Somehow, on Big Dmitrovka, I ran into Danila Kozlovsky. In the middle of the day. Just went straight on me, Danil Kozlovsky himself, actor, director, producer. In fact, we are familiar for many years, with the lucky pore, when Nobody knew the young Danil yet. We were glad to accidentally meet, began to chat.
But Figushushka. At first, some girls came up, three things looked at Danil as a deity, asked autographs. Danila somewhere they signed, almost in the counters. Then schoolchildren, a six man, asked together to take a picture. Danila did not refuse, smiled at the phone. Next - intelligent aunt: "We are very awkward, but could not you ..." In short, the conversation did not come out. Danila grinned: "Well, you know ..."
Yes, I understand. It is impossible to walk a star down the street. Fans here like here, fly. Sometimes not even disassembling especially who in front of them. I had a case with another famous person, the director, the surname would not call, so as not to upset. Made an interview. And they met in a quiet autumn park, so that no one bothered. The uncle comes up, turns the conversation. Well, we somehow politely screwdriver from the uncle. But he continues to walk around our shop, as if he got into orbit. Here my hero calls the phone, he gets up, makes a few steps to side. Shoust uncle immediately to me: "Listen, this is someone from the TV, yes?" That is, he even did not remember the names, he reacted just on his face: a star, it is impossible so simply by!
Or remember the tragic story with Mikhail Efremov? The first in the network appeared a "report" of a certain eyewitty, who removed the head of the steady Efremov and commented on the fun. So he called the actor "Efremenko".
Moscow is a city of very familiar persons. Famous faces. They are everywhere. Literally stumble about the stars. They even in the subway. There, I once saw the most lasover and his wife Irina Kzchechenko. Gully went to the car proudly, Vasily Semenovich kept his back beautifully. All immediately rushed to give them places. They declined with smiles: "Thank you, we already go out ..."
It would seem unfortunate sebobles, do not hide. No life, poor things. No, nonsense. They do not hide. Celebrities it is necessary. They are without it. This is their buzz, their drugs. They were in their profession. If the star does not recognize - the star is furious.
Listen, we are nervous if we have little likes at the post. I know girls who are naturally falling into depression if the pictures in instagram are not enough hearts. And these are us, ordinary people, faceless passersby, shadows of a big city. And here - artists, singers, creators. And even Nikas, that's there, Safronov.
Vanity - the most mass sin. They live in Moscow to walk in her streets magnifier to recognize them to come after: "Look, watch who goes!" They themselves talk about themselves ironically: "Well, I will go to Tartan face." (Only instead of the "face" word on E. Second b, the prize in the studio!)
Moscow is a tremendous vanity fair, have time to go on the sides, time only to turn to the predatory iPhones of random passersby, have time to fight as if embarrassed: "Well ... thanks ... thanks ..."
Recently in Arbat Lane I went to drink a cup of coffee. And the first one who saw in front of him was Alexander Pal. He was sitting opposite the entrance, looked at me. I even greeted him, although with Palace just not familiar. He did not hide at all, he deliberately ordained himself at the reaction of random people. Maybe he had a minute of Handra, and he thought: "Does the audience love me? Does it know? Some in the cafe, check! "
Joke. Probably, he waited for someone, looked out. But again - without hiding. Although it could be laid in the corner, the newspaper to close, it would definitely find the one who went to him. (If anything, I consider Pala a magnificent actor. Could tell him then in a cafe, but, on my taste, cling to Selebam - a bad tone, very bad.)
The fact is that when celebrities need, they skillfully hid. I'm not even about a personal car. The star can ride at least on the subway - and the star will not recognize. Or they can make such a person that they will not want to go. Here is Urgant. I saw him once in a trendy store on Kuznetsky. It seems he was with his wife. Ivan covered his hood. But I learned. Anyone would know. Urgant know even the shepherds in the Tuvinian mountains. Only Ivan's face was that the Tuvinian sheep would be fused.
Any hero of tabloid and secular chronicles can do a dead face. Frightening face. Nobody will not want to go. And if suddenly comes up - Gorky will regret. One actress somehow quarrelly twisted with me, I was just fascinated to her. We sat in a cafe in the corner, in the twilight. And here the waitress she said something, like "how I am glad to you." The actress instructed her in such a look that the girl appealed to the dust. It was bold with a brush, carried on a tray.
In Moscow, do not push back from the stars. They are here on every corner, in any coffee shop, at the gas station, in that afternoon there is now a celebrity money takes off. And if you do not notice them, it means that they don't need it now.