Gaidai's favorite actor died of insanity. Why the famous actor Sergei Filippov for many years refused to communicate with his own son Sergei Filippov years of life

Before becoming an actor Filippov in his native Saratov, he worked with anyone: he was a carpenter, a baker at a bakery, a janitor, and a gardener. But he had one dream: the stage. True, not a drama theater, but a ballet one. Sergei Filippov graduated from the ballet department of the circus and variety school in Leningrad, the teachers predicted a wonderful future for him in classical dance: the good thing was physical data and growth for the performance of the main ballet heroes and princes. But doctors immediately after graduating from college diagnosed him with a brain tumor. They did not offer to operate, but serious physical exertion was strictly forbidden. So Filippov's first dream was shattered.

Frame from the film "An Old Acquaintance", 1969. Photo: RIA Novosti

The failed ballet star went to the Leningrad Comedy Theater to the director Akimov. It quickly became clear that Filippov had the brightest talent as a comedian. Later, the actor, having played in dozens of films, will bitterly say that the directors do not see him as a "main dish", but only use his talent as "spicy seasoning for insipid". Agreeing to participate in "Carnival Night" Eldara Ryazanova, Filippov later extremely regretted that he played this boring lecturer. As soon as he appeared in public, everyone around immediately began to quote his hero: “One star, two stars, three stars.” According to the recollections of colleagues, the actor was simply shaking with indignation. After all, he dreamed of a serious dramatic role. He wanted to play in drama, tragedy, but they offered solid comedies. And it would be nice if he played the main characters in them, but no, he got some episodes: “Ivan Vasilyevich changes his profession”, “Tiger Tamer”, etc. When Sergey Nikolaevich found out that the role in the film “When the Trees Were Big” him, and Yuri Nikulin he cried. In order to somehow relieve tension, the artist began to drink ... Then more and more.

Having agreed to participate in Eldar Ryazanov's Carnival Night, Filippov later regretted extremely that he had played this boring lecturer. 1956 film frame

Can beat cancer

He had only one main character in the film: Kisa Vorobyaninov in "12 Chairs" Leonid Gaidai. But participation in this film almost cost the actor his life. Just before the start of filming, Filippov began to have terrible headaches. By that time, he had already been diagnosed with brain cancer. The director decided to replace the actor with Rostislav Plyatt. But Filippov called Leonid Gaidai and said: he will play Ippolit Matveyevich, no matter what it costs him. The director found himself in a difficult situation: on the one hand, he did not want to offend Filippov, on the other hand, a serious illness of the performer could jeopardize the shooting. But when Plyatt found out about Sergey Filippov's passionate desire to play Kisa Vorobyaninov, Rostislav Yanovich called Gaidai and refused this role. At the end of filming, Filippov became worse, he was urgently taken to the hospital. But, fortunately, the treatment was successful, the artist lived for more than 20 years. But his crown never grew back after the operation, only thin skin instead of bone grew in this place. But the actor even managed to joke about this topic. For example, the minister of culture Furtseva called him a fool once. After that, Filippov always told his colleagues that in vain, they say, Furtseva considers him a fool, because only part of his brain was cut out.

Participation in the film "12 Chairs" almost cost the actor his life. 1971 Film frame

The personal life of the actor was also difficult. He was very fond of his first wife, a ballet dancer Alevtina Gorinovich, a son, Yuri, was born in marriage. But the ballerina decided to emigrate to the United States and put Filippov in front of a choice: if you want to be with me, go to America too. For Filippov, this option for preserving the family was unacceptable: betrayal of the motherland was worse than loneliness and the loss of a son.

Then Filippov remarried: a woman was found who became his guardian angel. Living with her, Filippov stopped drinking. It was Antonina Golubeva, specialist in Russian folklore, author of books for children and youth about the life of a revolutionary Sergei Kirov, articles about the Russian emigration.

Sergei Filippov. Photo: www.globallookpress.com

Colleagues who visited Filippov recalled that Antonina Georgievna was a wonderful person and very kind. They lived amicably and cheerfully, the actor called his wife Barabulka. But the hostess Golubeva was completely careless. The house was always not tidy, and often there was nothing to eat. So, one of the actresses recalls that she once saw on Sergei Nikolayevich ... a sweater with a hole. The wife cut out with scissors those places that the moth had beaten. And Golubeva was insanely jealous of Filippov: she was 13 years older than him. When his wife died, Sergei Filippov could not cope with the blow of fate. A year later, he was gone. He was buried in Leningrad, at the Northern Cemetery, next to Antonina Golubeva, his guardian angel Barabulka.

witty person in real life. However, fate prepared for him difficult trials, including a long-term quarrel with his only son.

He looked at me carefully: "Who are you?" “I am your son.” "I have no son," he replied coldly. “And me, Seryozhenka, don’t you recognize me either?” Mom asked. Her father looked at her, his face contorted, it seemed that he was about to cry. He quickly turned around and ran away. Then I realized that he still loves his mother...

I brought a statement from my father to the OVIR: “I have nothing to do with my son’s decision to leave for permanent residence abroad. I think that he should be severely punished, or better, shot. I have no financial claims. Sergei Filippov.
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"Where will you shoot? I asked the young employees of the OVIR. “Here or in the yard by the wall?”

Of course, I knew that my father was tearing and metal when he found out that I was emigrating. But it would never have occurred to him to write such a thing. So an imaginary picture stands before his eyes, as his cohabitant Madame Golubeva dictates these lines, full of hatred for the enemy.

After my departure, my father stopped communicating with me, he did not print letters from behind the hillock. And if friends asked about me, I answered that I did not enter into any contacts with traitors to the motherland. And only at the end of his life he admitted that if he had started all over again, he would have stayed with his wife and son ...

I will never forget our last telephone conversation.

- No, Yura, do not send money, medicines either. I have everything.

“Would you like to come visit me?” I'll pay for everything.

- That's not necessary either.

“We haven’t seen each other for so many years ... If you want, I’ll come myself, I can come with my mother.”

“I love her very much and have always loved her.

“She knows it, and by the way, she never remarried. Well, you are like small children, it's time for you to meet and talk.

“I will never forgive her for kicking me out with a log!”

For some reason, at these words about the log, I remembered how in childhood I dreamed that my beloved parents would live together, and my heart ached. An amazing thing. I changed the country, surname and patronymic, I thought that with a red-hot iron I etched everything that was connected with my father. But in the end I returned to St. Petersburg, sometimes I go to the Comedy Theater, where he worked all his life, I collect bit by bit his archive, photographs, memories of him. It can be seen that the Philippian genes in me still won ...


My grandfather, a German baron, was a manager at a nail factory in Saratov. There he married a lace maker, the beautiful songstress Duna, my grandmother. They gave birth to Seryozha, my father. But at the beginning of World War I, my grandfather was forced to leave for his homeland, and my grandmother flatly refused to leave Russia.

Master Nikolai Georgievich, a mechanic by profession, worked at the same factory. Once, his owner sent a promising worker to improve his skills in Germany, a year later Nikolai returned from there in a fashionable vest adorned with a watch chain. Local girls shot in his direction with their eyes, but the enviable suitor preferred Dunya, who was lonely by that time: although she was with a child, she was a real beauty, moreover, she sang like a nightingale! So Serezha had a stepfather.

On Saturdays, the new head of the family invariably came home drunk, scolded his wife, and then climbed onto the chest of drawers and loudly sang German songs memorized abroad, in between reproaching Seryozha for his bourgeois origin. By the way, the local boys teased their friend with none other than the Font Baron.

All of my father's childhood was spent on the street. “The Volga saw us much more often than at home,” he said more than once. With neighbor boys, the same beggars, he stole watermelons from barges going along the river. Caught fish, but mostly came across a trifle. She was fried on sticks on a fire, and they themselves circled around in wild pirate dances, in the performance of which Sergey was especially zealous.

Telling me about childhood pranks, dad always said: “Yes, I was far from a gift!” Among school subjects, he respected literature and chemistry. Because of the chemistry, he was kicked out of school with a bang. Dad suddenly decided that he was already ripe for independent experiments, and as a result of combinations with hydrochloric acid and iron filings, he created such a caustic gas that classes had to be stopped for several days.

Mother puzzled: what to do next with such an inquisitive son? There was unemployment in Saratov, and there was nothing to think about arranging a boy without a profession somewhere. First, she gave him as an apprentice to the baker, but he messed up something, ruined the dough and flew out into the street. “Okay, Gorky didn’t manage to bake bread either,” the well-read Seryozha consoled himself. Then his mother took him to a German cabinetmaker. He spoke Russian poorly and called his father "little Filipou." Raising his index finger instructively, he said: “Malshik Filipou, without srument and vosh ne ubesh.” Dad liked it in the workshop: silence, pieces of wood, shavings, luxurious furniture. Later, he often warmly recalled his pedant-teacher and in difficult times said: “It won’t work out further with acting - I’ll go to the restorers!”

But one day his life took a sharp turn. One evening they were walking with a friend past a local club, looked in the window. There, in a large lighted hall, girls in short skirts made such pretzels with their feet that Seryozha's jaw dropped. At the entrance to the building hung a sign "Choreographic School". The guys looked at each other in bewilderment and grunted: is this from the word "mug", or what? But dad liked what he saw so much that he persuaded a friend to come in. The teacher immediately enrolled them in a circle, since not a single boy was there. A friend very quickly lost interest in dancing, and dad began to study, and the teacher, seeing his zeal, eventually advised me to go to Moscow, to study further.

Dad really had exceptional data for a classical dancer: a jump, a sense of rhythm, long legs. But in the capital's choreographic school, the recruitment was already completed, and he entered the ballet department of the Leningrad Circus Variety College on Mokhovaya. My mother Alevtina Gorinovich also studied there with great enthusiasm. Years later, dad sighed with regret: “It is a pity that she did not become an actress. She was like Yermolova with talent.


But my grandmother Lyubov Ippolitovna was unhappy with her daughter's choice of profession:

- How could you? Granddaughter of General Kupriyanov - and an actor! If you really wanted creativity, I would go to the artist, or something. I studied with Nicholas Roerich! Paper, watercolor... Why is it bad?

— Paper, watercolor... But life passes by!

- What can life be like under revolutionaries?

But as it turned out, the school was not so bad: Asya had an affair with Seryozha, who not only was preparing to become a ballet dancer, but also lived in a hostel on a tiny scholarship. And when the daughter brought Filippov to meet her mother, the future mother-in-law immediately did not like the groom.

How can you want to marry him? He is ham. Take a closer look at him. It's a clown, clown! He will never make a good husband and father to your children.

“And what do you think my husband should be?” Like what you had? my mother answered boldly.

- My husbands were from good families, educated, handsome, mustachioed. And this one is erratic. No stake, no yard. Your father was, by the way, a nobleman! He was a hero and went missing in the war,” Lyubov Ippolitovna concluded with pathos, sobbed and put a lace handkerchief to her eyes.

Mom, you're wrong. Seryozha - smart, handsome. We are graduating college soon. And he will have a good job.

At these words Lyubov Ippolitovna's tears instantly dried up.

“Is it a man’s job to kick your feet?” She herself went into acting, and even decided to have a dancer husband ?!

Asya was sure that her mother would nevertheless change her anger for mercy and accept her son-in-law. But time passed, and Lyubov Ippolitovna was adamant. She only tolerated my father. For her, he was just a boor, unworthy of the hand of her daughter. She told him so all the time: “Seryozhenka, you are a boor.” It would seem that there are only three letters, but how much feeling she put into them! Class hatred spoke in her, and her father never spoke about his barony ...

Lyubov Ippolitovna was, as they used to say, one of the former. General's daughter, studied at the Imperial Society for the Encouragement of Arts. I remember how, sitting by the window, she drank tea from a cup of Saxon porcelain, miraculously survived, having gone through the revolution, the Civil and Patriotic Wars with her grandmother, through evacuation, moving and returning to Shirokaya Street in Leningrad. This cup without a saucer and a few photographs are all Lyubov Ippolitovna has left of her former life.

But, it happened, when the whole general's family went to the dacha, they carried a piano with them. It was special, summer. In winter, he was kept in a barn at the house, covered with a thick blanket and wrapped in hay. Grandmother recalled this with nostalgia. Of course, she dreamed that her daughter would marry a prince on a white horse.

Once, Asya and Serezha, without receiving a blessing, signed, and dad legally moved into his mother's room. For my grandmother, this was a tragedy. The whole apartment smelled of valerian and ammonia. With her head tied, Lyubov Ippolitovna occasionally went out into the now common kitchen to pour tea into her Saxon cup. Neither daughter nor son-in-law was allowed to see her. But from time to time she approached their door and knocked loudly: “You can’t do this so much! It's bad for your health!"

And the newlyweds made grandiose plans for the future. Dad graduated from college in 1933. At the graduation concert, he performed the incendiary dance of the English sailor "Jolly Jim". The number was a great success. Everyone was amazed that tap dancing in it alternated with classic batmans. It was bold. The most amazing thing is that thanks to this dance he was accepted into the Mariinsky Theater. Joy knew no bounds: “Can you imagine, Asenka! I, yesterday's Saratov boy, and suddenly - an artist of the world famous troupe!


In the new ballet The Red Poppy, he played the role of the Stoker: he ran out onto the stage with a bucket, all stained with coal, and performed a very short dance, and then, as it was written in the libretto, he ran away to the stoker. One day, dad stayed on the stage longer than expected and suddenly put a dirty bucket on the hand of the captain standing on the stage, whose snow-white tunic was instantly covered with black spots. For this trick, he received a serious scolding. But this was not the reason for his departure from the Mariinsky. Once right at the performance, dad lost consciousness. The doctor's verdict was categorical: "You have a weak heart, you will have to forget about ballet."

Dad did not expect such a blow of fate. He became irritable and rude. It also happened to my mother. And then Lyubov Ippolitovna incited her daughter: “I warned you! Is this a job for a man? So what are you going to do?"

The father had no choice but to look for another job. He performed on the stage, then there was a music hall, where my mother served and Mironova and Menaker began their creative activities. But my father did not stay there long. Soon I received a telegram: “I propose to work at the Comedy Theater that I have accepted, point Akimov.” It turns out that Nikolai Pavlovich remembered his father from the Jolly Jim dance. The Pope immediately sent an answer: "I agree unconditionally."

The Comedy Theater was then called the "theater at the grocery store", since it was located in the same building as the Eliseevsky store. His chief director was not even embarrassed by the fact that his father did not have a school of dramatic art. But the actors were wary of Filippov. Dad remembered for a long time the phrase said by someone after him: “Is this guy with the face of a killer really an actor ?!” The only one who immediately showed sympathy for the newcomer was Elena Mavrikievna Granovskaya, in the forties the audience poured into performances with her participation - “A Glass of Water”, “The Cherry Orchard”, “Enemies”. The brilliant actress had one passion: Granovskaya adored little pigs. And like a dog she sometimes kept a pig at home. When he grew up, Granovskaya passed him, as she believed, into good hands. But these "good hands" sent the poor fellow to the frying pan.


But filmmakers immediately drew attention to the young actor. Screen debut took place in 1937. It was an episodic role without words in the film "The Fall of Kimas Lake". According to the story, dad was supposed to, shooting back from a Red Army soldier, run over the river on a log, but he slipped and fell into the icy water. After each take, the director's assistants rubbed him with alcohol, and on the fourth take they took pity and let him take it inside. And my father really liked it. As, however, I liked to shoot. Although when he first saw himself on the screen, there was a desire to quit the acting profession: “Is it really me? Yes, such a disgrace is not like in the cinema, you can’t even let the tram!”

Filippov could cope with any serious role, but the directors exploited his comedy gift with might and main, offering roles of various nasty types. Once dad even asked the director of Lenfilm to give him the opportunity to play a good character. He laughed in response: “Did you look at yourself in the mirror?”

And everything continued. When he played a German in "Restless Household", people on the street began to let go of curses at my father's address, mistaking the actor for his hero. He fled, and they shouted after him: “Oh, you fascist nit!” And only at home, closing the door behind him, dad sighed with relief: “The people love me, they will recognize me.”

But he never used his popularity for selfish purposes. In the queue for vodka, they repeatedly persuaded:

- Sergey Nikolaevich, why are you standing there?! Come in, we'll let you through.

But the Pope always refused:

We are not after bread!

My father said that in Russia the fastest and most reliable way to popularity is through drinking companions. And enjoyed it. The feast occupied an important place in his life. Sergei Nikolayevich liked to order a chic dinner in a restaurant, inviting people he knew or liked to his table. One day, the attention of the pope was attracted by some important, huge man in uniform, passing by.


— Pull up, old man!

- I'm not an old man, Sergei Nikolaevich, but Admiral Zasosov.

“That changes things. Rip it up, admiral. Let's take a drink with you.

My father had an excellent sense of humor. He was the author of catch phrases that went to the people. So, opening another bottle, he liked to say: “The old woman suffered for a short time in experienced bandit hands” or “Pour seven times, drink once.” By the way, the famous phrase "Two stars, three stars, four stars, and best of all, of course, five stars" in the film "Carnival Night" is my father's improvisation.

But when popularity began to take on catastrophic proportions, it began to irritate him. Well, who will like it if a herd of fans walks behind you and everyone strives to pull your shirt and even your nose, annoyingly climbing with stupid questions. Do not answer to everyone who offered to drink at brotherhood with the words of the hero from Carnival Night: “I can’t, my dear, I have a lecture!”

In the restaurant, when they started staring, my father covered his face with a plate. And if someone unceremoniously approached his table, he could furiously tear off the tablecloth from the table along with the dishes. A certain lady once asked Filippov to leave an autograph on her chest. He rushed to run away from her headlong, on the way giving in the teeth to a drunken old man who climbed up to hug.

The Pope did not tolerate familiarity. “Oh my God,” he shouted desperately, “what am I to you - an animal ?! Can you pass by and let me live as I want? Sometimes he arranged pranks in which there was a moment of vindictiveness. One winter, my father was walking with Pavel Kadochnikov along the Nevsky. And suddenly he rushed to the snowdrift and began to quickly rake the wet snow. Kadochnikov asked in surprise:

- What's the matter, Seryozha?

He answered loudly:

- Yes, they gave me a ring with a diamond, and it accidentally fell into the snow. Wow, what a shame!


Kadochnikov realized that this was a joke and winked at his friend. A minute later, a whole crowd was already looking for the ring. And then dad waved his hand:

- Come on, they'll give me another one.

He and Kadochnikov left, but the people continued to dig in the snow.

My father loved pranks. Mom told how they went to the thrift store together.

Do you accept used goods? Dad asked.

- An inheritance from your grandmother? Something valuable? the salesperson perked up.

“Pretty much,” said dad and pointed to the briefcase.

“How can you walk the streets with such things nowadays?!

Father took out a bundle and began to unfold it for a long time. He carefully laid out two bagels on the counter and looked at the seller.

- But excuse me, but where is the inheritance from my grandmother?

- As where? Here. Is this a commission? Do you accept used goods? Antiques? - and he began to furiously beat the bagels on the counter, proving their "old" origin. This scene could be included in some kind of comedy. My father was a great improviser and constantly invented something.

After the release of the film "Girl with no address" he did not live at all. People shouted after him: “Masik wants vodka!” He began to be afraid of creative meetings with the audience and avoid them in every possible way. As my father's character Almazov said, he had "shattered the central nervous system." Filippov could swear at a complete stranger who just asked for an autograph. If he was reproached for being rude, he answered: “Rough, but fair!”

But all this was later. And at the very beginning of his career, his father literally reveled in fame. He was especially pleased with his success with women. Life was stormy, he often did not come to spend the night, and of course, tension grew in the family. And then I arrived in time and gradually began to displace from my mother’s heart the beloved Seryozha, who had hitherto reigned supreme there. The house stopped admiring his talent, instead admiring the talents of little Yura.


- What do we have for dinner? No semolina? Dad asked as he sat down at the table.

- Yurochka porridge, and stewed vegetables for you.

Papa gloomily picked at his plate with a fork:

- What is it?

- Gemuse! - the mother-in-law announced triumphantly.

- You work like an ox, and at home they feed you some kind of hare food.

- Seryozhenka, you boor! - Lyubov Ippolitovna slammed the door of her room, and a plate of guemuze flew after her.

— Oh, that's how! Dad exclaimed, putting on his coat. “They don’t like me here. They feed some kind of presnyatina. I'm going to the pub!

Father needed the radiance of Jupiters, the adoration of the audience, the admiring glances of fans. Mom wanted her to have a real family, a cozy home, a faithful husband and an exemplary son.

I got a nanny. A simple village girl who had never heard of the great comedian Filippov. Papa began to show interest in her, not suspecting that Lyubov Ippolitovna was following them through the keyhole. "You are my Goddess! - he began to frown on the nanny. “You are my grace ...” Then the door creaked and mother-in-law Lyubov Ippolitovna appeared on the threshold. “We are rehearsing ... “Dog in the Manger,” dad quickly found. This scene was later included in Ryazanov's film The Girl Without an Address. And the grandmother, we must pay tribute to her, hid the “pranks” of her son-in-law from her mother until their divorce ...

I began to remember myself from the moment I was presented with watercolors. First I painted myself, and then my father's beige coat. So already from an early age, the talent of the artist manifested itself in me. I also loved to watch my dad shave. And all the time he asked to shave me too. He got fed up with it and shaved half my head. When I saw myself in the mirror, I burst into tears. But the razor still attracted me like a magnet. Once I hid in the hallway, lathered the hem of my grandmother's fur coat and carefully shaved it.


I was often left at home alone. When the parents were going to go somewhere, the grandmother immediately came up with an urgent business for herself, just so as not to sit in the nannies. Dad found a way out: he drove small carnations into the floor, gave me a hammer and instructed me to hammer them to the very hat. And until the parental return, I was happy to bang on nails. And when my grandmother began to be indignant that it would soon be impossible to walk on the floor, my father ordered me to drive nails into a mahogany cabinet.

The family idyll ended as soon as dad was invited to act. He received money, and the whirlwind of freedom carried him away. After another week of spree, my mother packed her father's suitcase and showed him the door, taking a log in her hand for greater persuasiveness. Dad was offended: “You will crawl to me on your knees! To me, adored by the whole country! And he waited for this all his life, but he waited in vain. Many times dad tried to return to the family, asked for forgiveness, swore eternal love. But, as my mother said, “the log was always ready, but he lacked a little pressure, a little patience ...”

Soon the war began. The comedy theater was evacuated. And although my parents were already divorced, dad made sure that we, along with my grandmother, were taken out of besieged Leningrad to the mainland.

For the first time we lived in Sochi in vans, and then we were transferred to Tajikistan. I remember that the film "The Prince and the Pauper" was filmed in Stalinabad, where I played a ragamuffin in the crowd. During the evacuation, the family reunited. Dad continued to act and still led a bohemian lifestyle. He returned home very late and with the words “Today they didn’t give money!” dropped dead in the hallway.

Mom sewed rag dolls at night, and grandmother painted their faces. For nothing, or something, I learned from Roerich himself! Then she sold them at the market.


In autumn 1945 the theater returned to liberated Leningrad. On Shirokaya Street, where we lived, my mother did not let my father go. He settled in the Astoria Hotel, and then Akimov procured a room for his beloved artist. But my father did not have to live there ...

One day, as usual, he dined at the hotel restaurant. Someone said something, dad answered rudely, a fight broke out, and a fork was stuck in his hand. Madame Golubeva was sitting at a table nearby. She not only stood up for the actor, dispersing the brawlers, but also bandaged his wound, after which she took Filippov, stunned by such attention and affection, to her home. And in the morning she hinted: “You were so-and-so yesterday, Seryozha, screaming. God forbid, someone knocks on the organs! Dad got scared and stayed with his new friend.

Red mullet, as her father called her, was thirteen years older than him. To the question “Sergei Nikolaevich, what is a red mullet?” he answered: "Little little fish with bulging eyes." It still hurts me that he had such an old and ugly wife! I'm sure dad didn't like her much. And she adored him, affectionately called Weevil. Golubeva followed him everywhere - to the shooting, tour, did not let him breathe freely.

When he came home very drunk, he shouted at her: “Old witch, I'm tired of you! I have a beautiful wife and a talented son!” And in the morning Antonina Georgievna whispered again: “Seryozha, you were carrying this again yesterday, they will put you in jail!” She kept him on a short leash. Golubeva was a member of the Communist Party and a member of the Writers' Union, as a result of which she had a reverent love for party leaders in general, and for Sergei Kirov in particular. She even wrote a book about his childhood - "The Boy from Urzhum". But her text was so bad and childishly clumsy that when she handed over the manuscript to the editor Marshak, he completely rewrote it. When the father was asked:

writer Antonina Golubeva

Why doesn't your wife write anymore? he answered gloomily:

- I've run out of ink.

Dad settled with Golubeva in the late forties. On the embankment of the Griboyedov Canal, in house number nine, where the writers Mikhail Zoshchenko, Evgeny Schwartz, Veniamin Kaverin, Mikhail Kozakov lived. Sometimes I went there. Golubeva, who commanded my father with might and main, tried to drill me too. But I did not recognize such a right for his concubine.

Boy, are you reading anything? She never addressed me by my first name, only "boy." - Do you like poetry?

- I love...

- Well, read it.

And I started from Arkhangelsk: "Not a woman - a raspberry, / A masterpiece on the canvas - / Marusya Magdalene, / Fully undressed."

— What vulgarity! You, boy, should read pioneer books.

“For example, “The Boy from Urzhum,” my father quipped.

“This is a very useful book; more than one generation of pioneers has grown up on it,” the great writer answered dryly.

Papa and Golubeva were not officially married, although they lived together for forty years. In 1948, my mother filed for divorce officially. But dad never received his certificate of divorce. He probably spared twenty kopecks for the fee.

With the advent of Golubeva in my father's life, my mother and I had a difficult period. One day I was called to the principal of the school. Unfamiliar uncles and aunts asked strange questions: do I eat well, do they beat me at home? The next day, my mother was requested to the RONO. It turns out that there was a signal that she treats her son badly, and he leads an immoral lifestyle. One woman from the commission whispered that this information had been given by the communist Golubeva. My mother transferred me to another school. And there again nit-picking teachers and bad grades. She went to the director and to the RONO, trying to understand what was happening. She was told everywhere that they came from Sergei Nikolaevich and asked to be stricter with his son: “He is a notorious hooligan!” Yes, Golubeva seriously took up my "education". Fleeing from her, I changed five schools.

And we were in a desperate financial situation. After the war, my mother graduated from the foreign language, taught the technique of speech. In addition, she worked as a correspondent writing in English. Thanks to my mother, I have an excellent knowledge of the language, which later came in handy in America. But my mother's salary was still not enough for us to live. And there was no help from my father. He even wrote a statement to the court with a request to release him from alimony, since the child's mother, instead of buying fruit for the boy, makes repairs with his, Filippov's money. The judge replied that then she would simply open a criminal case against him, a great artist. Later, the father bitterly admitted that Antonina Georgievna forced him to do this.

I think it was because of the eternal quarrels in the new family that my father drank heavily. Along with this, problems began in the theater and cinema: at the studio, he said that he was busy in performances, in the theater - that he was filming. True, there was always money for alcohol. So, one day, with his friend, the poet Mikhail Dudin, my father took fifty volumes of the Great Soviet Encyclopedia to a second-hand bookstore, followed by a three-day revelry. When Barabulka asked where the books had gone, he replied that ... he gave them to Dudin to read. It was then that it turned out that in one of the volumes the thrifty writer kept a decent sum of money.

At the same time, Sergei Nikolayevich was far from enthusiastic about the spree of his colleagues. Seeing a young actor at Lenfilm, who literally did not knit a bast, dad sighed and said to him in a paternal way: “You don’t drink according to your talent!”

It happened that he left the house ironed, well-groomed and in a tie. And by evening, muttering “How low I have fallen,” he returned without a tie, without a shirt, and even without socks! Red mullet was jealous of him all his life. But why be jealous? She was almost like a mother to him, and he, like an unlucky child, tried to slip away from her. Golubeva always stalked at the service entrance. And my father left the theater fifteen minutes before the end of the rehearsal and went to the famous wine glass on Mokhovaya, where many artists dropped by.


director Nikolai Akimov

In someone's memoirs, such a scene is described, which was regularly repeated. Dad entered the apartment and loudly demanded: “Red mullet, a glass of vodka!” If she was not in a hurry, he, holding an empty glass in his hands, began to count: “R-one, two”, at the expense of “three”, the glass flew out the window. Coffee cups might follow.

Despite his love of drinking, his father had an amazing memory, fellow artists told how they envied his ability to memorize huge texts. He could come to the performance drunk, but he went on stage and was instantly transformed. Akimov treated Filippov's slovenliness condescendingly: "For me, a talented drunkard is more precious than a dozen mediocre teetotalers." But after one incident, his angelic patience snapped. During the performance, dad stood backstage. He was drunk. On stage, the hero was poured a glass of vodka, he began to drink it in small sips. Suddenly, dad commented, so much so that it was heard in the hall: “Who drinks like that? mediocrity! Drink a full glass in one gulp! Now I’ll go out and show you how to drink!” The audience was delighted. But Akimov, who was also sitting in the hall, the next day called him to his office. The director took the list of the troupe's artists and crossed out Filippov's name with a red pencil.

— Is everything, Nikolai Pavlovich?

— Everything, Sergey Nikolaevich.

My father only had movies. But in him he was a god! Filippov was the only one of the Soviet artists who received money before filming began. "Suma in cuirsive!" - Dad's favorite phrase. And all because he "did the box office", like his Almazov from "Tiger Tamer". Father's phrase "Love your fee as yourself!" became winged among the actors. And he had endless concerts around the country. It was enough for Filippov to go on stage and say: “Two stars, three stars, four stars, or better ... five ...”, as the audience began to applaud while standing.


My father insisted that I also become an actor, saying that I had data. I spent my childhood behind the scenes of the theater, I saw many talented artists on stage, but I categorically refused, I did not become infected with this craft. And all because I'm a terrible lazy person and I work only when I want to. The actor, on the other hand, is a slave.

As a result, my mother decided my fate: “Son, since you don’t like to do anything, go to the artists!” Naturally, my decision to become a man of a free profession terribly angered my father, he could not forgive this for a long time and often repeated: “Without me, you still won’t achieve anything!” And I so wanted to prove that I could achieve a lot without his help! And my father was indignant about my hippie hairstyle, skin-tight jeans, into which I sewed metal zippers from shoes. We experienced the usual conflict of generations.

In a word, I entered the Mukha. And then it turned out that the scholarship for the student Filippov had not been issued. The dean's office explained that they came from Sergei Filippov and said that the artist's son does not need a scholarship, since his father provides him with everything. And I thought that Golubeva was tired of chasing me! The scholarship was returned, but the sediment remained ....

And in the second year it was even "funnier".

- The representative of Sergei Nikolayevich told us that you are in prison, - they told me in the dean's office.

How is it in prison? I go to class every day!

- Well, you are clever, Filippov! How do you manage to keep up everywhere?

We saw less and less of my father. But when, after graduating from the institute, I started having troubles in the Hudfond, I could not stand it and asked my mother:

- Mom, you raised me, taught me, my father practically did not take part in my upbringing. Tell me why I then bear his last name?

- What happened, son?


“Don’t you know that this communist has already made it to the Art Fund?” The father is a weak man, and she acts on his behalf. So I want to take your last name and your middle name.

And I told her how in Hudfond I was stopped by a certain lady with traces of her former beauty on her face.

“Daddy wants to meet you.

— Excuse me, your dad?

- No, your dad! Sergey Nikolaevich doesn't feel well, and they asked me to tell you through me...

“Madame,” I began to boil. - What kind of dad is that?! Tell this dad that I will visit her as many times as this dad came to me in the hospital!

Some more time passed. I again ran into the same madam in the corridor.

- Yura, visit your father, he is waiting for you.

You must be confusing me with someone else.

Are you Yuri Sergeevich Filippov, son of Sergei Filippov?

“You are mistaken,” I said, and solemnly took out a brand new Soviet passport. — See? Yuri Ivanovich Gorinovich!

She looked at me in horror.

— How could you?

The fact that I changed my surname was a terrible blow for my father. But I could not forgive him for not protecting me from the poisonous bites of his concubine. Well, if you don’t help, then don’t bother me and my mother to live!

I have always been a free man. Once I was forcibly dragged into the ranks of members of the CPSU. They called me to the big party chief, but I honestly confessed to him:

- I can’t go to the party, I love feasts, women, every week I’m a new lady, I can’t help myself.

He looked gloomily and said:

Let's fight together, comrade! We will help you!

My answer was too bold for the time:

Thanks, I'm on my own.

A couple of times I managed to laugh it off. But soon I noticed that they began to overwrite me at work. I was engaged in the design of the Pushkin Museum, so I was sure that I would also work at the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. But due to the fact that he was not a member of the party, the order was given to another. I was indignant: “But Pushkin, too, was never a member of the party!” This was the last straw, I decided to leave.


The OVIR demanded a written permission to leave from the father. Mom and I went to him for a signature. But Madame Golubeva didn't even open the door for us. Then we decided to guard him at the house. Look, he's walking towards the front door.

- Dad, I need your signature on the document that you have no material claims against me.

My father looked at me very carefully.

— And who are you? Don't know!

- How you do not know? I'm your son.

“I have no son,” he replied coldly.

“And you don’t recognize me, Seryozhenka, either?” Mom asked.

Her father looked at her, his face distorted, it seemed that he was about to cry. Then he turned abruptly and ran away from us. Then I realized that he still loves his mother...

“He waited until we ourselves came to bow to him,” she said sadly.

Mom did not marry after the divorce, and although my father lived until the end of his days with another woman, he never married her. My parents even died in the same year, but in different parts of the world: my mother was in America, and my father was in St. Petersburg...

That meeting with my father on the Griboyedov Canal was the last. We didn't see each other again. Never. A certificate from him was handed over to me through third parties.

Much later, when my father was no more, I collected all the memories of him, of his life, from friends and acquaintances. He wrote letters to all the artists who knew Filippov. One of the first people to answer me from Paris was Yulia Nikolaevna Predtechenskaya, mother of Mikhail Shemyakin. In the forties, she worked with her father at the Comedy Theater. Yulia Nikolaevna told two wonderful stories. Once they were returning home together after the performance. I had to walk for a long time. There was a fair frost, and on Predtechenskaya there was a fashionable meningitis cap, a fur jacket, a skirt, Polish gasuka stockings (that was the name of kapron) and shoes with heels. Suddenly she stops abruptly and says:


Serezha, I can't take it anymore! Take off your pants quickly!

The father was taken aback:

- Julia, you're not joking, can't you stand it?

- I can't, take it off!

The father thought, “Why not? A beautiful woman is literally trembling with desire, ”he took off his pants, and she quickly pulled them on herself and ran to Petrogradskaya ...

Now the second: the father borrowed three rubles from Yulia Nikolaevna and forgot about it. And Misha Shemyakin, who was then thirteen or fourteen years old, liked a book in the store. He runs to his mother for money, and she offers: “Go to the theater to Uncle Serezha Filippov, he owes me three rubles, tell me that I sent you for them.” Misha approached his father backstage:

- Uncle Seryozha, I am the son of the Forerunner. Mom told me to pay the debt.

Dad looked at him in surprise.

"Boy, we're actually playing here!" Wait.

Holding out a three-ruble note after the performance, he said with annoyance: “What a persistent son Yulia Nikolaevna has!”

Gaidai's offer to play Kisa Vorobyaninov in "12 Chairs" made his father so happy that he even stopped drinking. But on the set he was constantly tormented by terrible headaches, and before dubbing he underwent a complex operation. The amazing surgeon Felix Alexandrovich Gurchin removed a benign tumor and part of the cranial bone to his father. He had a noticeable breathable film on his crown, the doctors strictly warned: God forbid, something would fall on his head! And dad began to wear caps with a tight top, caps, hats. He often jokingly suggested to his friends: "Do you want to feel my brains?" My father believed that he was very lucky, because after the operation he lived for another twenty years.

Igor Usov, in the role of the merchant Smurov in The Tobacco Captain, saw only Filippov and personally went to his house to persuade him. Lidia Borisovna Dukhnitskaya, the second director, told me about this scene. They came to the Griboedov Canal, went up to Filippov's apartment and froze in amazement - Antonina Georgievna was sitting on the floor at the front door, begging her enraged husband to let her into her own apartment. Only a terrible mate could be heard from there, and Igor Vladimirovich decided to intervene:


"Uncle Seryozha, stop fooling around!" Let's work better together!

The door opened slightly, but Filippov let only Usov into the apartment, and Barabulka remained on the landing. Dad complained to the director:

- I can’t do anything - neither drink, nor smoke, nor act in films! Only a mother can swear!

To which he replied:

- You will definitely shoot with me, and we will take care of you.

On the set, dad had three understudies, they were filmed from the back. And for him, several dense wigs were specially sewn to protect his head from blows. After the operation, my father began to have difficulty remembering the text. But even if he forgot something, he acted out the episode in such a way with facial expressions or gestures that no one could suspect anything. Filippov did an excellent job with the role, he even sang and danced in the frame.

Friends said that when he was ill, Golubeva put him into a lace bed in a nightgown with flounces and a jabot. I imagine this picture: it seems to me that dad looked like the Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. Antonina Georgievna shook over him, bought him flowers, saying: “Seryozhenka loves roses so much!” Tellingly, Barabulka never remembered her own daughter from her first marriage and gave all her unspent motherhood to her beloved Weevil.

On New Year's Eve, she hung a New Year's ball on an old lampshade, each time adding one more. In this way, every year Serezhenka lived after the operation was celebrated.

Antonina Georgievna died in the late eighties, and dad was left alone. I constantly called him, offered to help, but he refused. My father was still filming, took part in creative evenings, received a good pension, as he assured me. But one acquaintance told how once he met Filippov in the market, he was buying potatoes. The father complained that Golubeva's relatives forgot about his existence. Only friend Kostya visited his father, who studied with him at the ballet school. Now he helped him, sometimes went to the grocery store, cooked. The actress of "Lenfilm" Lyubov Tishchenko wore transfers to the hospital for him, washed his shirts. Papa complained to Lyuba that KGB men seemed to him everywhere, that he was being watched. Maybe they really followed. After all, he himself regarded our departure with my mother as a betrayal of the Motherland. And it turns out that he was the father of a traitor ..


He showed Tishchenko my letters: “You see, Lyuba, the son writes. Still loves, misses. And these letters were not opened - he did not read them, but carefully kept them ...

I lived in America, where I ended up in a completely different world. At first, everything about him annoyed me. In addition, he asked for a quiet state, and they offered me Alabama, where the Ku Klux Klan operated. My mother and I were settled in the very epicenter of racial squabbles. I was tired of all this, and I bought a ticket to New York.

As an artist-designer, I worked for many well-known companies: Ralph Lauren, Estee Lauder, designed some Broadway theaters, interiors in the homes of millionaires. Today I have many awards and certificates: "The First Five Hundred in the World", "2000 Remarkable People of the Twentieth Century", my name is listed in the "Hall of Fame"...

But I never left the thought that with all the success in my life I missed something. Past quarrels with my father at a great distance seemed so insignificant! Only he could love so much and be jealous of my mother and me for someone else's life, for a foreign country. The memories snowballed. For some reason, episodes from childhood came to life more and more often in my memory. For example, once my father took me hunting. He had a rare gun with four barrels. We walked for a long time through the forest, but returned without any prey. To play a prank on mom, they bought a bread hare in a bakery. Until our secret was revealed, she was terribly worried that we had killed a living creature!

After the death of my father, I returned to Petersburg. By chance I met Lydia Borisovna Dukhnitskaya.

— How he loved you, Yura! He was proud of you.

What a strange kind of love...

- When we met with him without Barabuli, he always talked about you. I was very sad that you left. Did you even call him?

- Of course, we talked, but my father did not answer my letters.


She seemed to look at me in surprise. But do not tell her about all the details of our family relations, about how long it was to return to each other ...

When Golubeva was still alive, I called my father from America, but every time the great writer answered the phone, and I hung up, knowing that she would not let us talk anyway. Then I began to look for another way to establish contact with him.

An old friend of mine lived in Leningrad. Her name was Tanya. We corresponded, she was aware of all my affairs. And we came up with a plan. In the Palace of Culture named after Gorky there was a creative evening of Sergei Filippov. During the break, no one was allowed to see her father, but Tanya courageously made her way through the cordon.

— What do you want?

- I'm from your son. He asks to know...

- I am busy. It's time for the stage. Who are you?

- An acquaintance of your son Yura. He just asked to know if you are alive?

- Well, he's alive, he's alive. So give it to him. Some crazy!

Dad, just like me, did not suspect then that this "crazy" would enter my life. Soon Tanya came to me in America, we

They say that when Sergei Filippov walked down the street, trolleybuses and trams stopped, and passengers got out of the cars to look at their favorite artist.

Sergey Filippov was born in 1912 in Saratov in the family of a dressmaker and a locksmith. He studied poorly, hooligans and was eventually expelled from school. He tried many professions, but, to the chagrin of his mother, he did not stay anywhere for a long time. He was fired from the bakery for reading Jack London I forgot to put salt in the dough. From a furniture workshop - for hammering a dozen huge nails into an antique cabinet.

An accident or a fair wind brought him to ... a ballet studio. “Once we were walking with a friend past the club, in the window we saw girls in short skirts. Liked the legs. And I decided that this is my calling - legs. We looked into the room, there was a sign on the door: “Choreographic circle”. "Choreographic" from the word "mug", or what? It turned out, no, they were dancing here. Since there were almost no boys, the teacher willingly enrolled us. My friend dropped out soon after, and I really enjoyed it. It was my ticket to life, ”recalled Sergey Filippov.

Tall, 184 centimeters tall, the guy turned out to be extremely plastic, the teachers even advised him to enter the ballet school. There is a legend that Filippov entered the most famous choreographic school in the country - Leningrad, and allegedly the great Agrippina Vaganova personally expelled him for obstinacy. Even if this is a legend, it is beautiful. And the prose of life is this: Sergei Filippov graduated from the Leningrad Circus Variety College, but the path to ballet was closed - the doctors discovered a heart defect. But in the variety theater studio - the prototype of the future music hall - everything turned out great: not only incredible plasticity, but also a sense of humor, and Sergey's dramatic talent came in handy. When he calmly walked onto the stage in ... a ballet tutu, pink pointe shoes and a wreath on his head, the audience was dying of laughter. Some American journalist even wrote in his newspaper about an unusually gifted young Russian comedian.

During one of the performances, Filippov was noticed by director Nikolai Akimov and offered to go to him at the Comedy Theater. “Is this guy with the face of a killer also an actor?” whispered behind the newcomer's back. He worked for Akimov for 30 years - until 1965. Nikolai Pavlovich forgave him for his rudeness, quarrelsomeness, and frequent sprees: “For me, one talented drunkard is more valuable than a dozen sober mediocrities!” But after the obscene comments that the drunken Filippov gave from backstage during the performance, his name was crossed out in red pencil from the list of the troupe.

He worked with such masters as Kozintsev, Kheifits, Kosheverova, Yutkevich, Ryazanov, Gaidai, Bortko, starred in more than a hundred films. The directors knew that by his presence in the frame, he would save any failed film. In addition, the actor was famous for his love of tricks, he performed even the most risky ones without an understudy: for example, on the set of "Tiger Tamer" he not only fearlessly entered the predator's cage, but also gave him a kick!

The specific appearance determined the role. When the audience asked at creative meetings why he only plays negative characters, the actor replied: “Look at my face. Is it possible to play the secretary of the party organization with such a face? Sergei Filippov, a deep, erudite man, a connoisseur of poetry, got the roles of crooks, swindlers, loafers. Nevertheless, he took everyone, even the most insignificant, very seriously - and often outplayed everyone.

But in his heart, the actor dreamed of something else, and from time to time dreams came true. For example, in " carnival night" or in " dog heart". And once director Igor Usov offered Filippov the role of ... a grandmother in the film “Have you ever loved?”. The second grandmother was... Georgy Vitsin. In between filming, the comic duo in wigs and old ladies' outfits liked to stroll along Nevsky Prospekt. But none of the passers-by have ever recognized the two old women as their favorite actors!

He highly appreciated his talent, offering roles in his film versions of classical works - “Ivan Vasilyevich Changes His Profession”, “Incognito from St. Petersburg”, “For Matches”, “It Can't Be!”. Basically, these were episodes, but how many actors can be found who can play a role with one eyebrow? And Sergey Filippov could: remember the singer from the movie "It Can't Be!" - what he sang about "black horseshoes"?

And only at almost sixty years old did he play his first (and only) big role - Kisy Vorobyaninov Gaidai's "The Twelve Chairs". By that time, the actor's brain tumor had already progressed, he was tormented by terrible, until memory loss, pain. But he courageously endured suffering and only towards the end of filming agreed to the operation. “Craniotomy” sounds scary, but Sergey Filippov managed to joke: they say, how many brains were removed - and nothing, he was smart, he remained smart.

Shortly before his death, the actor admitted: “All my life I wanted to play a positive tragic role, but I got some vile types. I even cried when I found out that the lead role in the film "When the trees were big" took Yuri Nikulin».

His personal life was the talk of the town in the circle of the Leningrad intelligentsia. With his second wife, the writer Antonina Golubeva (those over forty-five probably remember her book The Boy from Urzhum, about the childhood of Sergei Kirov. True, they said that the manuscript was so mediocre that Samuil Marshak completely rewrote it), he lived for forty years. Sergey Filippov called her Red mullet, she called him Weevil. Antonina Georgievna was 13 years older than her husband. She consoled, dared her friends, quarreled with her son, pulled him out of drinking bouts, dressed him up in lace shirts, wiped his nose - in general, she treated him like a child.

Although she didn’t let her own daughter on the threshold, it was rumored that the jealous Barabulka did not want the presence of a young woman in the house. This couple seemed strange to absolutely everyone. Someone believed that Barabulka was blackmailing Weevil, threatening to report his drunken anti-Soviet statements in the right place. Others believed that the actor was simply afraid of his domineering wife. But almost no one believed in love. Sergei Nikolaevich himself added fuel to the fire, calling it "a little lousy fish with bulging eyes." And sometimes he could give out something like this: “To Her Excellency Countess Barabulyants ... The porridge on the sofa is dying and dying, I went on business and to the store. Kishchay porridge with milk. I kiss the fool hard. WITH.". They were two very lonely people, not adapted to life, out of tune with everyday life - an eternal mess, a mountain of dirty dishes, a non-working telephone. And at the same time - a huge library, antique furniture, paintings.

Red mullet passed away in 1989. Sergey Filippov outlived her by only a year. He was seriously ill, suffered from loneliness, lack of money. They buried him with the money collected Alexander Demyanenko. When the actor's friends turned to one of the Leningrad newspapers with a request to print an obituary about Filippov, they heard in response: "No one knows your Filippov." There is an opinion that the emaciated Leningrader with a piece of besieged bread, depicted in the famous photograph, is Sergei Filippov. It is no longer possible to establish the truth, but the actor himself once mentioned that he really is in the photo.

Facts about Sergei Filippov.

George Cukor, director of the Soviet-American film "The Blue Bird", in which Filippov played an episode, invited the actor to Hollywood: "Just don't forget to take your face with you ..." The actor's first wife was a ballerina Alevtina Gorinovich, his son Yuri was born in marriage. In the 1970s, his wife and son emigrated to the United States. Filippov was never able to come to terms with this, as he believed, betrayal. And Yuri kept all the letters unopened.

Catch phrases of Sergei Filippov.

"Is there life on Mars, is there life on Mars - science does not know!"

“Best of all, of course, five stars…”

"Am I here or not here?"

“I once went to a restaurant to drink ... soup.”

“He was a strange person, with a peculiar manner of communication. I think such extraordinary personalities are born once in a hundred years. Being already an infirm old man, Sergei Filippov increasingly recalled his ballet past and was very sorry that he did not become a ballet star, but went to the cinema. He left the ballet against his will - the doctors discovered he had a brain tumor, performed a series of operations and forbade him to dance, "said Lyubov Tishchenko, the oldest employee of Lenfilm, in an interview with MK.

Sergey Nikolaevich broke up with his first wife after she emigrated to America.

“He was a communist to the marrow of his bones, so he regarded such an act of his wife as a betrayal. This noticeably affected his psyche. He later said: “Of course I was a fool. I had a completely different outlook on life, I was brought up that way. Years later, he realized that he had done wrong. Once Filippov confessed to me that he would never have left his wife if she had not gone to the States," she recalls.

Sergey Filipov did not communicate with his son, his wife took the boy with her.

“I remember that Sergei Nikolayevich pulled out a whole pack of unopened letters from his son from under the bed. “If you want, read it, but I’m not interested,” he told me. But the most interesting thing is that he didn’t throw a single letter away. Apparently, he was waiting for something "I hoped that my son would return. My son arrived only five years ago, when Sergei Filippov was no longer alive."

The second wife of the actor was a certain Antonina Golubeva, who was twenty years older than Filippov. In the acting environment, this woman at that time caused a storm of negative emotions.

“I don’t know what caused such an attitude towards this touching and loving woman. Filippov called her Barabulka and became very attached to her. Golubeva was a writer, however, she wrote only one book. It was a strange family, absolutely unadapted to life. Barabulka and her granddaughter did not communicate at all. Once she invited Filippov to meet with them, but he flatly refused. But they showed up after the death of the actor. Literally in two days they took all the furniture and expensive service from Filippov’s apartment, the rest of the things were handed over to the commission, "said Tishchenko .

“Filippov was a very wasteful person, so he didn’t save anything for his old age. And in his youth, he didn’t even know the value of certain things. In Soviet times, he could get any deficit and constantly spoiled his friends,” says Lyubov Tishchenko. there was a very rich library in the house. When I once again came to his house, I did not find a single book. It turns out that when Filippov had problems with money, Golubeva sold the entire library for some ridiculous money. The worst thing is that in Sergei Nikolaevich kept a decent stash in one of the volumes.

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"No matter how trite it sounds, Filippov was ruined by fame! During the period of his wild popularity, everyone wanted to drink with him. When Filippov's body was young and strong, he did not refuse anyone. And then the actor could not do without it. Every day he definitely needs was to take cognac or vodka. Recently, Filippov completely stopped drinking. Firstly, he had nothing to buy alcohol, and he never asked anyone for a loan. Secondly, he was already a seriously ill person, "recalls employee of Lenfilm.

Lyubov Grigorievna Tishchenko looked after Filippov in the last years of his life.

“I always liked him as a person. This unsociable rude actor was actually a touching and vulnerable person. Although he seemed cruel to strangers. After all, he could easily offend a complete stranger - get nasty and even send obscenities. But this was not a real Filippov, in this way he defended himself. He was extremely negative about his own popularity. He sincerely hated his fans. After the release of the film "The Twelve Chairs," he could not calmly walk down the street - people wanted to touch him, talk to him. Filippov was terribly annoyed. There were fights," she says.

Tishchenko said that Filippov was a lonely person. He himself chose this way of life - he did not let anyone into his house, turned off the phone. Colleagues at Lenfilm, knowing his harsh disposition, simply deleted him from their lives. According to her, he didn’t even call doctors at home, probably he was very ashamed of his appearance, of the mess that was going on in the apartment. Lyubov Nikolaevna came once a week and did the cleaning. Over the years, Filippov became embittered.

St. Petersburg actors have always been deprived, but Filippov was literally in poverty against the background of others.

“I didn’t pay the rent for months. You won’t believe it, but he was literally starving. I helped as much as I could - I bought cereals, a lemon, a piece of cheese. And recently he began to refuse food altogether,” recalls an employee of Lenfilm. He never asked anyone for anything. At the end of his life, Sergei Nikolayevich did not even have things left. Either sold everything, or worn out. A month before his death, we put him in the hospital. So he did not have slippers in which he could leave the house. We had to run all over the city looking for size 47 shoes. That's how they hospitalized him - in some slippers and some kind of torn shirt.

According to her, Filippov was already a different person a month before his death. He suffered from headaches, his whole body ached, and his psyche was also not all right. When Tishchenko came to his house, he met her in what her mother gave birth.

Sergei Filippov died on April 19, 1990. He was buried next to Golubeva. A few days before his death, the actor told Lyubov Tishchenko about his dream.

“You know, all my life I wanted to play a positive tragic role, and I got some vile types,” Filippov sighed. “I even cried when I found out that the main role in the film “When the trees were big” went to Yuri Nikulin.

Sergey Filippov was born in 1912 in one of the settlements in the Saratov region. The family barely earned their bread, and the revolution that broke out soon hit the family well-being even more. The father left the house, and the future actor was raised by his mother and stepfather. At school, he studied poorly, part-time work in production was also not given at all. The only thing that Sergey was good at was dancing, and he attended the choreographic circle with pleasure.

The young man thought about going to the ballet school, but he was late for the appointment. Then he entered the circus technical school and, after graduating from it, nevertheless managed to take his place in the ballet troupe. An unexpected heart attack, which the aspiring artist suffered right on stage, prevented his dancing career. Then in 1935 he got a job at the Leningrad Comedy Theater, where he worked for almost 30 years. At that time, the townspeople often attended theatrical performances, so Filippov quickly gained fame as a talented actor.

In 1937, Sergei Filippov made his film debut. It was a small role in the film "The Fall of Kimas Lake." After some time, he starred in the films "Cinderella", "Member of the Government", and the famous phrase "Masik wants vodka!" from the painting "Girl without an address" went to the people for a long time. Sergei became famous as a brilliant comedian, they began to recognize him on the streets and often asked for an autograph.

In the 40s, Filippov was lucky enough to play in the famous comedy Carnival Night, and in 1965 he brilliantly played the role of Kisa Vorobyaninov in the film adaptation of the legendary novel 12 Chairs. Both films were not without catchphrases that became popular among the audience. In subsequent years, the actor appeared less frequently on the screen due to deteriorating health and was remembered only for an episodic role in the film Heart of a Dog.

Personal life

Sergei Filippov was married twice. He met his first wife Alevtina Gorinovich at the school. A son, Yuri, was born in the marriage, but the initially strong union gave way and broke up after a few years. After that, the ex-wife and son of the actor immigrated to the United States. Sergey fell into depression for a long time and still could not forgive his relatives.

Filippov's second wife was a woman named Antonina Golubeva, who turned out to be 13 years older than him. They were not an ideal couple and often quarreled: Antonina tried to control her husband in everything. The actor's wife died in 1989. This greatly shook the already poor health of Sergei. His cancer began to progress rapidly, and already in 1990, his beloved Soviet artist was gone. He was buried at the Northern Cemetery in St. Petersburg.