Bolshevo

Besides our building, which was all about cinema, there was also Bolshevo, thirty kilometers from Moscow, a resort where we spent our vacations. We usually went there in winter. In summer we lived in our country dacha, which Father had built himself. He loved planting tomatoes and potatoes and tending his apple trees. The filmmakers' house in Bolshevo had been built in 1936 by Shumyat-sky, who was the cinema commissar in those days. People went there to write screenplays, and many lived there...

Compromises

I joined the Communist Party in 1966. This is how it happened. About a year after I started working in television, I was told, ''You are invited to be a guest of honor for the May Day celebration at the State Committee for Television and Radio on Pyatnitskaya Street.'' That was unimaginable. I did pretty good work, but an honor like that I later learned the ulterior motive. Orders from higher up called for a young woman to represent the cinematographers who worked for television. There were...

Our House

It looked grim and gray, surrounded by a fence made of metal pipes. It was the prestigious House of Filmmakers, in which all residents were prominent film directors, producers, actors, writers, and cinematographers. All the interesting activities took place in the courtyard. There were lots of kids, and here I fell in love for the first time with Fedya Provorov, a boy with clear blue eyes, the son of the cameraman Fiodor Provorov, who lived in the house next door. His...