Shirvindt can be shown to poorly educated and not very cultured people to explain such concepts as charm and upbringing.
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Actor, President of the Moscow Academic Satire Theatre Alexander Shirvindt after the troupe’s gathering.
A sea of charm and an ocean of charisma. An endless sense of humor, which was combined with a sharp mind and good upbringing. The same one that does not allow you to lose your dignity even when you are drunk. How neatly and intelligently his character Pavel, Zhenya Lukashin’s friend from “The Irony of Fate”, slept at the airport! Although he was drunk to the point of unconsciousness.
Talent cannot be wasted on drink, although attempts, they say, have happened. Shirvindt was an artist of the greatest talent and a unique sense of humor. How wonderfully he told, read, played. There was something lordly in him in the good sense of the word – unhurried speech, measured tempo, deep intelligence.
To complete this beautiful picture, he chose a hobby – smoking a pipe and the result was stunning. A pipe does not suit everyone and not everyone knows how to handle it. It was like a crown to him, he became so majestic with it. I am also against nicotine, but can you really call it the banal word “smoking”?
The texts of his monologues were not always deadly funny. The texts of Comedy Club, Zadornov and even Petrosyan are much more fun. But Shirvindt read his so that you could listen with bated breath! And he didn’t read, but played, improvised, lived in them – charmingly and with charisma.
Recently I have accidentally stumbled upon videos with Alexander Shirvindt twice – as he reads his autobiography “Byloe bez dum” and his interview with Oleg Menshikov from a year ago. Both times I couldn’t tear myself away and dropped everything until I finished watching. And a few days later I listened to it again.
The culture of speech, behavior, general culture, tact, sense of proportion – that’s what was striking.
And optimism, of course. It is impossible to imagine how much Shirvindt saw and lived through. How many times the country and people were broken before his eyes. But he always found the right word, intonation, look – and we, the unhappy and the happy, were relieved a little.
A few months before his death, he said that he had been suffering from insomnia lately. When he couldn’t sleep, he watched TV programs featuring the people he had spent his life with.
Our life was spent with Alexander Shirvindt. Thanks to him we smiled more often.
Source: rodina-history.ru
