Мы справились, парень: Мемуары

Velykyy akter teatra y kyno ser Entony Khopkyns rasskazyvaet o blestyashchey karere, neprostom detstve, vzroslenyy, lychnoy zhyzny y puty k trezvosty v chestnykh y trogatelnykh memuarakh. Eto vospomynanyya khoroshego cheloveka s neprostym y sylnym kharakterom, genyya perevoploshchenyya, kotoryy vot uzhe bolee 60 let vdokhnovlyaet zryteley svoym vydayushchymsya tvorchestvom. V knygu voshly fotografyy yz lychnogo arkhyva Entony Khopkynsa. Bestseller The New York Times y vybor redaktsyy AmazonNeyzgladymaya metka, vpechatannaya v moe nutro, — chuvstvo vechnoy neprykayannosty. No ya okazalsya krepkym oreshkom. Ymenno takym byl moy otets — ne pryznaval ny glupostey, ny nezhnostey. Ego glavnoe nastavlenye: «Prosto delay svoe delo. Derzhy khvost pystoletom y ne noy». Neplokhoy sovet. Y vtoroy: «Zhyzn — shtuka surovaya. Nu y chto? Ne sdavaysya». Zhestkovato, konechno, no eto pomoglo mne vystoyat. Chem bolshe opleukh ya poluchal, tem aktyvney puskal v khod svoy glavnyy tryuk vyzhyvanyya — vzglyad, polnyy bezmolvnoy, neprobyvaemoy otreshennosty. Etot vzglyad vyrazhal moe polnoe ravnodushye k okruzhayushchey vrazhdebnosty. Nykakoy reaktsyy. Smotret v upor. Delat vyd, chto ykh ne sushchestvuet. Mne nravylas eta novoobretennaya syla. Ne pokazyvat boly! Zaryt bol poglubzhe, zamesty ee pod kover y ydty dalshe. Vzroslykh eto besylo — a mne tolko togo y nado bylo. Dlya poklonnykov tvorchestva sera Entony Khopkynsa, dlya lyubyteley kynematografa y sylnykh zhyznennykh ystoryy. Zameshkavshys, ya uronyl ledenets v pesok y razrevelsya. Otets s Klyffom tolko rassmeyalys. Mne daly vtoruyu konfetu. Otets naklonylsya, chtoby menya uspokoyt. Slezy vysokhly. Klyff sdelal foto. Odno yz samykh rannykh moykh vospomynanyy. Mne bylo try goda. Seychas, v svoy 87, ya ynogda poglyadyvayu na etot snymok, y mne tak y khochetsya skazat tomu rasteryannomu malchuganu: «My spravylys, paren».

The great actor of theater and cinema, Sir Anthony Hopkins, talks about a brilliant career, a difficult childhood, growing up, personal life and the path to sobriety in an honest and touching memoir. These are the memories of a good man with a difficult and strong character, a genius of transformation, who has been inspiring viewers with his outstanding work for more than 60 years. The book includes photographs from Anthony Hopkins' personal archive. The New York Times bestseller and the Amazon editorial board's choice, the indelible mark imprinted in my gut is the feeling of eternal restlessness. But I turned out to be a tough nut to crack. That's exactly what my father was like, he didn't accept any nonsense or tenderness. His main instruction: "Just do your thing. Keep your tail on the gun and don't whine." Good advice. And the second one: "Life is a harsh thing. So what? Don't give up." It was harsh, of course, but it helped me to survive. The more slaps I got, the more I used my main survival trick—a look full of silent, impenetrable detachment. This look expressed my complete indifference to the surrounding hostility. There was no reaction. To look at point blank range. Pretend they don't exist. I loved this newfound power. Don't show any pain! Bury the pain deeper, sweep it under the carpet and move on. It infuriated the adults, and that was all I needed. For fans of Sir Anthony Hopkins, for fans of cinema and strong life stories. Hesitating, I dropped the lollipop in the sand and burst into tears. Cliff and Dad just laughed. They gave me a second piece of candy. My father bent down to comfort me. The tears dried up. Cliff took a photo. One of my earliest memories. I was three years old. Now, at 87, I sometimes look at this picture, and I just want to say to that confused boy: "We did it, man."