Maya Plisetskaya why people are divided into good and bad
What else do you want to know about me, reader?
That I'm left-handed and do everything with my left hand? ..That I have all my life suffered from insomnia? .. That I have always been conflicted? Did you often climb into trouble? Could offend a man just like that, thoughtlessly, unfairly. Then I regretted ... That in me poles were combined - I could be wasteful and greedy, brave and cowardly, queen and shy? .. What I thought of nourishing face creams and loved, densely smeared them, put solitaire in the kitchen? .. What was yaroy a football fan (for the club CSKA)? .. What did she like herring, gently calling her "herring"? .. That she never smoked and did not like smokers, that a glass of wine made my head ache? .. What was stupid gullible and so same - impatient. I never knew how to wait ... I was sharp, impetuous ... What did I adore all my life, worshiped Shchedrin? ..
Or tell you, the reader, about your ballet, professional habits?
That before every class, every performance, Ipoured warm water into the heels of the ballet shoes (so that the foot would sit tight) ... What twisted the Soviet hryvnias into their leotards on their hips, pulling tightly the ends of the braid at the waist: the tights then farther sat ... What was most afraid to remember looking before entering the stage in the mirror - Whether the mouth is juicy, whether eyes are well brought up, or to me today it is a colorless moth in public ...
What is my philosophy?
How is all this - rubbish, trifles? Or trifles add to my appearance? What did I take for living my life, what philosophy? The most simple!
Simple - like a mug of water, like a breath of air.
People do not divide into classes, races, state systems. People are divided into bad and good. On very good and very bad. The only way.
Bloodthirsty revolutionaries, furiously swearing,that bad men will be replaced by some good ones, - they lied, they lied. Bad in all ages there were more, many more. Good always an exception, a gift of Heaven.
So much clever, obvious was uttered incenturies - from Christ, Buddha, Confucius, Habakkuk ... Have you heard, heard? So blood pours, lives are ruined, fates, hopes are distorted. So it will continue, there is no doubt, alas. Human biology is as follows.
Envy, greed, treachery, lies, betrayal, cruelty, ingratitude ... Is it possible to resist - sympathy, sincerity, compassion, kindness, self-sacrifice? .. Dudki. An unequal battle.
Where are these Good People?
But in every generation, in every corner of the earth, in the spaces forgotten by God, Good People are born and bear their cross. Our land is also resting on them. In Russian it is said very precisely:
not worth a village without a righteous man. To reduce their burdens and struggles to just the damned Soviet system is frivolity. There was all this, it was. It was foul, it was sickening.
But how the common vulgar envy prevented me, too,Ambitions, inflated self-conceit, slander, ridiculous rumors. .. Independence was the most difficult for me. That's what a luxury. Vain people endlessly tried to squeeze me into their groupings, drove them to insignificant banners, to take me into their ranks. What was sinful, but not this.
I wanted, I tried ...
I will say: I was independent. Diligently tried to be so. We had NEVER any privileges from the powers that be, nor rations, state flats, dachas. All earned their own sweat, their work. We bought our "Kremlin rations" in the Moscow markets ... Live ourself! .. I lived. I say to myself - honestly. Neither children, nor the elders, nor our smaller brothers - the beast - did not offend.
I did not betray friends. Debts returned. Well remembered and remember. I never envied anyone. I've lived my own business. Ballet lived. I did not do anything else in life properly. Little did only. Where more could. But thank you for that. I thank my nature that I did not give up, I did not give up, I did not give up.