Култура

For a year now there is not among us a Great Bulgarian named Nikolay Ghiaurov. For decades he represented Bulgaria on the biggest stages of the world. Nowadays, the evaluations of his personal life and his art are very significant. It is written that in his private life he was closed and uncommunicative - he had no friends. For his art, they write that he was launched for his performances at party forums. I believe that at the party forums he did not perform "Partisan for a fight gets tight", but a world classic. I believe that if he could be friends with a peasant like me, he had many other friends here and around the world.
I've known him since the 1950s. Back then I was a student in the most beautiful city in our country - Velingrad. At that time, the star of Gyaurov was rising, and as a native Velingrad citizen, everyone knew it. He was an avid angler, which is how I know it. In the 1980s, when he lived in Modena, Italy, he used to come hunting and fishing in the Rhodope Mountains, where I used to work. He spent about a month with us as a guest of the government. We used to go hunting and mostly fishing. I've never met a better fisherman on a flash than him. It was like an otter, pulling trout out of the smallest pools. He came to us pale and tired. After a few days of staying, I would begin to voice the corridors with my unique voice.
On a hunting trip, a boar comes out against him. He fired, but the boar did not fall into place, but flew towards him. At the last moment, Gyaurov took a step aside and threw the cape he was covered with. The boar hit the cape, carried it forward and fell not far off. He had his days the singer, as the people say. On his last visit, as before, he was accompanied by Pencho Kubadinski - Chairman of the National Council of the Fatherland Front. We sat down for breakfast in the morning and my wife had made a pie. We started the breakfast and he liked the pie. He praised her and asked who made her. Kubadinsky specified - Dafina (that's my wife's name). "No, I don't want banitsa, I won't eat!" - Gyaurov threw back the piece of banitsa and the fork. Puzzled, we asked him why. "My daughter-in-law's name is Dafina and she doesn't want to name my grandson after me!". We laughed and I said to him: "Eat, maestro, I have been eating this pie for 30 years!". Young people should think about how to keep a genus and Homeland and how to observe the traditions Bulgarian. I hadn't been to the opera before I met him. He gave me tickets and invited me to the opera Boris Godunov - in it he played the lead role. Before we went to the performance, he invited me to his villa in Boyana: "Come see my villa, which is much talked about, but few people have entered." The villa was really luxurious for that time. The furnishings were all Italian, his bedroom in the middle, no windows. He could not sleep in the light, and the windows in his bedroom hung with dark matter. As we climbed the attic floor, we sat on the minder and he spoke to me: "Christ, all that you see will one day remain on the state. My son won't be able to buy just the heating oil." At the performance, which was in NPC, I came to another world. Quiet and cultural audience and dizzying classical performances! Since then, whenever possible, I attend such performances. On his first visits to us, he came alone. Then he was friends with Mirela Freni, a famous Italian opera prima. He talked to her for hours on the phone. She explained to us that she was a wonderful person. She was most pleased to have accepted his daughter as her own. The girl was then studying in Paris.
He didn't lack a sense of humor, and we often made jokes. In the morning, necessarily in person, he made the coffee.
One day, he and Pencho Kubadinsky were taking pictures. They also invited my wife for a few shots. At one point I hear him say, "Bai Pencho, enough of these pictures, don't let us out!" - he meant me not to be jealous. - "Maestro, don't worry, just don't bring the pictures to Italy, they might stop your pasta!" - I countered. The inevitable laughter followed.
On his last visit, he brought Mirela. She was indeed a well-behaved, down-to-earth person. We spent our time intimately and cheerfully. She didn't know Bulgarian, but she behaved normally, in our language. He often shouted after Gyaurov: "Uncle Nikolya!". Because the rumor said that he was very stingy and did not give anyone anything, I said to him during a conversation: "Maestro, it is said that you are stingy, why has this opinion formed?". - "Christ, I don't know when I'm going to get off the stage and I have to be insured" - was the answer.
Other times I have written that Zhivkov closely followed the life of the classics in art. He said he was doing everything he could to preserve Ghiaurov's marriage to Zlatina, his first wife. It turned out that it had degraded to such an extent that nothing could be done. Ghiaurov confirmed this and added that their children did not want her. He and Mirela lived very well, they respected each other. They promised to visit Bulgaria and visit us. That's not what happened. After November 10, the "democrats" insulted him and he came only once. We didn't see each other then. I believe that if he visited Bulgaria regularly, he would not have left so early. In my opinion, the "democrats" value Vasko the Patch and the like more than the classics.
It's hard on this nation that's trampling on its culture. I hope that reasonable Bulgarians will be found in the respective instances to appropriately perpetuate this Great Bulgarian.
Hristo V. Hristov-Referrer