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My grandmother lived in '83, and about half of his adult life living worries first about her daughter Lucey, and then me.I remember my grandmother as my stern mentor and friend in my childhood games. Yury Lyubimov - my stepfather I am quite difficult to write about this man. My feelings are download the film The Girl Next Door
and mixed. You can not throw away without a trace of life of 20 years that we have lived together. On the one hand, is a man of the highest civilian positions.In the years of stagnation it with all your heart and skill fought for truth in art and for the fate of the great performances, which are almost all closed. This is a man of talent, with humor, with some, as they say, charm.On the other hand, in life it was quite a selfish person who does not tolerate other people's opinions, the really loved only himself, did not show a normal human warmth not only to me, but even to Nikita - his son from his first marriage, who came to us. It is known that Lyubimov broke with his mother, lost in 1977 to the young woman.Generally it is a banal story, which is as old as the world, but when it affects you personally and your mother, whom you worship, is very disappointing. Our relationship with him is not very download the film The Girl Next Door
and evolved, there have been some serious debate and even argument. Apparently, we prostonaprosto different people. As they say, biologically incompatible.Mom was the hardest, "between a rock and a hard place," and she tried to judge with justice, although the final reconciliation with us until the end and did not happen. At the funeral of my mother he did not come, maybe it was not in the country. But a telegram from him was not there, what is still bitterly remember friends of our family.My first memories of Lyubimov include the 60's, when we were after the death of my father and a serious illness nearly every year in the summer went to rest in the Crimea. Then everything went mostly "savages" in the Baltic region, the Valdai, the Crimea and the Caucasus. The brightest memories of childhood - our trips by car to the Crimea.For several years, we went to the New World, where rented a room in a house not far from the Black Sea. There are wonderful beaches, pine forests, underwater hunting with a gun battle on the volleyball court, the cellars of the famous factory of sparkling wines and, of course, wonderful, healing Crimean air.Time was filled to capacity, the mood was great and the main concern was - how to shoot fish for fish soup or how to raise everyone's morning exercises. I was and still am a "lark" and for me, getting up early was always a simple matter, and my mother, in particular, used to the late return of the performances, liked to sleep in the morning.The road to the Crimea in Orel, Kursk, Belgorod, Kharkov, Simferopol was very interesting: the different cities and towns, roadside cafes, overnight camping at Kharkov. Film The Girl Next Door
. I must say that I was a child, as soon as his feet began to get to the pedals, learned to drive a car.I remember in the 12 years the first time I "stole" my mother the car, the train through the woods and came back safely.