, with lowered pantyhose and a bare booty sticking out from under a lifted skirt, from which sperm flowed, and Dima stood over me.
“I liked having you,” he told me. - Be my girl. Tomorrow I will come again.
He left, and I got up and pulled on pantyhose with shorts, straightened my skirt. All knee-highs were crumpled and stained with sperm, it was terrible to look at the face and hair. There was also the taste of Dima's cock in my mouth.
Then Nadia came in and looked at me in surprise.
“Yeah,” she drawled, “I didn’t think you would go from hickeys to this so quickly.
My tears mingled with the ink, and I wept plaintively from grief. Suddenly, I felt like a real girl, with all the girlish feelings and resentments, and I became bitter about my female fate.
“It's okay, don't cry, dear, all girls suck,” Nadia consoled me. - Lucy, you are very beautiful girl and Dima is a good guy. You will be together, and there is nothing wrong with that.
- What if he leaves me? Who needs me like this? I asked tearfully.
“He won’t quit if he liked you so much,” Nadia answered with conviction. - Let's get you better. Do you want to continue to like Dima?
I felt that despite everything that had happened, I was drawn to Dima, and I again want to please him. I suddenly had a very feminine desire to be beautiful and smart in order to attract boys, especially my Dima. This boy has become mine ... Now I belong to him, and he will take care of me, a defenseless girl. This thought was somehow ordinary and simple, although it meant that because of the clothes that Nadia almost forcibly and with threats put on me, I finally became a girl, and now I think, like any girl of my age, I dream of beautiful dresses and boys.
“Yes,” I replied, wiping my tears. - Should I put on a new dress?
- Necessarily. And not only - we will make you a new hairstyle; your hair has grown, and we can make beautiful curls. Then I think I'll lend you my new shoes for high heels- they are very bright and will surely please your young man. We’ll also give you a manicure, and make up your lips brighter. It is better to shave your legs carefully, and put on my short skirt - it will very well emphasize your long and beautiful legs. It's a sin to hide them in such a long skirt. Under it we will put on thin stockings - what is needed, and it will not interfere with pussy, and it will be easier for Dima in the ass.
We went to her room, and from that moment I realized that there was no turning back, and the girl Lucy was my destiny, as well as Nadia's dresses and skirts.
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Moscow's protest rallies and recent municipal elections have shown that young people have moved from mindlessly queuing for a new pair of Yeezy sneakers to active political action. The average age of those detained in paddy wagons and those on the ballots is inexorably moving towards thirty and younger. For some, this is just a fashion inspired by memes about Navalny, for others it is an unobvious way to solve their own problems. domestic problems, for the majority - the first step on the way to adult ballot boxes, civic or human rights activities.
Until the older generation stopped believing in better times, the young look to the future with moderate optimism. He has his whole life ahead of him for his own and social changes.
The main character of this material, Lusya Shtein, got her fifteen minutes of fame absolutely by accident - she shot the well-known video with the police detaining a ten-year-old boy on the Arbat. She could dispose of them in different ways, but she chose the most difficult path, went to the municipal elections: “This nomination is my civil response to what is happening around ... It’s hard for me to live where the police tie children and throw girls to the ground, and those Those who don't like it demand to be deported. I grew up in a family where people are used to talking about what's important and doing what they think is right, and I'm running because I think it's right."
Many of Lucy's peers saw moving outside the city as the first step in "conquering the country." They went from house to house, got acquainted and communicated with voters, spared no effort for stories and campaigning. Simultaneously with these “warm”, “lamp” methods, the program of politicians Gudkov and Katz “uberized” the electoral process by inventing a generator that allowed concerned citizens to search for the names of independent candidates at the registration address.
Making predictions for the future is the most thankless task. No one knows how the further career of these young people will turn out and whether they will endure the ungrateful, monotonous and unpaid work of municipal deputies with state contracts, shares in summer cottage cooperatives and fashionable sneakers.
I would like to say that on the next pages of L’Officiel you will see the ministers of culture, finance, health, the mayor of Moscow or the president Russian Federation. But even if that doesn't happen, just enjoy these cute new formation politicians. When else in recent history candidates not from the dominant party in the country will win, without administrative leverage, and they will all be in their early twenties.
Lucy Stein
21 years old, journalist, municipal deputy of the Basmanny district
“In Georgia, neighbors stairwell- this is your family, and it is strange if you do not know someone from your home. By the way, I didn’t know my neighbors either until I started door-to-door rounds.”
Ilya Morozov
27 years old, analyst, municipal deputy of the Basmanny district
“I never aspired to politics, but I got tired of watching what is happening around: from non-working storm water to the state of courtyards. I am sure that we ourselves must influence the fate of our district, the repair of houses, the improvement of streets.”
Elena Vereshchagina
23 years old, journalist, municipal deputy in Troitsk, New Moscow
“At meetings with residents, I said that even a young person can understand urban issues. I am glad that the nightly rounds of apartments, a hundred thousand rubles and a lot of experiences were not in vain. I want to meet the expectations of the citizens who voted in the hope of seeing real changes. And who should do them now, if not me?
Viktor Kotov
24 years old, bank employee, municipal deputy of the Basmanny district
“I was born and raised in the Basmanny district. No matter how trite it may sound, the decision to run for office was prompted by an ordinary everyday incident - my apartment was flooded. I began to understand this on my own and realized that no one undertakes to solve such problems. And the municipal deputy is just able to help in this.
Below is an interview with Lucy Stein.
Tell me about yourself in a few sentences.
I am twenty-one years old, I was born in Moscow. At sixteen, she entered VGIK at the screenwriting and film studies department and had just graduated from it. From the third or fourth year I transferred to the correspondence department to work in journalism. She worked in the online edition "Mel", information services, at RBC. While looking for a job, I ended up at Gudkov's summer headquarters, where it was necessary to organize communication trainings for candidates for deputies. When the story with the Arbat boy happened, which I witnessed, there was unexpected media attention to me, my friends said that if I run for election, it would be funny. We decided to play around with it, and I ended up getting into it pretty seriously. And so the campaign began.
How did she go?
Fun! It consisted of two parts: form and content. The form is what everyone saw on the Internet: busts, funny statements by the Mikhalkovs, the Solovyovs, some kind of constant “media scam”. The content was in the field work - room rounds, hanging propaganda materials. Here we faced constant confrontation: we hung around the area, and after half an hour there was not a single leaflet, specially hired people worked against us. But we were able to overcome all this, because without a meaningful part, no one needed my media presence. But it was important to draw attention to the boring topic of municipal elections with what I do on the Internet.
“Moscow is like a bored wife or mother from Russian literature, who is at the same time beloved, dear and you can’t get away from her”
In the Basmanny district, due to police lawlessness, a popular night club"Rabitsa". Can you, as a deputy, influence such situations?
I don't think I can get the club back. Even if the municipal council of deputies could do it, which I'm not sure about, we have a minority there. But I can collect signatures, create "movement" in the media. I have two tools: an agenda, where I can submit some kind of initiative, and a deputy's request, which I can write to different departments, and they must answer me.
What else is included in your job responsibilities?
In the near future we will have an extraordinary meeting at which we will be divided into commissions. For example, the Commission on Urban Planning, Land Use and Improvement. Budgetary, social, overhaul and so on. There is a commission for informing residents, there is a commission for culture - I, most likely, will join them. Also for organization public hearings is communication with residents, which we, in fact, were originally going to do. It is possible to hold various events within the area. For example, we have an excellent square opposite the synagogue, where there is a music school. Let's try to negotiate with them and arrange small local concerts for the locals. I don't like that in Moscow no one knows their neighbors in the stairwell. I was the same until I started touring the apartments during the campaign. Such regional events are an occasion to get acquainted with those who live nearby, to develop community and good neighborly relations.
What is it like to win your first election at twenty-one?
I didn't expect our whole team to win, it was one of the most memorable moments in my life. On the air of the Dozhd TV channel, Pavel Lobkova was going to make excuses for our failure, she thought of reporting gloomy forecasts. Look, the first results are coming. At first I saw twelve voices and was not even surprised, but it turned out that I mixed up the line and I had 150, with a large margin from the rest. The mood of the air immediately changed.
The rise was when we first learned about the results, but after that it became psychologically difficult. During the campaign, I got tired of the attention that was around, I prepared for the fact that people would write which sheep lost, and that’s it, I will go into the shadows. And then it becomes clear that this is only the beginning, and then everything will be five times more intense.
What are your expectations for the next five years?
That they will leave me behind, and I will be able to do things for the district that really deserve attention. We plan to launch the Open Basmanny platform on the Internet with our fellow deputies — to connect the residents of the district with each other, unite its activists, solve problems together with neighbors, send demands, complaints and requests to us directly. I hope this initiative will spread throughout Moscow.
I have an idea to gather a group of volunteers, because it is impossible to master the entire area on my own, although I still continue to go door-to-door and get to know the residents. What other deputy used to go from apartment to apartment?
“I tweeted a swear word and everyone is talking about it. What difference does it make what I wrote if I'm doing my job well?!"
How do you feel about Moscow in general?
Due to the fact that I lived in Israel for a month, Kremlin propaganda claims that I have citizenship there. In fact, I went to study in the small town of Ariel, because I freaked out and decided that I could no longer live in Moscow. For a long time to be where nothing happens, I could not and returned back. Here a completely new Moscow opened up for me, which I suddenly fell in love with, despite all the shortcomings. This city is like a bored wife or mother from Russian literature, who is at the same time beloved and dear, and there is no getting away from her.
How do you feel about your millennial generation?
It's hard to talk about an entire generation, but I've had experience from which I can draw a representative conclusion. At one of the rallies, I was locked in a paddy wagon along with fifteen other guys. One was an adult, the rest were my age. I took a selfie, it naturally went viral, and we were invited to Ekho Moskvy — seven people from a paddy wagon for a three-hour broadcast. It was an indicative broadcast in the sense that all these random people turned out to be completely adequate and were able to quite accurately express their position.
Do you see yourself in politics in the future?
I'm not sure, because for me this is a social activity, not a political one. The municipal deputy does not receive a salary - this is unpaid work. I regret that I do not have an education corresponding to current interests. I did not go to a lawyer or a political scientist. I like the genre of political actionism, I would like to develop in it, but given my new position, part of the public perceives this with hostility. Although, in my opinion, I can do anything, the main thing is to fulfill my duties. Now, seeing that I am doing something other than district tasks, some react negatively to this. I tweeted a swear word and they keep talking about it. What does it matter what I tweeted as long as I keep doing my job?