Lev Durov showed the house photo

I am a city dweller by nature, but I like to visit the country. This one appeared with us quite recently, – says Lev Konstantinovich. – I was offered land and a house in exchange for advertising. For a year, my photograph hung on the highway with the inscription: “If you want to be my neighbor, hurry up.” According to the plan, the house was one-story. But Katya (the daughter of the actor, Ekaterina Durova. – Approx. “Antenna”) said: “We have a big family, where to place everyone?” And we have already built the second floor and the guest house at our own expense.

My daughter was doing the interior. But he made his own room. People come and say: “Lyova, well, some kind of darkness! Helmets … “I answer:” This is the memory of the war, this is sacred. ” Helmets from the Great Patriotic War – Soviet and German. I found two in the Crimea. There are alpine meadows, and we went to collect medicinal herbs. I saw a broken Soviet helmet and thought: “Where did the fascist shoot from?” Understood: from a hillock. I go up, and there lies a punctured German … Here’s a war for you.

Moved part of his collection to the dacha. I call it a “flea market” because I have no valuable things. It all began many years ago. Once I saw a woman throwing a spinning wheel into the wood. I ask: “Can I take it?” “Yes, take it!” – answers. And he adds: “Don’t you need a samovar?” And he brings a samovar – small, but heavy, I don’t know what. Then I found out that it is not in any catalog, it is in a single copy. Barely slipped money into that woman.

So little by little the “flea market” was going. I found something myself. For example, once I went to the lake, I saw something under my feet. I raise it – an English dish! The old women put them down when they were rinsing the linen so that their feet would not get wet. When estates were plundered after the revolution, many things were thrown out like that.

Knowing about my collection, people often give something. One day, a woman presented with binoculars, which Maupassant held in his hands at the opening of the Eiffel Tower. He then said: “How much more elegant is this thing than this drynda, which crushes my brain with its vulgarity.”

A friend gave the crocodile skin; it hung in his office. He took it off the wall, rolled it up and said: “Durov, this is a present for you!” And in the old dacha there is a bearskin hanging. When I brought her home, the stench was monstrous! They put it on the mezzanine – it doesn’t help. Then they hung it out on the balcony, and I don’t know how long it was aired.

An acquaintance gave me a knife of the Indonesian natives. I tell everyone that I killed the crocodile with this knife. And people believe!

This castle is small, but I also have large, barn ones. They are so heavy that the key cannot be lifted!

My friends gave me a black belt in karate. He is real, although I have no tributes. To do this, I had to study several times a week, but I did not have time. But for filming, I have mastered some tricks.

The camera is my personal. I bought it myself, but I was never particularly fond of photography. And the watch is from the well-known company “Bure”. They still walk!

The chest is old. I have one more, American, so this is a whole “apartment”. There are compartments for clothes, documents and whatnot. Heavy! I can’t imagine how the former owners dragged him.

A doll depicting me was presented to me at the Buratino Theater in Magnitogorsk. Please note: I am making an indecent gesture.

The Underwood typewriter is also a gift. It is valid, but I have never typed on it. In general, I am at odds with technology. The grandchildren tried to connect me to the computer, but to no avail.

This panel was presented to me by Polad Bulbul-oglu (the actors starred together in the film “Don’t be afraid, I’m with you!” – Approx. “Antennas”). It depicts Azerbaijani musical instruments.

In the portraits, my ancestors are the Durovs. Among them – the cavalry girl Nadezhda Durova (she was the prototype of the main heroine of the film “Hussar Ballad”. – Approx. “Antenna”). On my father’s side, there are noblemen in my family, and on my mother’s side, there are merchants. One of them fled from the revolution, thought he would return quickly, and buried a huge treasure. But he did not return, he disappeared in China. So where is our family treasure, no one knows. Among the pictures is my portrait in the role of Sganarelle from the play “Don Juan”.

In my “flea market” there are about a hundred things. I cannot single out the dearest one for me. Everything is interesting, any loss will upset. Once I was robbed. They carried away two swords. With one I played de Treville in the movie D’Artagnan and the Three Musketeers. And they also smashed the old tiles on the fireplace, which were presented to me by the guys from the Institute. Sklifosofsky when they were breaking their stove. Here I became sad …

Unfortunately, it turns out to be rare in the country. I spend more time on planes and trains. Now I travel a lot with creative evenings and performances. I play two performances at the Theater on Malaya Bronnaya and one for an entreprise. But here, outside the city, I am never bored. I find something to do. Now I am dictating a new book. It’s called Shards of Memory. I chaotically remember different moments of my life.

For example, one “splinter” is a meeting with Gagarin. For the first time, fate brought us together in Gurzuf. After the shooting, we froze like dogs and came to bask in the restaurant. At this time, a bus drove up to him, athletes in identical sweaters of different colors came out and sat down. I went to change the record on the turntable, and at this time one of the guys gets up and walks over to me. And he has two glasses in his hand and a bottle. Says: “You put on my favorite song, I want to drink with you.” “What are you drinking?” – Muscat. – “No, we are artists, we drink vodka.” – “Well, now there will be vodka.” And then the gray-haired man who was with them ordered: “Get up!” They got up together and left. And a year later, they broadcast on TV: “Man flew into space for the first time!” The wife says: “Lyova, look! This is the one that came up with wine! ” And then in Yalta in the rest house there was a meeting with Gagarin, I came to her. Cosmonaut number one asked: “Durov, how do we know each other?” I say: “Yuri Alekseevich, don’t you remember? You in Gurzuf approached me with wine “…

Lev Durov was born in the year of the Sheep. And he expects only good things from next year – for himself, for the family and for Russia. And as a gift to the readers of “Antenna” I drew just such a goat.

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