Vysotskaya Isolde Konstantinovna. “Iza Vysotskaya died in the arms of her son”: colleagues about the last days of the first wife of Vladimir Vysotsky. Soundtrack films by Iza Vysotskaya

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"Farewell, amazing, brilliant Iza Konstantinovna!"

The first wife of Vladimir Vysotsky died in Nizhny Tagil

Iza Vysotskaya the group of the Nizhniy Tagil Drama Theater in the social network "VKontakte"

This morning in the Sverdlovsk region at the age of 82, the first wife of Vladimir Vysotsky, People's Artist of Russia, leading actress of the Nizhny Tagil Drama Theater Iza Vysotskaya, died. A message about this appeared in the theater group in social network"In contact with". “There are no words to describe our grief,” the theater admitted. - People's Artist of Russia Iza Vysotskaya passed away this morning. Goodbye, amazing, brilliant Iza Konstantinovna! "

Where and when the farewell to the People's Artist will take place is now being decided, the site was specified at the theater directorate. Whether the memorial service will be public is not yet known, since there is information that Iza Vysotskaya herself did not want this.

According to the agency "Between the lines", the artist's son has already arrived in Nizhny Tagil, he and Vysotskaya's nephew will organize the funeral. The publication clarifies that for the last year Iza Vysotskaya fought the disease, but went on stage to the last. She also made plans for a new theatrical season.

The first wife of Vladimir Vysotsky spoke about her life with the poet

Iza Vysotskaya is the first wife of Vladimir Vysotsky. They met in 1956 at the Moscow Art Theater School, when Vysotsky was a first-year student, and Iza was a third-year student. The couple got married on April 25, 1960, and broke up in 1965. Iza Konstantinovna wrote two books of memoirs about Vladimir Vysotsky: "Short happiness for a lifetime" (2005) and "With you ... without you" (2017). Since 1970, Vysotskaya served at the Nizhny Tagil Drama Theater.

Vysotskaya Izolda Vysockaya Career: Citizens
Birth: Russia
Iza Konstantinovna assures that the acquaintance with Volodya VYSOTSKY, which happened at the Moscow Art Theater School, did not make any impression on her. - Nimble, hooligan, a little freckled, in love, as it seemed to me, in all the girls at once, - the actress recalls. After the graduation performance of our course, when we were planning a banquet, this boy dragged me out for a walk. Indignation, sincere protest and the main trump card: I, by the way, am married! - did not help.

The romance was swift. Very quickly Vladimir and Iza became inseparable. He called her Izulya, she called him Little Wolf. Volodya dedicated his beloved verse, threw flowers, made cute, sometimes ridiculous gifts.

I remember he brought me a ripe tangerine and shoes, from which he tore off his heels. Volodya did this so that on walks we were of the same height, and they were allowed to hold me by the neck - it was fashionable then, - Iza Konstantinovna smiles. Hairpins created unnecessary problems, and Volodya got rid of them without regret.

Vysotsky at that time was 19 years old, Isolde 20, feelings were youthful hot, and on the only excellent day Vladimir brought his beloved home, to a communal apartment on Pervaya Meshchanskaya.

It turned out somehow everything is extremely unconditional and not difficult, - recalls Iza Konstantinovna. - Without these questions: why, but not ahead of time, and for what it is needed

Long distance love

The room where the lovers settled was a walk-through, they had to build a family nest behind a screen, but they lived amused, youth does not want to be sad. And then came the time of separation - after graduating from the Moscow Art Theater, Iza left to act in the Kiev Drama Theater. Volodya remained in Moscow, he still had the only vector of movement in front.

At the same time, we talked quite often - it was not enough to fly from Moscow to Kiev by plane, there was also a telephone and post office. And in the summer of 1958, Volodya and I went to Gorky to meet my relatives. I gave a telegram: I am going home with my new husband ... - Iza Konstantinovna recalls. - Nobody met us at the station, Volodya rushed to look for a taxi, and at that time mother appeared from somewhere. I remember her joking question: Is this clown your spouse? Volodya was in his booklist jacket, and such, in Gorky, they had not yet seen: for the outback it was something.

Vysotsky caringly and touchingly treated the relatives of his beloved, who, according to Isa Konstantinovna, responded in kind.

Volodya captivated grandmother by the fact that when he came to visit us, he ate a whole half-liter jar of strawberry jam, - the actress laughs. - He lived in that run-over on the landing stage and rented a cabin there. In our house there was nowhere to define a folding bed - and the folding bed itself was not there.

Wedding with snowdrops

After Iza returned to Moscow, it was decided to play a wedding. Only one thing interfered - the young woman was still not divorced from her former husband. The problem was solved with the help of an influential relative of Volodya, and in April 1960 Iza Meshkova-Zhukova became Vysotskaya.

Our wedding with the Wolf is a separate story. We did not have rings or veils, I was holding an armful of snowdrops in my hands, and my shoes were again without heels, so Volodya wanted, - the heroine continues the alignment. - In the Riga registry office, where we were painted, instead of Mendelssohn's march, music from the film Tiger Tamer sounded. Everyone laughed. Laughing, I dropped the flowers twice.

At first, existence seemed not always fun, but a fairy tale. The only thing that annoyed the young wife was Volodin's guitar.

He did not part with her for a minute and tormented me with his strumming. I did not attach any importance to the songs that he composed then, and from time to time I was angry that the guitar gets more attention than me, '' says Vysotskaya. We swore cheerfully. It is so delightful to utter a bunch of words, run out of the house, sit in a taxi: Straight, be kind! - and at the same time be aware of what Volodya is following in a taxi. And making it up at home was so wonderful too!

Then problems began - both of them did not go well with their work, money was sorely lacking, and Vladimir began to drink. The family could have been saved by a child, Isolde became pregnant, but then her mother-in-law Nina Maksimovna, who categorically did not want to be a grandmother, intervened. There was a terrible brawl, after which Isa had a miscarriage. The former mother-in-law will apologize many years later, when Iza will also bear the title of the former.

Another lady

Soon the couple had to part again - Iza accepted the offer of the Rostov theater and, full of creative hopes, left the capital.

We corresponded with Volodya, called each other. I was waiting for him, the Rostov theater offered him a job, and like the devil from a snuff box, my Moscow friend told me that a certain Lyusya Abramova was pregnant with Vysotsky, - recalls Iza Konstantinovna. - I immediately called him, and he lied to me. He said that he was faithful.

Nevertheless, the message brought by the sympathetic friend turned out to be the pure truth. Soon rumors spread throughout Moscow that Vysotsky's mistress did not want a divorce, was hiding and allegedly had already been declared on the all-Union wanted list. Upon learning of this, Iza Konstantinovna immediately sent the documents necessary for divorce to the capital, and from that moment on her paths with Vysotsky parted. Vladimir stayed in Moscow, Isolde toured various theaters in the country. She worked in Perm, Vladimir, Liepaja and Nizhny Tagil, where she settled forever and got married. The news of Vysotsky's death took her by surprise, she could not come to the funeral, she escaped only for the forties.

P.S. Last years Iza Vysotskaya lives alone, her son Gleb works as a chief engineer in one of the private firms in Yekaterinburg. The actress is still playing in the theater, some time ago she was awarded the title of People's Artist of Russia. Last year, Vysotskaya published a book of memoirs about Vladimir Semenovich. A short fortune for life.

In all sorts of memories of Vysotsky, I read about him and about myself such that the hair on my head stood on end, an excessive bulk of lies there, '' says Iza Konstantinovna. I hope in my book I managed to show young Volodya the way he was in reality.

MEMORIES

Early day start in early spring 1957. Moskvina street. We are waiting for a taxi with a classmate. And here you are, be a friend, Vovochka Vysotsky, imperceptible, quiet And a curiosity happened. The boy with a hasty, barely flinching gait, impudent and gentle, amusing and caring, became dear and beloved.

On a warm, sunny April on the 25th of 1960 in the Riga registry office ... I can hardly hold an armful of snowdrops, a funny dude comes up and cheekily says: Bride, share the flowers with our daughter-in-law! I share, I'm not sorry, it's funny for us. Our witnesses are Volodin's classmates - Marina Dobrovolskaya and Gena Yalovich. They are also in love and funny. We are being called. A march burst out from the Tiger Tamer, and we, choking on laughter, enter the solemn room, and the solemn lady broadcasts to us: Dear comrades, fasten the Soviet cell! We are finally getting amused. We are promptly invited to sign and declared husband and wife. From now on I am Vysotskaya.

Autumn of the sixtieth - sheer chagrin. We tried to play something with Volodya, but we didn’t succeed, just as we couldn’t dance or be around in public ... My unemployed torment began. Volodya toiled. He received the promised central character in Pig Tails, believed that he would play, fantasized, but he was not given more than that of rehearsals. In the end, Volodya went from backstage to backstage with a drum in the crowd. Later he played Leshy in the Scarlet Flower. That, perhaps, is all. It was hard. We so naively believed in holy art.

Posters "V. Vysotsky, I. Bortnik" are in the city. We make our way through the crowd to the make-up room, where sandwiches, tea, coffee, cakes are carefully prepared.

They rush to start. "What, Vladimir Semenovich, requests?" "Just one. Make Izu comfortable." They look at me suspiciously and anxiously and take me into a crowded hall. Half seated in the center of the additional row right in front of the stage. Volodya comes out, I find myself at his feet, throw my head back to see him, and dissolve in a general outburst of love. Break between concerts for ten minutes, no more. We are alone again. At Volodya's request, no one is allowed to visit us. Volodya feeds me, eats some sausage slices himself, sips his coffee and sings to me alone what he cannot sing from the stage. I listen to the second and third concerts behind the scenes, where they put a chair for me. Volodya sings other songs, almost without repeating himself, and puts the microphones so that I can see better. Are you favorable? I cry without hiding my tears.

The romance was swift. Very quickly Vladimir and Iza became inseparable. He called her Izulya, she called him - Little Wolf. Volodya dedicated poetry to his beloved, threw flowers, made cute, sometimes ridiculous gifts.

I remember he brought me a ripe tangerine and shoes, from which he tore off his heels. Volodya did this so that on walks we were of the same height, and I could be held by the neck - it was fashionable then, - Iza Konstantinovna smiles. - The pins created unnecessary problems, and Volodya got rid of them without regret.

Vysotsky at that time was 19 years old, Isolde - 20, feelings were youthful hot, and one fine day Vladimir brought his beloved home, to a communal apartment on Pervaya Meshchanskaya.

It turned out somehow everything is very natural and simple, - recalls Iza Konstantinovna. - Without these questions: why, isn't it too early, and why is it necessary ...

Long distance love

The room where the lovers settled was a walk-through, they had to build a family "nest" behind a screen, but they lived merrily - youth does not want to be sad. And then the time came for parting - after graduating from the Moscow Art Theater, Iza went to work at the Kiev Drama Theater. Volodya stayed in Moscow, he had another course ahead of him.

At the same time, we talked quite often - there was not much fly from Moscow to Kiev by plane, there was also a telephone and post office. And in the summer of 1958, Volodya and I went to Gorky to meet my relatives. I gave a telegram: "I am going home with my new husband ..." - Iza Konstantinovna recalls. - Nobody met us at the station, Volodya rushed to look for a taxi, and at that time my mother appeared from somewhere. I remember her joking question: "Is this clown your husband?" Volodya was in his booklist jacket, and such people had never been seen in Gorky: it was something for the provinces.

Vysotsky caringly and touchingly treated the relatives of his beloved, who, according to Isa Konstantinovna, responded in kind.

Volodya captivated grandmother by the fact that when he came to visit us, he ate a whole half-liter jar of strawberry jam, - the actress laughs. - He lived on that arrival at the landing stage and rented a cabin there. We had nowhere to put a folding bed in our house - and the folding bed itself was not there.

Wedding with snowdrops

After Iza returned to Moscow, it was decided to play a wedding. Only one thing interfered - the bride was still not divorced from her former husband. The problem was solved with the help of an influential relative of Volodya, and in April 1960 Iza Meshkova-Zhukova became Vysotskaya.

Our wedding with the Wolf is a separate story. We did not have rings or veils, in my hands I was holding an armful of snowdrops, and my shoes were again without heels - Volodya wanted so, - the heroine continues the story. - In the Riga registry office, where we were painted, instead of Mendelssohn's march, music from the film "Tiger Tamer" sounded. Everyone laughed. Laughing, I dropped the flowers twice.

At first, life seemed, if not always fun, but a fairy tale. The only thing that annoyed the young wife was Volodin's guitar.

He did not part with her for a minute and tormented me with his strumming. I did not attach any importance to the songs that he composed then, and from time to time I was angry that the guitar gets more attention than me, '' says Vysotskaya. - We swore merrily. It is so delightful to utter a bunch of words, run out of the house, take a taxi: "Straight, please!" - and at the same time know that Volodya is already driving in a taxi. And making up at home was so wonderful too!

Then problems began - both of them did not go well with their work, money was sorely lacking, and Vladimir began to drink. The family could have been saved by a child, Isolde became pregnant, but then her mother-in-law Nina Maksimovna, who categorically did not want to be a grandmother, intervened. There was a terrible scandal, after which Isa had a miscarriage. The ex-mother-in-law will apologize many years later, when Iza will also bear the title of “ex”.

Another woman

Soon the couple had to part again - Iza accepted the offer of the Rostov theater and, full of creative hopes, left the capital.

We corresponded with Volodya, called each other. I was waiting for him - the Rostov theater offered him a job, and suddenly my Moscow friend told me that a certain Lyusya Abramova was pregnant with Vysotsky, - recalls Iza Konstantinovna. - I immediately called him, and he lied to me. He said that he was faithful.

Nevertheless, the message brought by the sympathetic friend turned out to be the pure truth. Soon rumors spread throughout Moscow that Vysotsky's wife did not want a divorce, was hiding and allegedly had already been put on the all-Union wanted list. Upon learning of this, Iza Konstantinovna immediately sent the documents necessary for divorce to the capital, and from that moment on her paths with Vysotsky parted. Vladimir stayed in Moscow, Isolde toured various theaters in the country. She worked in Perm, Vladimir, Liepaja and Nizhny Tagil, where she settled forever and got married. The news of Vysotsky's death took her by surprise, she could not come to the funeral, she escaped only to the “forties”.

P.S. In recent years, Iza Vysotskaya has been living alone, her son Gleb works as a chief engineer in one of the private firms in Yekaterinburg. The actress still plays in the theater, some time ago she was awarded the title of People's Artist of Russia. Last year, Vysotskaya published a book of memoirs about Vladimir Semenovich "Short happiness for a lifetime."

In all sorts of memories of Vysotsky, I read about him and about myself such that the hair on my head stood on end, there are too many lies, - says Iza Konstantinovna. - I hope in my book I managed to show young Volodya as he was in reality.

MEMORIES

Early morning in the early spring of 1957. Moskvina street. We are waiting for a taxi with a classmate. And here you are, Vovochka Vysotsky, inconspicuous, quiet ... And a miracle happened. The boy with a hasty, slightly shuddering gait, impudent and gentle, funny and caring, became dear and beloved.

On a warm, sunny April on the 25th of 1960 in the Riga registry office ... I can hardly hold an armful of snowdrops, a funny guy comes up and cheekily says: "Bride, share the flowers with our daughter-in-law!" I share, I do not mind, we find it funny. Our witnesses are Volodin's classmates - Marina Dobrovolskaya and Gena Yalovich. They are also in love and funny. We are being called. A march from "Tiger Tamer" burst out, and we, choking on laughter, enter the ceremonial room, and the solemn woman broadcasts to us: "Dear comrades, strengthen the Soviet cell!" We are getting completely ridiculous. We are quickly invited to sign and declared husband and wife. From now on I am Vysotskaya.

Autumn of the sixtieth - sheer chagrin. We tried to play something with Volodya, but we didn’t succeed, just as we couldn’t dance or be around in public ... My unemployed torment began. Volodya toiled. He received the promised central role in Pig Tails, believed that he would play, fantasized, but he was not even given rehearsals. In the end, Volodya went from backstage to backstage with a drum in the crowd. Later he played Leshy in "The Scarlet Flower". That, perhaps, is all. It was bitter. We so naively believed in holy art.

Posters "V. Vysotsky, I. Bortnik" are in the city. We make our way through the crowd to the make-up room, where sandwiches, tea, coffee, cakes are carefully prepared.

They rush to start. "What, Vladimir Semenovich, requests?" "Just one. Make Izu comfortable." They look at me suspiciously and anxiously and take me into a crowded hall. With a sin in half, they are seated in the center of an additional row right in front of the stage. Volodya comes out, I find myself at his feet, throw my head back to see him, and dissolve in a general outburst of love. Break between concerts for ten minutes, no more. We're alone again. At Volodya's request, no one is allowed to visit us. Volodya feeds me, eats several slices of sausage himself, sips his coffee and sings to me alone what he cannot sing from the stage. I listen to the second and third concerts behind the scenes, where they put a chair for me. Volodya sings other songs, almost without repeating himself, and puts the microphones so that I can see better. - "Are you comfortable?" I cry without hiding my tears.

In the mirror of high and enduring

the past is much closer to the present ...

Leaving Kiev, I took Volodin's letters with me to Moscow. They were in a parcel box, and they were put on the mezzanine in the kitchen along with mine, which Volodya kept. For me, they still lie there, on 1st Meshchanskaya, house 76, apartment 62, forgotten, lost, maybe destroyed ... I don't know. Sometimes they disturb me, and it becomes scary at the thought that someone outsider can pick them up, read, look into the world that belongs to us, only we have experienced, not entrusted to anyone. There were many of them. During the two years that I worked in Kiev, we wrote every day, excluding, of course, meetings.

Almost half a century has passed since we met, and more than twenty years since you were gone. But neither time, nor distance, nor death will move you away. I still clearly feel your living presence.

At first they tried to persuade me, then I myself wanted to try to entrust my paper, and therefore your past. I love you.

I was born in 1937 in the January cold in Gorky. My grandmother came up with the brilliant name Isabella. But my father, on the way to the registry office, forgot "... Bella" and there was a short and incomprehensible Iza, which I did not know for a long time.

As a child, I was Isabella Nikolaevna Pavlova. Before the war, we lived in the Gorokhovets military camps. The most wonderful and attractive place was a round dance floor with a brass band, which I often entered, and every time I was caught dancing under the feet of adults.

I remember how, offended by my mother, I packed my things: a green plush frog bag, an umbrella from the sun and a locomotive on a string - and went into the deep forest. They found me sleeping on a shooting range under a bush. From that time of peace, there are photographs: a mother with a bouquet of daisies - full-haired, with a sweet smile of her own eyes, me with the same bouquet - very strict in a white blouse, and also my father and I. He hugs us, and this is called happiness.

Inna Ivanovna Meshkova is my mother. She selflessly loved and knew how to rejoice in trifles. 1940 year.

Then there was the war. Dad went to the front. My mother and I lived in Gorky in a three-storey military building of red brick - a former monastery. When asked: "Where do you live?" - and answered: "In the monastery." Its thick white walls enclosed a white church where no one had served for a long time, a high white bell tower with silent bells, solid squat houses in which priests once lived, and now they are just people, and a ruined cemetery in which there is no one buried, but quite the opposite: marble monuments and tombstones of all mysteriously overseas flowers were piled into a huge gloomy heap, the grave mounds were clumsily torn up or simply torn apart, cold dampness was drawn from the crypts with ajar rusty doors, and it was terrifying to look in there. They said that on the site of the cemetery they were going to make a park of culture and rest, but they did not have time. (In the center of the city there was already such a park named after Kuibyshev, but the people called it “the park of the living and the dead”.)

Only one grave stood untouched with a large iron cross in the fence with the inscription "Melnikov-Pechersky". Then, after the war, in 1947, another one appeared overnight. A mound covered with fresh turf and a monument of red-brown marble with a child's profile - Katyusha Peshkova. On a gray spring morning, they brought a dry woman in black in a black car. She stood at the grave, covered it with lilies of the valley, and they took her away. And we learned that Katyusha Peshkova is the daughter of Maxim Gorky, in whose honor our city from Nizhny Novgorod turned into Gorky.

There were cells in the monastery walls at the gates. Former nuns lived in them. We went to them secretly from our parents. They had a white goat and huge strange books in unprecedented bindings with silver locks and incomprehensible letters. Our unbaptized brethren listened to the lives of the saints and hid "living help" in secret places.

In the vacant lot behind the monastery gates, mothers planted potatoes with their “eyes”. All the dads went to war. They waited for triangular letters, and when it was too much for them, they shouted their own names into the burned-out stoves. They believed: if he was alive, he would hear and send a message. They huddled together, shared the last. They sewed gauze dresses for children and staged children's performances in a wide corridor on the third floor.

They sang and laughed and cried. On New Year a luxurious Christmas tree was arranged for us in the Officers' House: garlands, multi-colored chains and flags, tangerines, sweets right on the Christmas tree legs, gilded nuts and music.

Dad was a paratrooper, battalion commander. We did not expect letters from the front, only if from the hospital. We didn’t go to the bomb shelter - dad didn’t tell me to. There were cases when the bomb shelters fell asleep. We preferred instant death. The city was bombed, especially the Oksky bridge, next to which my grandmother lived. Luminous balls hovered in the night air, it became lilac light, and the bombing began. Cross-taped glass rattled, and there was a suffocating howl. My mother and I were sick with malaria. We were already shaking.

One fine day, Dad's adjutant Vovochka Zorin arrived, fed us stewed meat and "pillows" stuck together into one sweet lump, and by hook or by crook brought us - through dark train stations, long gray lines of document checks - to gloomy Moscow, to Lyubertsy ... to dad ...

Nikolai Fedorovich Pavlov - dad who carried me in his arms. 1941 year.

Every evening Daddy’s friends gathered at our place. They all seemed to me fearless heroes, strong, invincible and cheerful. They did not like Friday, they sang "Gardens-gardens, flowers-flowers, a military hurricane sweeps over the country", listened to "Mukhu-tsokotukha" in my performance and praised my mother's borscht very much.

In the mornings, the regimental doctor came and smeared my eyes with yellow sticky ointment, saying: "He will heal before the wedding."

Little Johnny Zorin came and sat on a stool by the door, and I climbed onto his lap. The rough overcoat tickled, the belt smelled like a skin, and it was so good that you could not describe it with a pen in a fairy tale.

We went sledding with him, molded cotton clowns on the Christmas tree ... We were friends.

Little Johnny Zorin died. I found out about this many years later, when I already had a son. He left a feeling of radiant joy and painful loss.

The airfield was visible from the window of our room. On the days of training jumps, the windowsill turned into my observation post. Sometimes the parachutes would not open, and the next day I ran after the funeral droshky. They brought me home in the same droshky.

My father went missing in 1945. We believed that he was alive and waited ...

I learned to read early. The first wonderful book was without words. On its glossy black pages, covered with tissue paper, there were colored maritime wonders. The second book is "Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka" by Gogol. "Viy", "Terrible revenge", "May night, or the Drowned woman" - sweet horror. I was so saturated with it that even during the day, being alone, I was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. And one day, when I was hiding in a chair, the door silently opened and dad entered in a tunic with a suitcase. I rushed to him and passed out. When I woke up, no one was there.

Another head came - pale, pale, with black-black eyes, a long black braid and a very red mouth. She even spoke to me: "Do not be afraid, I will come to you, just don't tell anyone." And I didn't say. I begged the neighboring girls to sit with me, gave them my bread. They took him and ran away.

During this agonizing period of fear, my grandmother took me to the theater, to an adult, opera house. We were greeted by a discordant, alarming and joyful hubbub of sounds. Then everything froze and magic music carried us into the world of dreams. A huge dark red curtain trembled and crept, revealing an unknown life, where everyone sings, dances and dies beautifully. It was the opera Carmen. The next Sunday we were at the Svetlana ballet - something about partisans. The dance stunned me, and my Gogol fears were imperceptibly gone. I began to dance always and everywhere. Any melody that got into my ears turned into a dance, and even falling asleep, I continued to compose a dance pattern.

The romance was swift. Very quickly Vladimir and Iza became inseparable. He called her Izulya, she called him - Little Wolf. Volodya dedicated poetry to his beloved, threw flowers, made cute, sometimes ridiculous gifts.

I remember he brought me a ripe tangerine and shoes, from which he tore off his heels. Volodya did this so that on walks we were of the same height, and I could be held by the neck - it was fashionable then, - Iza Konstantinovna smiles. - The pins created unnecessary problems, and Volodya got rid of them without regret.

Vysotsky at that time was 19 years old, Isolde - 20, feelings were youthful hot, and one fine day Vladimir brought his beloved home, to a communal apartment on Pervaya Meshchanskaya.

It turned out somehow everything is very natural and simple, - recalls Iza Konstantinovna. - Without these questions: why, isn't it too early, and why is it necessary ...

Long distance love

The room where the lovers settled was a walk-through, they had to build a family "nest" behind a screen, but they lived merrily - youth does not want to be sad. And then the time came for parting - after graduating from the Moscow Art Theater, Iza went to work at the Kiev Drama Theater. Volodya stayed in Moscow, he had another course ahead of him.

At the same time, we talked quite often - there was not much fly from Moscow to Kiev by plane, there was also a telephone and post office. And in the summer of 1958, Volodya and I went to Gorky to meet my relatives. I gave a telegram: "I am going home with my new husband ..." - Iza Konstantinovna recalls. - Nobody met us at the station, Volodya rushed to look for a taxi, and at that time my mother appeared from somewhere. I remember her joking question: "Is this clown your husband?" Volodya was in his booklist jacket, and such people had never been seen in Gorky: it was something for the provinces.

Vysotsky caringly and touchingly treated the relatives of his beloved, who, according to Isa Konstantinovna, responded in kind.

Best of the day

Volodya captivated grandmother by the fact that when he came to visit us, he ate a whole half-liter jar of strawberry jam, - the actress laughs. - He lived on that arrival at the landing stage and rented a cabin there. We had nowhere to put a folding bed in our house - and the folding bed itself was not there.

Wedding with snowdrops

After Iza returned to Moscow, it was decided to play a wedding. Only one thing interfered - the bride was still not divorced from her former husband. The problem was solved with the help of an influential relative of Volodya, and in April 1960 Iza Meshkova-Zhukova became Vysotskaya.

Our wedding with the Wolf is a separate story. We did not have rings or veils, in my hands I was holding an armful of snowdrops, and my shoes were again without heels - Volodya wanted so, - the heroine continues the story. - In the Riga registry office, where we were painted, instead of Mendelssohn's march, music from the film "Tiger Tamer" sounded. Everyone laughed. Laughing, I dropped the flowers twice.

At first, life seemed, if not always fun, but a fairy tale. The only thing that annoyed the young wife was Volodin's guitar.

He did not part with her for a minute and tormented me with his strumming. I did not attach any importance to the songs that he composed then, and from time to time I was angry that the guitar gets more attention than me, '' says Vysotskaya. - We swore merrily. It is so delightful to utter a bunch of words, run out of the house, take a taxi: "Straight, please!" - and at the same time know that Volodya is already driving in a taxi. And making up at home was so wonderful too!

Then problems began - both of them did not go well with their work, money was sorely lacking, and Vladimir began to drink. The family could have been saved by a child, Isolde became pregnant, but then her mother-in-law Nina Maksimovna, who categorically did not want to be a grandmother, intervened. There was a terrible scandal, after which Isa had a miscarriage. The ex-mother-in-law will apologize many years later, when Iza will also bear the title of “ex”.

Another woman

Soon the couple had to part again - Iza accepted the offer of the Rostov theater and, full of creative hopes, left the capital.

We corresponded with Volodya, called each other. I was waiting for him - the Rostov theater offered him a job, and suddenly my Moscow friend told me that a certain Lyusya Abramova was pregnant with Vysotsky, - recalls Iza Konstantinovna. - I immediately called him, and he lied to me. He said that he was faithful.

Nevertheless, the message brought by the sympathetic friend turned out to be the pure truth. Soon rumors spread throughout Moscow that Vysotsky's wife did not want a divorce, was hiding and allegedly had already been put on the all-Union wanted list. Upon learning of this, Iza Konstantinovna immediately sent the documents necessary for divorce to the capital, and from that moment on her paths with Vysotsky parted. Vladimir stayed in Moscow, Isolde toured various theaters in the country. She worked in Perm, Vladimir, Liepaja and Nizhny Tagil, where she settled forever and got married. The news of Vysotsky's death took her by surprise, she could not come to the funeral, she escaped only to the “forties”.

P.S. In recent years, Iza Vysotskaya has been living alone, her son Gleb works as a chief engineer in one of the private firms in Yekaterinburg. The actress still plays in the theater, some time ago she was awarded the title of People's Artist of Russia. Last year, Vysotskaya published a book of memoirs about Vladimir Semenovich "Short happiness for a lifetime."

In all sorts of memories of Vysotsky, I read about him and about myself such that the hair on my head stood on end, there are too many lies, - says Iza Konstantinovna. - I hope in my book I managed to show young Volodya as he was in reality.

MEMORIES

Early morning in the early spring of 1957. Moskvina street. We are waiting for a taxi with a classmate. And here you are, Vovochka Vysotsky, inconspicuous, quiet ... And a miracle happened. The boy with a hasty, slightly shuddering gait, impudent and gentle, funny and caring, became dear and beloved.

On a warm, sunny April on the 25th of 1960 in the Riga registry office ... I can hardly hold an armful of snowdrops, a funny guy comes up and cheekily says: "Bride, share the flowers with our daughter-in-law!" I share, I do not mind, we find it funny. Our witnesses are Volodin's classmates - Marina Dobrovolskaya and Gena Yalovich. They are also in love and funny. We are being called. A march from "Tiger Tamer" burst out, and we, choking on laughter, enter the ceremonial room, and the solemn woman broadcasts to us: "Dear comrades, strengthen the Soviet cell!" We are getting completely ridiculous. We are quickly invited to sign and declared husband and wife. From now on I am Vysotskaya.

Autumn of the sixtieth - sheer chagrin. We tried to play something with Volodya, but we didn’t succeed, just as we couldn’t dance or be around in public ... My unemployed torment began. Volodya toiled. He received the promised central role in Pig Tails, believed that he would play, fantasized, but he was not even given rehearsals. In the end, Volodya went from backstage to backstage with a drum in the crowd. Later he played Leshy in "The Scarlet Flower". That, perhaps, is all. It was bitter. We so naively believed in holy art.

Posters "V. Vysotsky, I. Bortnik" are in the city. We make our way through the crowd to the make-up room, where sandwiches, tea, coffee, cakes are carefully prepared.

They rush to start. "What, Vladimir Semenovich, requests?" "Just one. Make Izu comfortable." They look at me suspiciously and anxiously and take me into a crowded hall. With a sin in half, they are seated in the center of an additional row right in front of the stage. Volodya comes out, I find myself at his feet, throw my head back to see him, and dissolve in a general outburst of love. Break between concerts for ten minutes, no more. We're alone again. At Volodya's request, no one is allowed to visit us. Volodya feeds me, eats several slices of sausage himself, sips his coffee and sings to me alone what he cannot sing from the stage. I listen to the second and third concerts behind the scenes, where they put a chair for me. Volodya sings other songs, almost without repeating himself, and puts the microphones so that I can see better. - "Are you comfortable?" I cry without hiding my tears.

Respond, Isolde!
Nadezhda YUDINA 13.03.2007 05:27:02

In 1998, Isolde toured with the theater in Bryansk. After the concert, we invited her to us in Dyatkovo at V. Vysotsky's club "Horizon". We corresponded. Then the connection was cut off. We inform you that the club is still alive. We remember the meeting with Isolde. We ask you to respond. Thanks. Yours hands. club Nadezhda Yudina and Victor Grinev.