Maria Simonova Biography

On December 23, the ON OLL is officially celebrated by the flying of a wonderful Soviet actress Valentina Serova. In fact, this date is not true - Serova was born in the girlishness of Polukov in Kharkov on February 10. Having decided to follow the footsteps of her mother and become an actress, she corrected the metric to allow exams to the theater college.

Since then, the official year of her birth has become th. About what was the star of the era “without makeup”, tells the correspondent of Izvestia Olga Dunaev’s daughter Valentina Serova and poet Konstantin Simonova Maria. And the surname went to her from the brigade commander Anatoly Serova Anatoly brought the record - the present tango - and invited her mother to the dance. She later told me that at first it was scribbled - he was already a legend, the whole country knew him.

There was some strange feeling of delight and dissolution. At first I could not raise my eyes, and then looked at him and realized - disappeared. He danced amazingly. Although I was a professional actress, I didn’t know how to get married a week later and lived happily, but not for a long time: exactly a year later, Serov died when testing a new aircraft, and a few months later the son of Tolya was born to my mother.

Although perhaps there was a reason for this. In her life there was a fateful number - eleven, when happiness mixed with trouble. And the last day for mom was December 11th. I remember, however, a ridiculous case associated with superstition. At one time she wore amethyst earrings, but her friend comes and says that the amethyst brings misfortune. Mom, without thinking twice, takes off the earrings and throws it into the window - for some passerby happiness, I definitely fell, I always remember on her finger one large ring with topaz.

She usually dressed in deaf dresses, embarrassed by a large chest. I didn’t see her with the neckline, and strict dresses went to my mother. When she silently appeared on the stage in Simonov’s play “Russian Question” and stopped in the doorway, the hall burst into applause. I never taught, she knew how to listen surprisingly. When I upset her, I did not swear - I just sat with a sucking.

In the evenings, I often asked her to tell something. So I see my mother - with the Belomorina, she smoked a lot, leaning against the door jamb. She talks about her childhood, how she lived with her mother and aunts in a Likhov Lane, how barefoot ran with a tondon for kerosene. For disobedience, she was strictly punished, they could put it on peas. She told how with the guys in the yard she climbed the roofs and whistled two fingers.

And I fell asleep under the Ukrainian lullaby - my mother sang miraculously. And at some point, she began to feel that a person who always sits with flowers in the front row was looking too closely at her. It was then the already famous writer Konstantin Simonov. He later described their acquaintance in the script of the film "The case of Polynin." Soon they began to live together.

For Simonov, this was also a second marriage, and they registered relations only in the middle of the war. Mom had a very sensitive ear, and the father completely trusted her instinct and taste. In June-July, the father, as a military commander, was on the Western Front, almost died near Mogilev, and at the end of July was briefly in Moscow. And, remaining to spend the night in the country at Leo Kassil in Peredelkino, suddenly in one sitting wrote "Wait for me." At first he was not going to print the poem, he considered it too personal and read only the closest.

But he was copied by hand, and when one of his friends said that “wait for me” - his main medicine for his wife’s longing, Simonov gave up and decided to give him to a seal. In December of the same year, “Wait for me” Pravda published, and in M ​​the film of the same name was released, where my mother played a major role. She took her grandmother with Tolya to Sverdlovsk and returned to Moscow.

The whole war, along with Simonov and as part of concert brigades, went to the front. In the United Drama Theater, under the leadership of Gorchakov, she played two roles - Valya Anoshchenko in the "Russian people" of Simonova and Lisa in the Turgenevsky "Noble Nest". Actresses made up their blue lips and arms, and behind the scenes to warm up, sipped a sip from the flask of alcohol.

They met when Serova performed in the hospital, where the wounded summer future marshal lay. There were also fables about this allegedly “novels” are told by “eyewitnesses” and “friends”. It is only known that the actress and Marshal were somehow together in the Bolshoi Theater, which gave rise to further rumors. After the story with the series of Yuri Kara "Star of the era" - negotiations with lawyers, with the authors of the film - I thundered to the hospital.

The picture has very beautiful actors, Hollywood interiors, but only everything that happens there has nothing to do with the time or to the people in question. They say he hesitated, but chose to stay in exile. In the forties, Simonov really became an increasingly official poet, but sincerely believed in the correctness of the chosen path, and his wife often looked at what was happening in a completely different way.

As a child, I really was very similar to her. They say that the first father’s words, when he saw me, was: "Black, then mine." Dad called me in childhood "Manka-Frant, White Banter."What happened later in your life? Dad and grandmother were at the same time: they wanted to deprive her mother of parental rights - she began to drink. The apartment was on the ground floor, and, leaving, my grandmother locked the window and launched the windows so that I did not see "this" - so she called her mother.

Mom came, stood under the windows, spoke to me, brought something tasty, and I lurk - it is terrible to stick my nose. I still have no idea how my mother survived this. But she did not remember evil. When the grandmother was sick, she went to her hospital, washed her, fed her and repeated to me: "Well, then, this is my mother." She did not drink at all for two years.

Grandfather helped, Vasily Vasilievich Polukov. He was found through the Mosgors -Firewood by his mother’s girlfriend in the theater. He lived in Moscow, but did not know in what condition his famous daughter was. He began to treat it, and five years later died of a heart attack. He was strong, powerful and simply burned from this whole story. But he saved his mother. If not for the grandfather, she would have died before.

They are buried nearby, in the Golovinsky cemetery. Mom and I moved from Gorky Street to the arms. Mom loved and knew how to cook. And before my father’s arrival, she laid a Hungarian tablecloth with red embroidery, put a Slitsa with amazing Ukrainian borscht on her. And how she baked meat - it was just a work of art! He came, noisily, like a manly, ate - "Surbal", as my mother said.

She had some of her words, or maybe it was something Ukrainian-her mother was a crest. Who did she play there? She dreamed of work, but no one offered her anything. At home, when she was “normal”, she taught the roles that she wanted to play. How did you find out about this? In the corridor on the floor, with a face broken after the fall, a close friend found her. Father could not come to the funeral - he was not in Moscow, but sent a bouquet of flowers.

He survived her for four years. Shortly before his own death, he called me to the hospital and asked me to give my mother’s archive - two huge packages of letters, documents. He said: "I do not want other people's hands to dig in this." I took off the copies from the papers, returned everything and soon found out that he had destroyed the archive.