And I have not a single slice
Do not back away from his face.
But to be alive, alive, and only.
Living and has only until the end.
…I first saw Grigory Mikhailovich in August 1944 on the entrance exams to VGIK. He recruited students for his directorial course. Group. which was conducted by the teacher, the institute called «workshop», and the teacher — «master.» He was then thirty-nine years. and he was already a renowned director. At the present time, in this age, some directors still considered young, novice. debutants.
At the first meeting, I was struck by his very high voice, which seemed about to fail. I’m in the finals, I confess, was particularly impressed by the Master, not made, and Gregory M. took me to his studio probation. That is, if in the first semester, I did not feel good zarekomenduyu, I slapped a deuce on directing (by specialty) and asked out of the coveted Institute.
I remember our first activity in which Mr. M. Rigor outlined his educational program:
— Direction can not be taught. It’s hopeless. The main thing is what I will try to persuade you that you have learned to think. If you master