Mahmud Alisultanovich Biography

In Eugene Onegin, you dance a Russian dance, in Lakm - Hindu. She was very heavy, weighed, probably, kilograms. She hummed and showed me "Freilehs", he is also called "seven forty." And at the station everyone danced. I read Sholom Aleicham and made myself a dance "A Junger Schneider." The costume was made, as it were, from scraps of material that remain at the tailor. The trousers are short, the ass is from another material.

I beat all this in the dance. This dance has become my bead. On "BIS" I repeated it three to four times. Mom said: “Baby, you think I want you to danced a Jewish dance because I am a Jewish? Jews will say about you: have you seen how he is dancing a Brazilian dance? Or a Spanish dance? They will not say about Jewish. But they will love you for a Jewish dance.” In the Belarusian cities in those years when Jewish art was not very encouraged, the Jewish audience asked me: “How did you allow the Jewish dance?

I answered:“ I allowed myself. ”Mom had her own place in the theater. They said:“ Mishina’s mother is sitting here. ”Mom asks me: you can dance better than anyone, and why they don’t wear flowers, but they don’t wear all the flowers, but you don’t wear flowers, but you don’t have flowers, but you don’t have flowers, but you don’t have flowers, but you don’t have flowers, but you’re the same wear?

Then I come home. We had one room, the iron bed stood against the door. I see mom with her head under the bed and something is shocking there. I say: -Mam, get out immediately, I will get what you need. I walked away, but I saw everything. She pulled out a bag, took out a dumbfounded old felt boot out of it, a rag from him, in a rag there was a pack of money tied with a scourge. Okay, they will bury it and so.

In the evening I dance in Raymond Abdurakhman. In the first act, I fly on the stage in a chic cape, in gold, in a turban. Raymonda plays the lute. We meet our eyes. We look at each other in a fibssed one. There is a curtain. I actually did not dance yet, I just jumped out onto the stage. After the first act, the administrator gives me a lifting bouquet. The flowers were handed over to the administrator and said to whom to hand.

After the second act, they give me a bouquet again. After the third, too. I already realized that all this is mommy. The performance was in four acts. So after the fourth there will be flowers. I gave the administrator all three bouquets and asked in the finale to file me at once four. He did so. The theater said: think, Esambaev was thrown with flowers. The next day, mommy removed the wilted flowers, it turned out three bouquets, then two, then one.

Then she bought flowers again. Somehow my mother fell ill and lay. And they give me flowers. I bring flowers home and say: -Mam, why did you get up? You need to lie. I can not get up. Now they wear you themselves. I became the leading artist of the theater of Kyrgyzstan, received all the awards there. I love Kyrgyzstan as my homeland. They treated me there as a native person.

Shortly before the death of Stalin, mother from her friend Esfir Markovna found out that the eviction of all Jews was being prepared. She came home and said to me: -Well, Mohe, how Chechens were sent here, as Jews are evicted even further. Baraks are already being built there. Where they send, we’ll go there, the main thing is to be together. I will not leave you. When Stalin died, she said: "Now it will be better." When I married Nina, I can’t say that friendship arose between her and mother.

I began to teach dances at the school of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, money appeared. I bought a golden hour with a chain, and Nina bought a white metal watch. The wife says: -Mame you bought with a gold chain instead of buying them to me, I am young, and my mother could wear simple. What did my mother see good in this life? Let it be pleased at least that she has such a watch.

They stopped talking, but never cursed with each other. Once only, when Nina, getting the floor, came out with garbage, her mother said: "By the way, Mohe, you could get married better." This is the only thing she said to her. I had a daughter. Mom took her in her arms, put her between her large breasts, caressed. The daughter loved her grandmother very much. Then Nina and her mother themselves figured out.

And my mother says to me: “Moishe, I’m looking after Nina, she’s not bad. And the fact that you didn’t marry Pakhman’s daughter is also good, she’s spoiled. She wouldn’t be able to do everything for you.” He and Nina began to live together. During this time, my father has already changed several wives.

He lived near us. Mom says: “Moishe, your father brought a new Nicave. Go look. She died when she was 91 years old. It happened like that. She had a sister of the world. She lived in Vilnius. I came to us in Frunze. She began to invite her mother to stay with her: “Sofa, come. Misha is already a family man. He will not disappear. How I dissuaded her:“ There is another climate. At your age you can’t!

She went and no longer arrived. She was a very kind person. We lived a wonderful life with her. Never needed my father. She replaced my mother. If they were both alive now, I would not know who to hug the first to. Rather, this is an appeal for help.