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The cry of Mikhail Zhvanetsky about old age and how he does not want to be an old man
Recently left us an outstanding writer and a real Odessa Mikhail Zhvanetsky. I want to remember his interesting and rich life and, of course, bring some legendary ones. Žvanetsky.
Only recently we were shocked by the terrible news. And a month later, I watched an interview with a young and famous comedian. He admitted that in his work he was much inspired by the miniatures of Kartsev and Ilchenko. And he wrote for them, as we know, Mikhail Zhvanetsky.
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Reviewing the best numbers and monologues of the author, I was always surprised. To make fun of life is a real art. Only a person who grew up in Odessa and under the Soviet Union could notice such details.
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Mikhail was born in the city of Tomashpol, Vinnytsia region. During the war, he and his mother were moved to Tashkent. Then he and his family returned to Odessa.
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There the great satirist began his journey. Even at the institute, he began to manifest himself in the student theater, where he met future companions Roman Kartsev and Viktor Ilchenko.
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During his great career, Michael wrote several books and a huge number of miniatures and monologues. I'm a big fan of his already classic humorous works. But there are more serious ones, one of which I would like to cite below.
In my November 66 notebook, I don't want to be an old man! I don't want to be an old man! I don't want to be an old man! Three screams... It's July 2003. So what if he didn't?
God would have heard me...
He certainly heard.
He just realized what an idiot... I imagine!
I wouldn't get in the car, I wouldn't see my son, I wouldn't put a hundred people at the table.
I wouldn't see the sea from my window.
I wouldn't turn it on in the summer.
I didn't know the computer.
I didn't know freedom.
I didn't see the wires of three guys in Moscow.
The most important thing I've ever seen.
I wouldn't read Orwell, Nietzsche, Proust.
I wouldn't read myself...
What do I do? For the continuation of life we pay old age. We pay for old age by death.
Who's to blame for everything being so expensive?
For the right to see my son grow up, to hear what he would say, I had to be sick, healed, coughed. But I had to see a different life.
Hotels, yachts, crowded shops.
Cars climbing on top of each other, the Japanese fish market, the Greek islands - how would you see if you didn't get old?
I gave a lot. I bought a lot.
I paid for years, by force, by wit.
Women.
The beauty of early death, so beloved in our country.
I chose the harder way.
I grew old, gray, gone from daily use, from popularity.
I gave everything to just look: newspapers, sponsors, lipstick, diapers, jury trials ...
I came, I saw, I looked.
And this cry: “I don’t want to be an old man”?
Well, stand in the queues of Soviet power, look for food, medicine. Sit down for the joke...
You were in a minefield. You passed. It's over.
Oh, my God! Sorry. Actually, I'm sorry.
I'm serious - I'm sorry!
I'm taking the scream back.
I'm asking you not to be offended up there. Give me back! Give me that!
It makes a difference. I was a specialist then. We're on equal footing with that life. And who had who when...
Now I look, write, move, but not into life.
I pat the heads of those idiots shouting in my voice, "I don't want to be an old man!"
Shh. Calm down. And don't.
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This is the monologue of the soul of a great man. The swelling is felt in every line.
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Truly a great man makes us cry and laugh with his works to this day. Write in the comments about your favorite works of the classic, as well as give your favorite quotes Zhvanetsky. Together we remember a great man.
Only recently we were shocked by the terrible news. And a month later, I watched an interview with a young and famous comedian. He admitted that in his work he was much inspired by the miniatures of Kartsev and Ilchenko. And he wrote for them, as we know, Mikhail Zhvanetsky.
View this post on Instagram
A post shared by Magic School Center (@magicschool_358)
Reviewing the best numbers and monologues of the author, I was always surprised. To make fun of life is a real art. Only a person who grew up in Odessa and under the Soviet Union could notice such details.
View this post on Instagram
A post shared by WINGTON CHUCKLES (@krilataya_fraza)
Mikhail was born in the city of Tomashpol, Vinnytsia region. During the war, he and his mother were moved to Tashkent. Then he and his family returned to Odessa.
View this post on Instagram
A post shared by Alexei Khantovsky (@hotal958)
There the great satirist began his journey. Even at the institute, he began to manifest himself in the student theater, where he met future companions Roman Kartsev and Viktor Ilchenko.
View this post on Instagram
A post shared by History of Russia in photos (@russia_in_photo)
During his great career, Michael wrote several books and a huge number of miniatures and monologues. I'm a big fan of his already classic humorous works. But there are more serious ones, one of which I would like to cite below.
In my November 66 notebook, I don't want to be an old man! I don't want to be an old man! I don't want to be an old man! Three screams... It's July 2003. So what if he didn't?
God would have heard me...
He certainly heard.
He just realized what an idiot... I imagine!
I wouldn't get in the car, I wouldn't see my son, I wouldn't put a hundred people at the table.
I wouldn't see the sea from my window.
I wouldn't turn it on in the summer.
I didn't know the computer.
I didn't know freedom.
I didn't see the wires of three guys in Moscow.
The most important thing I've ever seen.
I wouldn't read Orwell, Nietzsche, Proust.
I wouldn't read myself...
What do I do? For the continuation of life we pay old age. We pay for old age by death.
Who's to blame for everything being so expensive?
For the right to see my son grow up, to hear what he would say, I had to be sick, healed, coughed. But I had to see a different life.
Hotels, yachts, crowded shops.
Cars climbing on top of each other, the Japanese fish market, the Greek islands - how would you see if you didn't get old?
I gave a lot. I bought a lot.
I paid for years, by force, by wit.
Women.
The beauty of early death, so beloved in our country.
I chose the harder way.
I grew old, gray, gone from daily use, from popularity.
I gave everything to just look: newspapers, sponsors, lipstick, diapers, jury trials ...
I came, I saw, I looked.
And this cry: “I don’t want to be an old man”?
Well, stand in the queues of Soviet power, look for food, medicine. Sit down for the joke...
You were in a minefield. You passed. It's over.
Oh, my God! Sorry. Actually, I'm sorry.
I'm serious - I'm sorry!
I'm taking the scream back.
I'm asking you not to be offended up there. Give me back! Give me that!
It makes a difference. I was a specialist then. We're on equal footing with that life. And who had who when...
Now I look, write, move, but not into life.
I pat the heads of those idiots shouting in my voice, "I don't want to be an old man!"
Shh. Calm down. And don't.
View this post on Instagram
A post shared by mgerarmenia (@mgerarmenia)
This is the monologue of the soul of a great man. The swelling is felt in every line.
View this post on Instagram
A post shared by Shkhyan Yulia Mikhailovna (@shkhiianiuliia)
Truly a great man makes us cry and laugh with his works to this day. Write in the comments about your favorite works of the classic, as well as give your favorite quotes Zhvanetsky. Together we remember a great man.
