The eldest daughter of Elena Proklova with her husband. And when two dear aunts rub each other with homemade dandelion juice, it’s complete relaxation
Family and childhood
Elena was born in Moscow on September 2, 1953. Mother - Anna Proklova, teacher. Father - Igor Proklov, programming teacher at the Military-Political Academy. Grandfather - Viktor Timofeevich - actor and assistant director of Mosfilm, great-grandmother - theater actress.
Elena studied artistic gymnastics from the age of four, becoming a master of sports at the age of 11. From the fifth grade she was homeschooled, and from that point on she attended school only to take exams.
She got her first film role at the age of 12, and it happened by accident. In 1965, during a screen test for Alexander Mitta’s film “They’re calling, open the door!”, the director noticed Lena coming to visit her grandfather. She, having watched the tests, learned the voiced text. By that time, about 11 thousand candidates had taken part in the tests. Despite this, after the audition, Mitta approved Lena Proklova for the main role.
"Secrets of Cinema": "They're calling, open the door"
In the film she managed to work on one film set with Rolan Bykov, and after the premiere Lena received a certificate from Mosfilm. She was noticed by both the audience and the press. In Venice, the film received an award at the 1965 International Film Festival (in the “Children’s Films” category).
Acting career
Lena got her second leading role in the movie “The Snow Queen” a year after Mitta’s film. It was the film adaptation of Andersen’s fairy tale that brought the talented girl all-Union fame and fame; the film also won in 1967 main prize at the Scarlet Carnation festival in Bogota.
In the next two years, two more films with her participation followed. The first was " Awkward age"(1968, directed by Richard Viktorov), and the second is "Shine, Shine, My Star" (1969, directed by Alexander Mitta). It was during the filming of the latter that Elena made her choice acting profession. After passing exams for the ninth and tenth grades as an external student, she entered the Studio School at the Moscow Art Theater in the acting department.
During her studies, Elena temporarily suspended her participation in filming. In 1973 she graduated from the Studio School, after which she was accepted as an actress into the Moscow Art Theater troupe.
Elena Proklova in the film “The One and Only”
The first after a break in cinema was the role in the 1974 film “The Only One”, where Valery Zolotukhin and the legendary Vladimir Vysotsky became Elena Proklova’s partners.
This was followed in 1975 by the school drama “The Untransferable Key,” in which director Dinara Asanova gave Elena the main role - a principled teacher who entered into a complex conflict with the class. In 1977, the real moment came for the artist. finest hour- after the premiere of the film “Mimino”. Proklova’s heroine, flight attendant Larisa Komarova, was remembered for the truly legendary phrase of Vakhtang Kikabidze, which immediately became popular: “I want Larisa Ivanovna!”
In the same year, a little later, another film was released that became a classic of 70s cinema – a musical drama based on Lope de Vega’s play “Dog in the Manger.” In it, Elena Proklova played the maid of the aristocratic Diana, performed by Margarita Terekhova, Marcela. Her heroine was unrequitedly in love with the señora's secretary, the charming Tristan, played by Mikhail Boyarsky. Nikolai Karachentsov and Armen Dzhigarkhanyan also took part in the filming.
Then, over the next 12 years, the actress successfully starred in another two dozen films, working with such partners as Kirill Lavrov, Leonid Filatov, Vladimir Zeldin and others. The melodramatic resort comedy “Be My Husband” (1981), where Andrei Mironov became the actress’s partner, remains beloved by viewers.
"Be my husband." Secrets of our cinema
After 1990, the number of invitations to film roles began to decline sharply. Over the next two decades, Elena Proklova starred in only six films.
Career of theater actress and television presenter
Since 1973, Elena has played roles in all the main performances of the Moscow Art Theater, the most famous being “The Blue Bird”, “ Cherry Orchard", "Valentin and Valentina". In the early 1990s, the actress left the theater.
In 2015, Proklova came to the MDPT “Bambi”, where she received a role in the play “The Others”.
The actress has been on television since 2002: first she participated in “ The last hero 3: Lost,” a then-popular reality show set on a desert island. From 2006 to 2010, Proklova was the host of the Malakhov+ program on Channel One.
In October 2010, she was invited to the “Housing and Communal Services” talk show, dedicated to the problems of modern urban housing and communal services, where she worked until October 2012.
Elena Proklova became the heroine of the “Actually” program. Dmitry Shepelev invited two people with her ex-spouses actresses: Alexandra Savelova-Deryabina and Andrey Trishin.
The actress said that in her marriage to Alexander, with whom she lived for four years, her two twin sons died. The babies were stillborn. According to Elena, she was very upset about the death of her children. On the program, Proklova named the cause of their death.
The artist noted that this was not the doctors’ mistake, since at that time specialists did not have the opportunity to fully examine the mother’s body. " This is more likely medical ignorance. At that time, they did not do an analysis of hemostasis - blood clotting, but my blood was very thick. Because of this, my children died. The fetus does not receive enough nutrition, the child develops incorrectly, and becomes unviable at the time of birth. This is how my two sons died from Alexander and one from Andrey“- said Proklova.
Savelov-Deryabin never came to terms with the loss of his children. After the tragedy, discord began in their couple. Elena admitted that her husband’s statement came as a shock to her. " For me, Sasha’s phrase: “Everything that is done is for the better,” became a knife that cut off the relationship", Proklova said.
In turn, Alexander shared with the experts that he loved his wife and did not want to cause pain. " I said this to calm her down, to explain that everything was ahead, we were young after all.“, said Proklova’s ex-husband in the studio.
Experts asked Deryabin whether he blamed the actress for the death of the twins when they were a family. Alexander answered negatively. This turned out to be true. But after a while, when he learned that his wife had previously terminated her pregnancy several times and did not tell him about her health problems, he began to condemn Proklova.
The man admitted that he still has not forgiven her for the death of her sons. " Deep down I didn’t forgive. And when I found out about abortion..."- said Alexander.
Proklova said that she terminated her pregnancy for the first time at the age of 18. " I lived in a family of atheists. I'm a big sinner", the actress shared. According to her, she did this not of her own free will. " It was native and close person, my grandmother took me", the movie star added.
It turned out that ex-husband Elena Andrei Trishin also had difficult memories from living together with the artist, which he also told the guests and experts in the studio about. At the same time, he never stopped repeating that he still loves his former chosen one, which experts recognized as a lie.
The bar was called "RVS". I never found out how it was deciphered. In the early nineties, I got a job there as a waitress, then became a bartender; the people who hung out in the bar were mostly cops and bandits. But I'm not a timid person. One day one of our regular visitors brought a magazine with an article about Elena Proklova. And there is my photo with the caption: eldest daughter actress Arina Melik-Karamova.
After that, they began to treat me with distrust at work. They decided that since the daughter of a star means she’s showing off and going crazy. Usually everyone reacts this way, so I don’t advertise my pedigree. I remember when I was still a girl, when I came to see her at the Moscow Art Theater with my mother, I heard behind me: “Wow! The beautiful Proklova has such an ugly daughter!” I felt terribly uncomfortable in front of my mother, as if I was letting her down. Since then, a certain complex has remained - to weigh everything that happens in my life with the expectation of publicity. Reverse side medals...
It so happened that my mother and I never lived together: I was raised by my grandparents. She tried to take him home, but it didn’t work out every time. We are completely different, Elena Igorevna is a much more purposeful person. He still can't sit still for a second. She loves to sew, knit, and dig in the garden. I am completely different. More calm and measured. Favorite activity- lie down with a book on the sofa. So if we are similar in anything, it is in the strength of our characters. That’s why the relationship didn’t develop easily: one day they quarreled so much that they didn’t see each other or talk for five whole years. That's when I found myself in a night bar.
Today the former storms have subsided. I have become older, my mother is wiser. We communicate daily. It's just a pity that you can't get back the years erased from general history. And the most offensive thing is that we did it with our own hands...
When I received my passport, I could choose my last name and nationality. I didn’t intend to become Proklova, but I didn’t want to offend my mother. And she wrote down: “Melik-Karamova, Russian.” Mom joked: “Thank God, it’s not Proklova, the Armenian.” My parents divorced when I was two years old. Since then, my mother lived for several women's lives, and dad, Vitaly Melik-Karamov, never married again. When I was a child he worked sports commentator at the Novosti press agency, then made documentaries, now writes scripts, and published a book of memoirs.
It is generally accepted in the family that dad still loves mom. Recently he admitted: “Yes, I love Lena - but the eighteen-year-old one. Snub nose. The woman I see now is completely alien to me: she has a different character, different habits, even a different face.”
The parents met in the company of my mother’s older brother Viktor Proklov. Dad, an Armenian from Baku, studied with Vitya at the Moscow Architectural Institute. Mom was only sixteen then, but she was already famous artist: She began acting in films at the age of eleven, when director Alexander Mitta chose her for the main role in the film “They’re calling, open the door.” Then she played Gerda in " To the Snow Queen", Christina in "Shine, Shine, My Star"...
Dad remembers that Lena was very the right girl. I didn’t like to hang out; I went to bed at nine in the evening. And one fine day she suddenly asked:
- Do you have a suit?
- No.
- Find it somewhere.
- For what?
- We're getting married.
Uncle Vitya just proposed to my mother best friend. They had already sewed her wedding dress, and her mother was simply jealous. This is her version: they say she wanted beautiful dress— so I proposed to my friend Vitalik. She was not yet eighteen, so she had to get special permission. We got married, I was born. But dad began to be jealous of mom’s profession and forbade kissing in love scenes. For example, in the Moscow Art Theater play “Valentin and Valentina” - by Soviet standards, very erotic. She couldn’t imagine leaving cinema and theater, and she left her dad.
Let me remind you that this is the version that exists in the family. And although I have heard it since infancy, today I cannot believe that such a frivolous reason as the desire to show off in a new dress can become the reason for marriage. And there is not the greatest amount of truth in the reason for the divorce. Of course, a normal man hardly enjoys having his woman hugged by others. And I would hardly be pleased with my husband’s work. But you never know what we don’t like in the profession of our other halves, when there is love, respect, mutual understanding - everything can be solved. In any case, this cannot cause the breakup of a family.
I think everything was simpler and more banal: few people manage to save marriages entered into at eighteen. This is too irresponsible an age.
When I came of age, my dad gave me his manuscript. There was a note enclosed in it: “Please never let anyone read it. This only concerns you and me. You’re an adult now, I want you to know everything.” He wrote a story about his separation from his mother - the feelings and emotions that he experienced. Of course, I will omit the details.
Mom then went on tour with the theater for two months. As soon as I got settled in the hotel, I called my father and said everything was fine. And a day later she announced that they were breaking up. Of course, dad had long understood that the relationship was going wrong, but did not want to admit it. They were simply too different in temperament: a slow, thorough dad and an explosive, impulsive mother.
They lived with mother's parents. But after the divorce, my mother did not stay in the apartment in Bolshoi Karetny. I have long been accustomed to independence. Yes, and her personal life had to be arranged: it was only the twenty-second year, she was miraculously good, many people looked after her. I rented a place and moved out. She couldn’t take me to her place: real star, my mother endlessly disappeared on set, on the road, and played in the theater in the evenings. There was simply no one to leave the child with. Then dad moved to rented apartment. I stayed in Bolshoi Karetny with my grandfather Igor Viktorovich, grandmother Inessa Alexandrovna and great-grandmother Irina Mikhailovna.
If my mother quarreled with Baba Inna, she would sometimes say in her hearts: “What kind of mother are you? She abandoned her own child!” But only as a last argument - out of a desire to step on a sore spot. Everyone in the family understood perfectly well that my mother did not live with me not because she did not want to, but because she could not. Nobody saw anything strange or shameful in this.
I only learned that my family was structured differently from others when I entered school and started visiting my friends. They lived with their parents - both of them were “visitors”. But they were! We saw dad almost every day. Mom, in force objective reasons, appeared less often, having already become bored: she kissed, squeezed, and showered her with gifts. And there was a bunch of crazy relatives around who were shaking over me.
When the Proklovs were invited to become the heroes of the “My Genealogy” program, the editor proudly announced that she had found out our roots up to the third generation. It's funny to hear: we know much more ancient relatives. It is customary in the family to give birth early and live long. How can you not find out where you come from if several generations have breakfast, lunch and dinner at the same table? Suffice it to say that at the moment I am the oldest child: my daughter Alice was born when I was already twenty-two. She found one of her great-great-great-grandmothers.
In Bolshoy Karetny Lane, life revolved around Baba Inna. While I was little, she worked as a bartender at the Moscow restaurant. She didn’t like this place, she contemptuously called herself a “trader,” and on the day she turned fifty-five, she immediately retired.
She was an amazingly easy-going and carefree person. We are all trying to lay out straws and calculate the options in advance. She wasn’t afraid of anything, it seemed like she didn’t even think about anything. She didn’t live during the day, she lived momentarily; she didn’t even make plans for the evening. The hostess was hospitable, but completely careless; there was noise and commotion in the house. My dad constantly visited, Uncle Vitya “threw” his son Igor, my cousin, to the parents, my mother came with her next husband. They constantly received guests: my grandmother attracted people like a planet into her orbit. Dogs barked, cats meowed, thank God that fish are silent by nature. And Baba Inna felt great inside this whirlpool! She was such a fanatical dog lover that she once even turned a pig into a greyhound. I decided to take a pig for the summer to fatten it up and slaughter it in the fall. The pig's name was Mike, she became everyone's favorite, she ran with the children for a swim. She became lean, with a retracted stomach. Naturally, in September, no one could even imagine that Mike could be “solved”; they sent him somewhere to the village amid general crying. Grandmother kept marbled Great Danes. I dragged them to dog shows: “Bitch Proklova” always took first place.
One day the dog Lyutya was supposed to be taken for breeding. They rushed to collect documents, medals and certificates. It was only possible to find something in our apartment by a miracle. For several days, from all corners, grandma’s voice could be heard: “Damn, damn, just make a joke and give it back.” Finally we found everything, we got into the car.
“Inna, I know you,” the grandfather mutters, “check everything again.” Did you take the pedigree?
- I took it.
- Medals?
- I took it.
- Exactly? Okay, let's go.
After about five kilometers it turned out that they had forgotten... Lyutya.
Baba Inna was the real soul of the family, a source of warmth. It was simply impossible to offend her; any quarrel was resolved instantly. Although she herself could touch a nerve. My mother and I couldn’t understand whether it was either a harmful character, or simply “not catching up”, how unpleasant it was to hear: “Somehow you’ve gained weight. And your hair is terrible, and don’t wear that dress again.” At the same time, it was difficult to pick her up. Beautiful by nature, she never took care of herself. He will only wave his hand at any criticism addressed to him: they say, nonsense - who can see me. Although grandfather, Colonel tank troops, a reveler and joker, my grandmother adored. He taught computer science at the military academy and worked on the first computers.
Everything came easy to grandma, which is why she never completed anything. Anything that required extra effort was discarded as unnecessary. I began to show character early, it was not easy to cope with me, so she didn’t try.
Some attempts were made by my grandmother’s mother, Irina Mikhailovna, a former NKVD employee and the widow of a major general. I remember her playing solitaire, with “Java” in her teeth and a lapdog on her lap. Compared to the amiable and carefree grandmother, she seemed like a real Gestapo. What does “Eat the soup!” mean if it’s cold? I sat at the table for hours, gritting my teeth. She secretly did dirty tricks on the lapdog. Then, finally, Baba Inna appeared and waved her hand: “Come on, let him not eat.” Today I regret that my great-grandmother and I were always at odds and I, according to by and large, I never found out.
My mother says that I began to show my character when I was very little. We spent the summer at the dacha near New Jerusalem, in the village “NIL” - “Science, Art, Literature”. My grandfather’s parents lived here - Viktor Timofeevich and Nadezhda Georgievna. When my mother arrived, I tried to hold her. When I was about three years old, I begged for a ride together in a car to a well three lots from ours.
“You won’t make it back, you’ll get lost,” my mother tried to resist.
“I’ll get there,” I stubbornly said. And she insisted.
I remember that it was scary when she dropped me off, but I already understood then: if I said that I would get there myself, I had to get there. Mom later said that, of course, she never left. She stopped in the woods and watched from behind the tree as I stood and stood and hobbled to the dacha on splayed legs.
Mom's influence was magical. It was impossible to dress me as a very small child in winter: overalls did not yet exist, and I refused to tolerate being dressed up like a cabbage in mitten pants. “Only Lena could cope with you,” dad recalls. “She read poetry, and serious poets at that.” As soon as he starts from Boris Slutsky: “People got into boats, got into boats, horses swam just like that...” - and ropes can be twisted out of you.”
Every appearance of my mother was like fireworks. I remember playing in the yard, and she came from the filming of the film “Late Love” based on Ostrovsky - without taking off her makeup and in a chic velvet dress of cognac-cherry color, in a hat with a veil. She was incredibly good! The girls' girlfriends were completely stunned, they threw down their toys and opened their mouths. And I just choked with delight: what a mother I have, the best!
Nevertheless, I always knew: you won’t spoil her. She is a determined, even tough person. Somehow took us away from cousin Igor to his place for the weekend. We were delighted - a real adventure! On the way we stopped at a grocery store. Even then a supporter healthy eating Naturally, mom didn’t even look in the direction of the sausage department. She brought me to the dairy: “Choose what you want for dinner.” On the counter, among the dull kefir, a beautiful box of curd with raisins stood out. Like all children, we reached for the bright wrapper.
“We’ll take one for two,” my mother decided. But we started whining:
- No, buy it for everyone!
- Well, look.
At home I planted it in the kitchen:
- Eat.
Igor and I picked:
- Ugh, what disgusting! We don't want to!
Mom got furious:
- No, just a minute. You won’t leave the table until you eat.
I tried, of course, to whine, but I knew my mother well and understood that it was useless. I quickly devoured everything. My brother did not immediately appreciate the scale of the disaster. And he cried into this mass and blew snot into it. Only then did he begin to cram it into himself. I, beaming with happiness that I had already eaten everything, jumped up and sang from the feelings overwhelming me: “Kostroma, Kostroma, my sovereign!” Igor roared even more bitterly. But my mother ruined the whole thrill: she allowed her brother not to finish eating. It was terribly unfair!
At one time I dreamed of turning into a princess. I even convinced my grandmother to call me Eleanor. I begged my mother to sew a dress with a crinoline. And she brought back from a business trip... jeans. How I burst into tears! Mom, without thinking twice, grabbed these pants and tore them in two. And I haven’t received any gifts for a long time. Only as she grew older did she realize how hurt she must have been. They didn’t change enough daily allowances, I had to save money, deny myself everything, then I chose these jeans, worried whether they would fit...
Apparently I'm not a lucky person. Mom managed to appear exactly at the moment when I was causing trouble. Somehow took me away from kindergarten, the teacher complained, and my mother scolded me all the way back. I frowned and remained silent. At home she said: “Go to the corner. Until you apologize, you won’t leave.” It ended, however, with my mother herself persuading me to come out: I categorically refused to apologize. She never asked for forgiveness if she believed that she was not to blame.
Mom was indignant, swore, and complained about my obnoxious character. However, after conducting another educational session, she always left. The older I got, the more I resisted such “spot” influence. It’s one thing when they take care of you every day, but it’s quite another thing if a person whose arrival you look forward to like a holiday begins to “moralize” you.
At the age of nine I was taken to the Moscow Art Theater to see Amadeus. They sat me down in a box. The performance was so impressive that I watched the second act in tears - already from behind the scenes. The scene where the dead Mozart is thrown into a pit left me in a semi-fainting state. My mother, who also played in the play, even asked the wardrobe maids to find a Valocordin for me. And suddenly I saw the artist who played Mozart walking down the aisle and calmly chewing an apple. This deception caused a real shock. The next time they were able to drag me into the theater only when I was twenty years old: I resisted with my hands and feet.
The only one who tried to educate seriously was dad. He made sure that I made the bed, brushed my teeth, took me to cartoons and walked in the Neskuchny Garden. When I went to school, I checked my lessons. But alone in the field is not a warrior. I grew up very spoiled. Once dad saw my grandmother trying to feed me, two years old, soup. To make me open my mouth - apparently in surprise - my great-grandfather and his brother danced on the table. This made him so angry! Well, I still didn’t know how Grandma Inna stuffed black caviar into her granddaughter: she cut the sandwiches into airplane shapes and sent them into my mouth on the fly. Dad was terribly worried about the lack of any upbringing in my life. But he hit me only once, when I was sixteen. I had a fight with my grandmother and, going into my room, muttered through clenched teeth: “Stupid.” Dad slapped him in the face: “I won’t raise my hand against you anymore. But once again I hear that my daughter speaks like that about her elders, she will cease to exist for me.”
Even if dad couldn’t influence me, then mom’s husbands had no right to vote at all. Moreover, over time, each of them understood: firstly, she does not expect their participation in my fate, since she is not looking for a father for the child, and secondly, the child has such a character that you can only touch her.
The fate of my mother’s men was unenviable. Elena Igorevna is too emotional, even explosive. It seems that I myself behaved this way with boys only until I was eighteen. Mom wasn’t expecting flowers, but meticulous explanations: why he looked wrong, why he suddenly changed his tone. She demanded that the man catch every glance, every breath. Literally dissolved in her.
More than once I saw her run out into the street when she was arguing with one of her husbands: sobbing, almost barefoot, into the night, and could not be stopped. On the other hand, sometimes it seemed that this whole extravaganza was superficial; inside my mother was held by a very rigid rod. And no matter how she seethed with passions, she did not fall in love herself, but only allowed herself to be loved.
I first saw Alexander Adamovich in Sochi, where my mother took me to shoot the film “Be My Husband.” He was a set designer and the father of Philip, who played his mother's son. In Sochi I turned seven, Philip was a year older, we constantly bullied each other. When my mother got together with Sasha, Filya went to live with his mother in France and rarely visited Moscow.
I think my mother truly loved Adamukha. It was not just a novel, but rather civil marriage for several years. In some ways, Sasha looked like a bon vivant, women like him like that, and mom is no exception. The wonderful, intelligent, well-mannered and well-read Adamovich had one drawback - he drank heavily. He could hold on, but then he would go off the rails for several weeks. With all the consequences. It is impossible to live with such a person, the woman is always on guard, forced to keep watch, no matter what happens again...
And my mother left and began dating her future second husband, Alexander Deryabin, Adamovich found out and started drinking heavily. And then it just started at school winter holidays. Mom took my brother Igor and me under her arm and took us to the dacha, where Uncle Vitya was vacationing with his honest company.
Mother younger than brother for six years, but she protected Vitya all her life: from boys on the street, from relatives, from his own vices. I don’t know a single person who would not fall under my uncle’s charm. The family felt sorry for Vitya, pulled him out of various troubles, and constantly shoved money at him. So it stayed big kid. Periodically, my mother, with her usual enthusiasm, comes to “rescue” her brother. First he tidies up his uncle, then his workshop. He disperses his friends, makes them sit at the table, stands behind him and watches Vitya work. He obediently agrees with everything: “Lenusik, I promise, from this day on - no, no, I swear.” And at this time his friends look out the window: has she left? Of course, at some point, mom gets tired of acting as a teacher, more important concerns arise...
Adamovich was friends with Vitya. Seeing Sasha at the dacha, my mother commanded: “Under your responsibility!” She fused me and Igor and flew off about her business. My brother and I found ourselves in the company of artists and sculptors who continued to cheerfully celebrate New Year. I still can’t understand why the grandmothers didn’t track our location?
For some reason Adamukha took his mother’s order seriously. And although, while on a drinking binge, I had little understanding of what was happening around me, during those holidays I tried to live up to the image of my father and teacher. We swore terribly. Once he didn’t let me go for a walk. I stand sulking, angry, and he sits drunk by the fireplace and says:
— I’ll now read a poem that I composed especially for you:
Why does he fly?
Because this elephant
Tenderly in love with a butterfly.
That's it, girl, go.
Five minutes later he calls again. I'm approaching. It all starts all over again:
I drove him into such a frenzy that I still remember the verse thirty years later!
I was eleven then. The next time we saw each other was eighteen. It happened again in winter. Me, mom and her current husband Andryusha went to visit Alik Tsigal, a wonderful sculptor and brother-in-law of the late Lyubov Polishchuk. He had a group of people. Suddenly, from somewhere in the depths of the workshop, Adamukha emerges in a robe. He was completely drunk, and Tsigal took him in. He saw us and began to apologize: “Sorry, I’m not tidy.” He quickly dressed, washed, sat down at the table:
- Lenochka, Lenusechka, how glad I am to see you! - and he looks at me strangely, as if he doesn’t recognize me. Mom couldn't stand it:
- This is Arisha!
As a child, I really was ugly, but in my youth, as they say, I got better.
After some time, the men went for drinks and snacks, and he went with them. He returns and gives all the women - there were several of them in the company - a gorgeous scarlet rose. And in front of me he opens his coat, and there - a whole armful white daffodils! I can’t even imagine where one could get daffodils in snowy Soviet Moscow. They were still dried in a vase when Adamukha passed away. His death is some kind of mystery. I only know that Sasha was shot at the airport when he was flying to Paris. They said this dark story intelligence services were involved and, therefore, no one really knows any details.
I think my warm memories of Adamovich are primarily associated with the tragedy of his departure. While he lived with my mother, he did not feel any particular curiosity about me, and he did not occupy my thoughts. But I had the opportunity to live together with my mother’s second husband, Alexander Deryabin, for some time.
Periodically, my mother tried to take me to her place. But life together didn't work out. The first time this happened was when I was three years old. Mom had a fight with her grandmother and decided to become independent. The room she rented in the theater dormitory was a monstrous mess. The next day we leave kindergarten.
- I have a surprise for you.
- Doll? - I begin to wonder. - Dress like a princess?
- You'll see now.
We arrive at the dorm, mom opens the door and proclaims:
- Look how great we cleaned up!
Naturally, I’m in a roar. Mom was terribly angry. After all, I tried! And the child showed disrespect for her work. She put me to bed and went to her friends in the next room. I remember lying alone at night and feeling very sorry for myself.
When my mother married Sasha Deryabin, she already had a cooperative apartment on Krasin Street. And I grew up: at twelve years old I could get home from school and go to bed on my own. In short, my mother decided to take me away again.
Sasha was a famous healer in Moscow. Mom was introduced to him by the Moscow Art Theater actress Liliya Zhurkina, the then wife of Evgeniy Evstigneev. When my ulcer opened, Zhurkina told me about a wonderful doctor who helped her get rid of her addiction to drinking. The sessions took place in the Evstigneevs’ apartment on Suvorovsky Boulevard. Fifteen people gathered. They sat in a circle. Sasha, like an inveterate guru, pronounced his healing mantras. The members of the “sect” - there is no other way to call them - listened reverently. After this, Deryabin gave everyone a teaspoon of oil and gave everyone an enema. So side by side - some on the floor, some on the sofa - and lay with their butts up. One day, just during a show, Evstigneev returned from the theater. Looked into the room from the corridor with sad eyes, took off his hat and, without saying anything or even saying hello, quietly went into the bowels of the apartment, tightly closing the door behind him.
At first I really wanted to live with my mother. But again nothing came of it. First of all, I was very homesick - the one I was used to. The daily routine, the habits ingrained from infancy, in the end, banal food - with my mother everything was different than in Bolshoi Karetny. Grandma fed us cabbage rolls, fried potatoes, and homemade cutlets. Mom went on diets, used some kind of yoga practices, and endlessly “cleaned up.” Like all actors, she is a passionate person, and then there is the “herbalist” Deryabin nearby. At school I was given buckwheat baked in a frying pan - naturally, raw and without oil. In the mornings it was necessary to drink a special decoction according to Sasha’s recipe - a collection of forty-two herbs. So disgusting that now I probably won’t even feel the bitterness of wormwood.
I lasted a couple of months on this healthy diet. Sausage for the house was bought only for the dog, basset hound Grusha. It’s embarrassing to say, but when my mother went to the theater, I stole from her bowl. If you want to live, you won’t do anything like that.
In addition, rightly deciding that my grandmother had “made me lazy and let me go,” my mother zealously set about raising me. By the age of twelve, resistance had been trained: no one had ever drilled me, but here, hello! In short, discontent grew and bright pictures of happy family life, which we both drew for ourselves, were shattered in everyday life. One fine day I confessed to my grandmother:
“I don’t want to live with my mother anymore.” But I don't know how to tell her.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll do it myself,” promised the compassionate woman Inna.
Mom had a performance that day, she called during intermission. Now, they say, he will finish the game and come for me. The grandmother said: you don’t have to rush, Arina is not going to return.
I think my decision came as a blow to my mother. She still wanted to take me away, tried to put the squeeze on me by force. On this basis, he and his grandmother had a serious conflict. Over time, everything got better and settled down, but for about a year after my escape, my mother and I did not speak. I found a scythe on a stone. Although, of course, both were very worried.
The family did not like Deryabin. In the summer, at the dacha, the whole family gathered at a long table on the terrace. If you were five minutes late, your great-grandfather would deprive you of breakfast or lunch; he even gave his son, the colonel, slaps on the head. And just imagine: everyone is already sitting, Sasha enters. He watches Viktor Timofeevich cut off a piece of fragrant pork and loudly exclaims: “Dead meat! How can you eat this? Then he takes a bite of a cabbage leaf: “Royal food, divine food!” There was some kind of exaltation in him, and it was unnatural. One day Igor and I saw him... secretly eating sprats. And Deryabin saw us! So he froze: one fish was in his mouth, and he dropped the second one out of surprise.
But I admire the sincerity of my family. The stepfather sometimes brought sick people into the house, once he settled a boy with his mother from his native Zaporozhye at the same dacha. He had lymph cancer and monstrous ulcers on his legs. As a rule, we try not to see the suffering of others, as if it does not concern us, but here my family sheltered someone else’s sick child for several months.
When they told me that two brothers were soon to be born, I did not feel any threat. I had my own family, my mother had hers. In my childhood head they did not intersect in any way. But, unfortunately, children were not destined to be born. Mom and Sasha could not survive the loss of the twins - grief tore them apart.
In general, only fragmentary pictures remain in my memory from that tragedy. Here I am sitting by my mother’s bed, applying cold towels to her head. Mom feels bad, there are bricks under the bed: the doctor told her to keep her feet above her head.
I come running from volleyball and find out that my mother has left for Moscow. Sasha stayed at the dacha: they probably had a fight. We are all worried about how mom is feeling, we walk three kilometers to the rest home, where there is a pay booth and you can call Moscow. Sasha’s mother visited Krasin and said: “Lena is in the hospital. She lost her children." The next shot is Sasha sobbing on his knees. Right on the asphalt. Well, a few days later, during the final credits, mom appears, as happy as always. We take a long walk with her through the meadow.
Only after a while did I understand how difficult it was for my mother then, what she had to go through. She didn't show it. And children are cruel, death simply does not exist for them. They begin to feel other people’s pain only after they have experienced their own.
Like any child, some phrases I heard from adults got stuck in my head. And the family said: maybe everything that happens is for the best? It's good that Lena divorced Sasha. And about a year later we sat in her dressing room before the performance. There was a conversation about children, I just blurted out:
“Maybe it’s for the best that the twins weren’t born,” and for the first time I saw what an upturned face looked like.
Mom didn’t swear, she just said:
“Think for a second: you are rejoicing at the death of two children.” How is this possible?
That conversation became an important step in growing up for me. I realized: everything should be looked at from different points of view, and for this you need to take a closer look at who is nearby, get out of your narrow rut. If a person does not show suffering, this does not mean that he does not experience it. It seemed to me that my mother was going through everything easily, but then I realized that she was just very strong. That’s why he’s lonely: he can’t share his grief with anyone. Not from pride or mistrust - from impossibility. It’s no coincidence that my mother never had friends.
Mom divorced Sasha. She also couldn’t stay in the apartment where they lived. To change the situation, I moved to Vita’s workshop. At the same time in once again took up his upbringing.
But that time she took care of her brother especially zealously. One fine day the basement rang and my mother opened it. On the threshold is an unfamiliar young man.
When my mother met Trishin, Andrei was working in a watch workshop. During Perestroika, he got a job as a driver in a German company: money was difficult in the family at that time. Today he is mainly engaged in construction.
They have been together for more than twenty years. Why did mom choose Andrey in the end? My dad likes to say that Lena would make an excellent general’s wife. By mentality, internal structure molecules she is not an artist at all. Compared to their colleagues, they look like a powerful tractor surrounded by lawn mowers. Actors tend to mix reality and art, to play with real people as partners on stage. And my mother clearly separates life and cinema. Elena Igorevna can twirl her finger at her temple at these words: they say, who are you listening to? Am I not an artist? But it seems to me that acting is just a profession for her, not a way of life. That is why I managed to maintain a sober view of my colleagues, who, as a rule, have a lot of feminine. And my mother always respected men with absolutely brutal interests. And she followed her hobbies. She became interested in medicine and married Deryabin. Over time, she wanted a home, a family, comfort, and her mother created all this together with Andrey. Having found common interests in hunting, fishing, traveling.
When they moved in together, I was fourteen, Andrei was twenty-five: he was even drafted into the army, and my mother went to visit. And at these ages, men and women are at approximately the same psycholevel. Somehow, even before their wedding, she stayed overnight on Krasin. Ironed school uniform. For some reason my mother didn’t have a board, so she laid out the suit right on the floor, on the carpet. Mom was at the performance. Andrei suggested: “Let’s arrange a dark Grusha.” We started catching the dog, wrapping it in a blanket, she squeals, we laugh. And then we noticed a burning smell: I left the iron on the carpet and it burned a rather large hole. Both realized that they were going to get into trouble from their mother, and they came up with the idea... to put a note under the carpet: “Mommy, I love you very much.” Of course, we enjoyed it. But without the note it would have been worse.
Of course, the insulting words hurt. But they gave me such a shake-up that I started taking care of myself. My mother taught me how to put on makeup, let me wear my sweaters to school, and bought me a crab hair clip that had just appeared at that time. I felt like a princess at the ball. We missed each other and entered into the game of “how good we are together.” But after a month it all started: unwashed dishes, a full trash can...
One day I come, Andrei and his mother are sitting stiffly: “We looked at the diary, you have another bad mark.” I thought as usual: “ Interesting thing! My mother was never interested in my grades. What claims can there be now?” She was probably waiting for an explanation, and I got into a pose and drove back to my grandmother. I was fourteen, and any teenager has a grudge against his parents - a carriage and a small cart. It doesn’t matter at all whether they live in the same apartment or in different cities.
I studied very poorly and had difficulty imagining the future. Dad dreamed of entering the Moscow Architectural Institute, where he, his uncle, and my father’s sister Lena studied.
which, God willing, my daughter Alice will also graduate from. But I fell in love and instead of going to tutors, I kissed in doorways. It ended badly. They accepted me to the institute, but already at the first session they told me that there was a black mark in the family. I never got to the retake - I took the documents. Which I later regretted greatly.
No one had the levers to control such a freedom-loving girl. She could do whatever she wanted. But it is very important for a woman to master a profession: we are constantly on the verge of becoming dependent on men. And any lack of freedom destroys, it is a road to nowhere. Today I think: maybe I had a happier childhood than Alice, but I hope she will have a more prosperous and calm life.
My mother and I gave birth at the same time. I have with younger sister Polina is twenty-two years apart. When I told my mom that I was pregnant, she immediately took everything into her own hands. Our health problems are hereditary, and by this time my mother understood them as well as any doctor. For several years she begged, tortured, begged for the happiness of becoming a mother again. After all, after the twins, it fell to her lot to lose another boy - this time from Andrei. I was older and took this tragedy more bitterly. The child was born on time, the mother felt happy. I lived with the thought that I gave birth healthy baby and will soon take him away. Andrey and I visited her constantly. Doctors reported that the child had health problems only before his death. Mom was not prepared at all. The boy was born without adrenal glands and lived only a week.
We gave birth to our daughters in the same clinic, with the same doctor. Even their bellies were the same purple-brown color after both were prescribed six hundred injections to thin the blood, which they administered to themselves. When she was admitted “for safekeeping,” my mother was just being taken on a gurney to give birth. They put me in her room, on her bed, it seems, even bed sheets decided not to change: after all, they are family.
I remember how Andrei, Lesha, and I were toiling in the hallway while my mother was having a caesarean section. The sex of the child was not known. Andrei was terribly worried. Doctor Anna Aramovna came out: “Everything is fine. Girl. Congratulations". Andrei was so nervous that he did not express any emotions at all. He is a brutal man, I think he dreamed of a boy, a successor to the family. Especially after the tragedy with the deceased child. He calmly said, “Okay,” and got into the car and was like that. He returned only the next day. It seems that mom still can’t forgive him for this “escape.”
It took a long time for Andrei to get used to the fact that his daughter was born. I had no idea how to approach her. And now, like any parent, he doesn’t even think that there could be a boy instead of his beloved Polina.
By the way, Andrey also turned out to be a wonderful stepfather. He helped me out more than once in this life. When a few years later I decided to leave my husband, my mother was in the hospital and my father was away. It was Andrey who transported my things to my uncle’s workshop, where I settled for the first time. I called my mom: “I’ve done everything, everything is fine.” I hope I also helped him in some way.
My first marriage forever freed me from the temptation to look at wealthy men. I was too proud and never asked for anything. When leaving, I took only my clothes.
At the age of 15, Lena went to a gypsy woman to find out about her future. She predicted her death from water. The fortune teller's words turned out to be true. He only saved Elena from the water lucky chance. Once Elena and her brother went to the swamp to find a tank from the war. Only at the last moment was the guy able to pull Elena out of the quagmire.
Later, Proklova had to escape from the water more than once. She was drowning in a hole of water and lime, in the river and in the sea. A few years ago she almost died in Pacific Ocean when she was covered by a large wave. But Elena is not the person who will hide from her fear. She learned to swim, loves fishing and scuba diving. She boldly walks through life, not letting fear into her soul. According to the actress, thanks to this evil rock bypasses her.
Forbidden love
We might not have known Elena Proklova as an actress. Already at the age of 10 she became a master of sports in rhythmic and artistic gymnastics. She was predicted to have a brilliant future. But even here Elena took fate into her own hands and decided to choose a different path. She got her first role in the film “They’re Ringing, Open the Door,” where her grandfather Viktor Proklov was the second director. At the age of 16, she fell hopelessly in love during the filming of the film “Shine, Shine, My Star.” The chosen one was 34-year-old Oleg Tabakov.
There were a lot of dirty rumors about their relationship. But Proklova never went into intimate details. Although once in one interview the artist admitted that Tabakov became her first love and it was he who taught her to feel.
Family or career?
Already in her first year at the Moscow Art Theater studio, she married journalist Vitaly Melik-Karamov. Then she was only 17 years old, and a year later their daughter Arina was born.
Proklova quickly gained popularity, there were many film offers, and her husband forbade her to kiss her partners on the set. Vitaly wanted her to be at home and take care of her family. But it wasn't about her.
In this marriage, Elena was a “Sunday” mother; she was rarely at home and spent all her time at work. Unable to bear such a life, the husband set a condition: family or career? For the obstinate Proklova, the choice was clear.
There would be no happiness, but misfortune would help
After the divorce, the actress enjoyed freedom, although she had fans. There was also a constant boyfriend, doctor Alexander Deryabin. He met her at the theater, gave her flowers and always hoped that they would be together.
One day, Arina’s daughter was admitted to the hospital with an acute stomach ulcer. Alexander cured the girl and then Proklova finally paid attention to him. Spun whirlwind romance and soon the lovers got married.
According to Proklova, they loved each other madly, but what happened in their lives destroyed everything. Elena and Alexander lost their sons, who did not live even a day. This grief could not unite them even stronger. The actress fell into depression, and Alexander withdrew into himself. They could no longer be close. And this marriage to Proklova broke up.
She always comes back
After the loss of her children, Elena went to her brother to recover from the tragedy. There she met Andrei Trishin, who was 8 years old younger actress. The couple got married, although many did not believe that this marriage would last long. But Andrei and Elena always fought for their love, despite the fact that fate constantly tried to separate them.
In the early 90s, again a misfortune happened in the life of the actress. This time she got into terrible accident, in which her face was badly damaged. After treatment, Proklov was difficult to recognize: his signature duck nose had disappeared.
At this point, fate did not stop delivering new blows to Proklova. The couple lost two children, but this time common grief only brought them together. Andrei and Elena overcame all difficulties together. Elena left the profession and took care of her health. When she became pregnant again, Proklova spent all 9 months in the hospital for safekeeping. At 41, the actress gave birth to her long-awaited daughter Polina.
For eight years Elena took care of the child and family. All these years, there were all sorts of rumors about her disappearance. They said that she drank herself to death, became a drug addict, or even died. But at the beginning of 2000, Proklova reappeared on the screens. Renewed and full of strength.
A couple of years ago, a message appeared that Trishin and Proklova were divorcing after 30 years of marriage due to the fact that they had lost interest in each other. But after six months they got back together. The actress believes that the divorce only helped her understand that they actually have a happy marriage.
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Famous actress Elena Proklova spoke about one of the most dramatic episodes of her life. Her eldest daughter Arina, having learned that her mother was getting married a second time, refused to live with her. A 12-year-old girl decided that she would live with her grandparents.
One day before the performance, Elena Proklova called home, where she thought Arina was. But no one answered the phone. Then the actress dialed her parents’ number, it turned out that the girl had gone to them.
“She told me that she would live with her grandparents,” Elena Proklova recalled in the NTV channel program “Secret for a Million.” “So she said: “I don’t want to live with you, and if there is a trial, then I will renounce you. At the age of 12, I have the right to this.” I fainted after these words. I don’t remember how I came to my senses, how I finished playing until the intermission. My legs were giving way and I was losing orientation.”
The actress admitted that she then understood that she had brought herself to this situation. After her divorce from her first husband, Arina’s dad, documentarian Vitaly Melik-Karamov, she went on tour and dealt with her personal life. The widows of Elena Proklova's lovers responded to her apology
Arina was with her grandmother almost all the time, only occasionally did her mother take her to her place. “Of course, she’s used to a different routine - home, school in the yard, friends, a caring grandmother,” says Elena Proklova. - And when I had her, I gave her tasks and showed up late in the evening. Of course she didn't like it. I realized for myself that I had missed the child. This was my parents' daughter."
The actress also recalled that Arina, at the age of 15-16, reproached her for being a bad mother. Meanwhile, Elena Proklova herself does not think so. She tried to do everything so that her heiress would not need anything.
“My concern was that she was well dressed, and that there was the best food on the table.” best food", says Proklova.
Over time, the relationship between mother and daughter warmed up. But even now Arina says that after her grandparents left, she feels orphaned, and even both parents cannot fill the void.
Elena Proklova now has a difficult relationship with her granddaughter Alisa. The girl is 21 years old, she studies at architectural institute and is not very eager to communicate with the famous grandmother.
“We see each other very rarely, and she calls once a year, when her mother has already knocked her on the head. I'm just calling to congratulate her on her birthday. This is how it is in our family - the younger ones should call the older ones. On her holiday me and mine youngest daughter not invited. I gave my granddaughter an apartment so she could live and study there. And I wasn’t even invited to the housewarming party. It’s a shame,” Proklova admitted.