Mihail muromov biography sample

I did not know than Anton, Pyotr and Semyon were black marketeers when they invited me to join them for a drink. Only that Galina Pavlova, my interpreter, had gone to bed. I was sitting alone and, in between vodka shooters, Anton’s table had been dancing up a storm. It’s important here not to use real names. Black marketeering is a jailable offense in the Soviet Union and, as I would learn later, these men were being watched. 

“Tovarisch (friend), why are you sitting alone on Soviet Service Workers’ Day?” a towering figure with black shoulder-length hair asked in Russian. A section of the Hotel Otrar’s crowded dining room had been cleared, and couples were slow dancing to a four-piece band. 

Catching only his greeting, I turned to face him. “I’m sorry, do you speak English?” I replied loudly enough to make myself heard. 

“You are East German?” he inquired with a slight accent. 

“No, American.”

“American?” he repeated, failing to hide his surprise. “Well, if that is the case, I insist, you must join us for a drink.” With his powerful build, dark eyes and certain self-destructive charisma, he reminded me of Rasputin—the Russian mystic who advised the Czarina Alexandra. Despite his earlier toasts, the vodka seemed to have no effect on him as he smiled slightly and indicated an empty seat. 

After a brilliant day of skiing with Soviet pop singer Misha Muromov at Alma Ata’s Chimbulak ski area, all I wanted was a bottle of mineral water and eight hours of sleep. But, skiing aside, I had come to meet the Russian people and in spite of nagging premonition that drinking with Anton could lead to trouble, I found his invitation too fascinating to refuse. 

There were eight people seated around the table, four men and their dates. A glass of vodka materialized before me and I raised it to Anton’s toast, “America!” With Anton

About the authors

Yu. S. Gol′dfarb

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Gol′dfarb Yuriy Semenovich

125993, Moscow
129090, Moscow

S. A. Kabanova

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Kabanova Svetlana Aleksandrovna

129090, Moscow

N. F. Lezhenina

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Lezhenina Natalya Fedorovna

125993, Moscow

M. M. Potskhveriya

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Potskhveriya Mikhail Mikhailovich

125993, Moscow
129090, Moscow

Yu. N. Ostapenko

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Ostapenko Yuriy Nikolaevich

125993, Moscow
129090, Moscow

V. I. Sleptsov

Larissa Rubalskaya

Larisa Rubalskaya is a famous songwriter. Many songs based on her poems have become golden hits performed by the brightest stars of Russian pop music - Alla Pugacheva, Valery Leontiev, Irina Allegrova, Alexander Malinin, Mikhail Muromov, Philip Kirkorov and other popular artists. The collection includes selected poems of different years, including those put to music: "Strange Woman", "In vain words", "Stealer", "Sokolniki", "Daughter", "I'm guilty, I'm guilty", "Turn the clock back" and others. The poetess herself says about the songs that have won the nation's love: "These songs are objectively good, not randomly promoted. They are not invested with money, connections, they live on their own... Besides, the songs were chosen by good artists, so their life turned out to be long. It also depends on whether the author himself has become retro". What is the creative secret of Larisa Rubalskaya and her unfading success? Perhaps in the fact that in her poems she has a confidential conversation about life, time and love; sometimes it is sad, sometimes ironic, but it is invariably imbued with hope for the best and faith in the good.