9 Dec 2017
The artist has passed away Leonid Bronevoy. Gruppenführer Müller from “Seventeen Moments of Spring”, the Elector of Hanover from the film “That Same Munchausen”, and the coupletist Arkady Velyurov from “Pokrovskie Vorota”.
— Who doesn’t drink? Name them!
- Note, I didn’t suggest this!
"War isn't poker. You can't just declare it whenever you want!"
- Stirlitz, I ask you to stay.
Born in 1928 in Kiev. Father, Solomon Faktorovich, He became a Bronev during the Civil War—the Faktorovich brothers blew up a White Guard armored car with a grenade, and they were all nicknamed "Bronevs," a nickname that migrated into documents. On his brother's advice, Solomon joined the GPU, the economics department, to wring "NEPmen's gold" for the state. His wife, Bella Landau, begged not to do it.
They came for my father in 1936. My mother didn't shed a tear—later she said she cried her eyes out when she begged him not to get involved with the authorities. My father was given a five-year sentence under Article 58, recalling his support of Trotsky in the early 1920s. A neighbor boy, whom my father had saved from starvation by getting a job with the GPU, conducted the interrogations, knocking out my father's teeth. They met some time later in Kolyma—my neighbor, also sent to a camp, froze to death on his first day cutting wood.
Every crime you commit has its own punishment. You must pay for it. At best, with your health; at worst, with your life; and at worst, with the lives of your family and friends, whom you love more than yourself.
To avoid arrest, the mother and father divorced and changed their son's patronymic to "Sergeevich," but the stigma of "son of an enemy of the people" poisoned the life of Bronevoy Jr. for many years.
During the war they were evacuated to Kazakhstan Shymkent There, Lenya worked part-time as a baker's apprentice, a secretary-typist, and a worker in the sewing shop at a puppet theater. He retained a lifelong gratitude to the people of Central Asia.
We, the ragged, hungry, lice-ridden, orphaned, and wretched, were given shelter in the Central Asian republics during the war. Uzbeks, Kazakhs, and Tajiks let evacuees live under the roofs of their homes, sharing their last bread with us, and now in Moscow their children and grandchildren are considered worthless.
After school I entered Tashkent Attempts to choose a different major and a different university were unsuccessful due to a "stain" on his biography. He worked as a radio announcer during the day and as an accordionist in diners in the evenings. He translated poetry from Uzbek for publishers.
Upon assignment, I was sent to Magnitogorsk. Then moved to Chkalov (present-day Orenburg). I was given almost no roles—I had little experience. In 1953, I went to enroll in the Moscow Art Theatre School. After the audition, I was accepted straight into the third year.
After receiving his diploma, he worked in Grozny, Irkutsk, Voronezh. Local newspapers wrote:
We all love this Leonid Bronevoy.
And we don’t need anything else!
In 1962, he was left alone with a 4-year-old daughter - his wife died of cancer. We went to Moscow My first theater auditions were unsuccessful. I earned money by playing dominoes.
Then I was taken to the Theatre on Malaya Bronnaya, where I worked for 25 years.
I don't like positive heroes; I find them unpleasant. There's a certain falsehood, a certain pathos, to them. The most wonderful roles are the negative ones. The roles of people who don't exactly do evil, but simply disagree with "Hurray!" and "Long live!"
He made his film debut in the 1960s. He became a cult actor in 1973, playing Heinrich Müller in the film Tatyana Lioznova "17 Moments of Spring." The character was so vivid that there's even a story about Bronevoy being awarded an award for the film, and the order listed "Müller."
Since 1988 he worked at Lenkom.
He appeared on stage until 2016, when he played his last role as Prince Sobakin in the play “Day of the Oprichnik” based on Sorokin’s play.
I couldn't retire completely. I'd sit at home, mope, do nothing, be sad, and eventually die quickly. While my legs can walk, my eyes can see, and my heart beats, I have to work.
He passed away at the age of 88, leaving behind many images with inimitable intonation.