In memory of Elena Viktorovna Nazarova. Passed away E.V.

“Children are holy and pure. You can’t make them a toy of your mood.”

A.P. Chekhov

I chose a profession to my liking, this work is not easy.
To nurture good feelings in a baby is our common concern.
There is no more worthy profession, I am a painstaking sculptor.
I am an artist, I am a poet, I am a teacher of children's souls!

About myself

I, Nazarova Elena Viktorovna, work at MBDOU " Kindergarten No. 247 "educator. In his professional activity I am guided by the following principles:

- respect the child's personality;

- develop and improve your skills;
- interest the child so that he again and again waited for a meeting with you.
To teach and learn is the motto with which I try to go through life. Learn to listen and hear, look and see, think and express, and most importantly - to feel. To learn from children openness, a bright outlook on life.

Books that shaped my inner world

V.A. Sukhomlinsky "I give my heart to children"

My view of the world

Our world is beautiful and let's live in it consciously and with inspiration, filling every day with meaning, joy and inexpressible feeling happiness from the fact that we live!

My portfolio

There are many different professions in the world
And each has its own beauty.
But there is no nobler, more necessary and more wonderful
Than the one I work for!

Every employee of the university knows that there are legendary people in his university. Such was Elena Viktorovna Nazarova, long-term head of graduate school at Mokhovaya and Isaakievskaya.

A person through and through theatrical, from childhood she remembered the greats and their children as friends at home, she was a witty and keen observer of the life of the institute, who remembered all the “fun incidents in the lessons” that came to life in her endless stories very clearly, in a cinematic way.

It seems that only she meticulously remembered who and how was indignant at the moment when the carpet disappeared from the white stairs of the institute (and this, as you understand, meant the fall of culture and education in general. Complete). Only she, in her 80s, could tell when, with whom and who had an affair, who was expelled when and who was actually an anti-Semite, although she hid ... Only she knew all the children of teachers and students, often inquired about them, without confusing names… “Let’s put the camera on for a day, we’ll change and record everything,” E. Tropp suggested not jokingly a year ago, because we all felt that Elena Viktorovna was a treasure trove, a “leaving nature”, a remarkably lively archivist…

That we should write it down (and didn’t write it down) - we felt especially keenly a year and a half ago, when, at the initiative of the restless Nazarova, we were making the book “The Theater Teacher Arkady Katsman”. Quietly, she dragged us into this story, and when the layout began, every evening, stealthily, she came to the basement, apologizing, realizing that it was too late, but she carried, carried, carried and pushed new and new photographs suddenly found to me and the layout designer. And they were accompanied by endless stories. It was deadly time for me to listen to everyone in the group photo, Elena Viktorovna understood this, I was quite hysterically nervous, because with each new photo we didn’t have time anymore, and for Elena Viktorovna every face was a face real person- with a biography, fate, roles ...

She had excellent Russian speech. Impeccably Leningrad intelligence. Endless humor. It is so strange that this news came today ... Probably, her husband Slava, a wonderful translator, took her away last years. He left quite recently. Now here she is. With all his wit, memory and benevolence, with love for a life that is now over ...

Elena Viktorovna Nazarova is no more.

Many people remember kindness and light. The news of the death of this man so painfully strikes, touches the soul. She was the soul of all these walls and corridors of ours, on Isaakievskaya and Mokhovaya, regardless of the leapfrog of the institute's names. And she kept the memory of everyone. You cannot imagine any event without her participation, without her notes on the occasion, full of wonderful humor and just warmth. In our presence, the living history of the institute was being created.

All her flock did not disappear for her with the end of graduate school, assistantship-internship; she always saw, and very well, people, namely people. Such a gift.

She herself was a truly deep person, phenomenally modest, exceptionally kind. She grew up in an acting house, her mother was an actress, Nikolai Simonov was among her closest friends at home. Her husband was Svyatoslav Svyatsky, writer, translator from Polish. She couldn't bear his recent death. There were children left, in St. Petersburg and in America. As I write this, I hear the beautiful singing of Andrei Svyatsky. Sounds like her soul.

We are publishing today the text of Elena Viktorovna from the book "Theater teacher Arkady Katsman", in which her voice and intonation are clearly audible.

He was like a lunge on a rapier

B. L. Pasternak

This is what B. L. Pasternak said about Lenin in The High Illness in his early period. But I want to say so much about A. I. Katsman. Fencing is the upbringing of nobility, and Katsman was the eternal knight of the truth of the theater and remained him in the memory of all who knew him, just as he remained with the "brownie" Mokhovaya 34, where there were so many great figures, and "brownie" only he, personality is possible in what something comic, but representing a lot more than others expected.

All his educational performances were delightful and amazing, but he never staged anything in a professional theater. He played only one episode in the movie, but he played brilliantly - in the film "Stopwatch" by his student Vadim Gauzer.

After graduating from our theater institute in 1946, he ended up at the Nizhny Tagil Drama Theater, but fortunately, less than a year later, he returned from there to Mokhovaya to teach under the supervision of his teacher Leonid Sergeevich Vivien, whom he threatened to write about, speaking of his sense of duty, but so he didn't write anything. And he himself remained a legend.

Once he was looking for Alexandra Alexandrovna Purtseladze at the institute - that's who, like Katsman, God created in order to teach future actors and directors. She took the oral entrance examination in literature and the Russian language. Last responder. He looks about sixteen years old, from the outback. The ticket contains Gorky's essay on Lenin and Turgenev's Rudin. Worse than the essay on the tickets was only a question on Gorky's novel "Mother". This is something that almost no one has read, and if they did, they forgot. The examiner was confused and depressed. A. A. asks leading questions and receives answers: “Gorky approved of Lenin because Lenin approved of Tolstoy, that even though he was a count, he walked barefoot and girded himself with a rope ...” Arkady Iosifovich to Alexandra Alexandrovna: “He is interested in painting, it’s already good!” And he asks the young man, although he has no right not only to ask, but also to attend the exam, what kind of portraits of Tolstoy he likes, maybe he saw reproductions. He comes to life and suddenly remembers from the essay: "Lenin laughed with joy that there is no one in Europe better than Tolstoy." We don't laugh. And Arkady Iosifovich asks if he saw films or performances about Lenin, and asks to show how Lenin laughed. And then a miracle happens: the examiner, together with the chair, moves away from the examiner’s table, his face ceases to be stupid and suffering, it becomes crafty, he laughs with a deaf short laugh of a difficult person, and even rubs his hands, as it is written in the essay. So, read, do not lie!

Alexandra Alexandrovna moves on to the second question. He honestly admits that he does not know anything about Rudin, he has not read it. I read only "On the Eve", but I forgot who was called and what happened. But he remembers well the story "Mumu" - he recently played Mumu in an exam on the skill of an actor. Arkady Iosifovich revives again, but Alexandra Alexandrovna stops him and asks the applicant to show the sentence analysis scheme (the third question in the Russian language) ... These were some kind of crooked squares, also connected by crooked lines, she made a serious face and said “okay”, handing over the sheet to me. I also said "okay". Katzman said “very well,” although no one asked him.

Alexandra Alexandrovna summed up: the first question - four, the second - three, the third - four, the general - four. Shura said that if he entered, then at least he would receive a scholarship, and both of them smiled. What wonderful smiles they had!

This friendly, sincere smile distinguished Arkady Iosifovich even in those difficult years, when he was so alone, so poor. Arriving together with the graduation course in Leningrad, he ended up in the dormitory of the institute, right there on Mokhovaya 34, in the same room with Patya Krymov, put up with him, interceded when they wanted to expel him for a bad character. Even then, this rare instinct for talent manifested itself in him. Having become a teacher of acting courses, he called his students boys and girls, revered them for children and often himself was a child among them. For some reason, he liked the presence of animals and birds in the audience, their participation in what was happening, sometimes ridiculous. The rooster, who happened to be at a meeting of students with Evgeny Alekseevich Lebedev, behaved so violently that the meeting with Lebedev turned into a meeting with a rooster. And at the bottom of the freshman, at the request of Arkady Iosifovich, there was a donkey on the stage of the Educational Theater, which was so nervous that he shouted at everyone. In the days of the Dargin studio, a dog took part in the performance, and the students complained about the master, who yelled so hard that not only they, but also the dog, could not rehearse. And even in the famous wall newspaper “I don’t believe!”, Because of the name of which there were such troubles with the district committee of the CPSU (whom do they not believe in the theater institute ???!!!), a caricature and poems appeared: The heart of a horseman is a sharp dagger,

Master, be careful
Almost squeezed a little, squeezed a little:
You can't take your dagger out of its sheath.

Arkady Iosifovich scolded the students for incorrectly holding the dog by the leash, and decided to show them how to do it. He proudly walked out with a dog and a leash in his hand, and she jerked so frightened that, along with the leash, Katsman was dragged backstage.

No one remembers now when Arkady Iosifovich began to wear a long red scarf, like Bejart, but everyone assures that before Piotrovsky, the famous director of the Hermitage. He probably came up with it himself. He had excellent taste in everything and always. And he could also see this scarf in the Russian Museum on a self-portrait of the wonderful Leningrad artist Yaroslav Nikolaev. After all, Katsman loved painting so much and he painted beautifully. He had a scarf even before the sheepskin coat. Sheepskin coat was a dream, and when in 1968 he went to Bulgaria with A. Z. Yufit and a group of students, it seemed that this dream would come true. And now the USSR Embassy in Bulgaria invites our people to the Reception House, and he has an attack of an ulcer, he is sick, he cannot get up. Doctors are called. Z. Avrutin, the legendary chairman of the student trade union committee of those years, a student of the directing course of L. F. Makaryev, comes to visit him, and Arkady Iosifovich asks in a weak voice: if they give something, do not forget about him. Zorik swears an oath and informs Yufit about his request. The gifts were notable: each was presented with a small ceramic cup for coffee. When they returned, Yufit found out that Arkady Iosifovich had been treated, the attack had come, and the patient was feeling fine. Yufit asks Zorik to play Katsman - to say that everyone who was was presented with a sheepskin coat. Zorik refuses. Yufit assures that he will stand outside the door and come to the rescue at the first call.

- Did you bring it? Katzman asks.
— Yes, — Zorik answers and gives him a cup.
- What about others?
- And for those who were, a sheepskin coat.
"And you didn't take me?" Katzman turns pale.
- Anatoly Zinovich! Zorik screams.

Yufit enters with a cup of coffee...

Yufit himself said that Katsman was always older than him. Then for some reason I decided that they were equal, but the most surprising thing for Yufit was that Katsman claimed that he was younger.

Arkady Iosifovich also loved practical jokes, but he could not stand going to various meetings. But then he was nevertheless forced to sit at the reporting and election trade union meeting of the institute. There was a presidium table on the stage. In the center, next to the chairman of the meeting, A. N. Kunitsyn, sat the bossy lady, on the sides were respected members of our team. M. L. Rekhels was late for this meeting, and when he sat sideways and sat down on the steps, this lady from the regional committee came out somewhere. Then Katsman asked his neighbor (whom I don’t remember) to write a note to Rekhels that he was elected a member of the presidium, that if he respects the team, he should rise and sit next to Kunitsyn, since he, Rekhels, was instructed to write a resolution.

Rehels was a modest man, he respected the team, and in front of everyone, he again walked sideways onto the stage and sat down in the place of the departed lady, who was not slow to return to her seat in a minute. Rehels was stunned, and the whole audience too, but then Katzman jumped up, interrupting someone who was speaking, and loudly turned to Kunitsin:

— Comrade Chairman! Why does a person who is late for a meeting, instead of modestly sitting on the steps, seeing an empty chair in the presidium, not elected by anyone, go and sit in this particular chair, which also belongs to a lady.

What happened to Rehels cannot be expressed in words. The lady did not understand anything at all, since Kunitsyn immediately got up and seated her in the center, and he himself stepped forward. The meeting rejoiced and ended rather quickly, but not for Rehels, as his rating jumped so much that he was then unanimously elected chairman of the LGITMiK trade union committee.

In general, the presence of Katsman at any events, meetings, lessons always brought something.

When he went to accept graduation performances from his student directors, they always had a fear that if Katzman didn’t like something, he might jump out and speak out, even if the audience was already sitting in the hall. The students warned Arkady Iosifovich that the theater's artistic council accepted the performance, this was the premiere, all comments - later. "Who do you take me for?" - Katsman was indignant ... And he jumped out.

The same thing happened in the accounts. He could disrupt the process. On the course of L. Malevannaya, his students, the show is animals and birds. She had a student named Orel. He portrayed a jackal. Arkady Iosifovich looked attentively, grimacing as usual, did not understand, then leaned over to Larisa and quietly asked: “Who is this?” “Eagle,” Larisa answered in a whisper. Nerves gone. Katsman jumped out onto the platform shouting: “What kind of eagle is this? It's some nasty nasty dog."

When they rehearsed "Oh, these stars," he kept wanting Petya Semak-Celentano to come up with something else: he sang, standing on his head or on his hands, and he came up with it. He sang, stepping along the slippery, narrow railings leading to the boxes in the hall of the Training Theater. It was almost a circus trick. Then in 1983, Petit-Celentano had sneakers on his feet, because no one else had sneakers.

Arkady Iosifovich liked, having said something sharp, to make a serious face and add: "Forgive me, I'm sorry." P. Semak in the etude "Mitya Karamazov" somewhere also said "sorry, sorry." "Petya! Katzman snapped. - This is not the way to say it. People say either sorry. Or sorry." And returning to his place, he said: “Sorry, sorry!”

…BUT. I. goes to the lesson. It's not just like that. He tunes in, greets those he knows along the way. This is a theatre. Theater of one actor, but extras also take place.

On that day, Levka Ehrenburg was the commander of the day. He had not eaten anything since morning, ran to the dining room and saw A.I. entering. He decided to hide behind a column, but that was not the case. "Leva! Stop! - A. I. shouted from afar. - “The incredible happened: a student of our course, Alexander Belsky, mortally insulted the BDT actress Prizvan-Sokolova. Georgy Alexandrovich is beside himself! We'll figure out."

Leva was speechless. G.A. is already so scary, but when he is beside himself?! But where and how could Sashka Belsky, the most quiet and well-mannered student of their course, insult Prizvan-Sokolova?

We figured it out, however, quickly: firstly, not Sasha Belsky, but Sasha Mirochnik from the stage course, secondly, not Called-Sokolov, but Skopa-Rodionov, and thirdly, no one insulted anyone at all, but wondered why he has three in solo singing.

...1981. 35 audience. Tovstonogov discusses with the commission the final grade in the specialty of those entering his directing course. Katzman calls the surname "Ehrenburg". Tovstonogov: "Four." A.I. just flashes:

- Goga, who will let us accept a person with the surname Ehrenburg with a four in his specialty ?! He needs to get a five. You said from the very beginning that you would take it!

- Of course, I'm interested in him, and I'm taking him on a course, but he's not an idiot, he perfectly understood that he answered by no means perfectly.

The dispute is heating up. Katzman even gets up for a monologue.

At the very beginning of the argument, graduate student Irina Malochevskaya quietly and imperceptibly walks out of the audience along the wall and quickly returns and walks openly through the center of the audience directly to the debaters: “G. BUT.! A.I.! What a joy!"

Tovstonogov and Katsman at the same time: “Which one? Which?"

Irina loudly: "Ehrenburg Tatar!"

Tovstonogov gloomily: "Four-minus Ehrenburg!"

... This happened when Arkady Koval was on the course as the commander of the day, but, due to circumstances known to his entourage, he not only did not arrive in advance, but was late for the start. Bursting at the last moment, he pulled on the rubbish that corresponded to the scene of the etude with the conditional name “homeless man” and at the last moment, forgetting where he threw the jacket, threw on the first thing that came across from the hanging outerwear. And this "what happened" was A.I.'s sheepskin coat.

When he jumped out onto the platform, thrusting his hands into the sleeves of the Master's sheepskin coat as he went, the audience froze. AI turned pale, but kept his face.

It was worse with partners. For them, the real sheepskin coat of A.I. did not fit into the circle of the proposed circumstances of the sketch at all. Koval, seeing nothing, remained alone in the plan of his imagination and played like a jackal until A.I. shouted: “Stop!”

In addition to this “stop”, he did not utter a single word, either about the sketch or about the rest.

Mokhovaya, 34 is the house of Arkady Iosifovich, where he enjoyed a lot, especially the audience that arose according to his plan and project, in which he worked in recent years. But one thought haunted him: why not put a red carpet on the marble stairs again. After all, the great teachers of the Russian theater school once walked along this staircase, along the red carpet, and many then unknown students ran, who later became the pride of this school ...

• Academic degree:  Candidate economic sciences
• Academic title:  Docent
• Date of birth:  the 3rd of November