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Velikiĭ akter teatra i kino sėr Ėntoni Khopkins rasskazyvaet o blesti͡ashcheĭ karʹere, neprostom detstve, vzroslenii, lichnoĭ zhizni i puti k trezvosti v chestnykh i trogatelʹnykh memuarakh. Ėto vospominanii͡a khoroshego cheloveka s neprostym i silʹnym kharakterom, genii͡a perevoploshchenii͡a, kotoryĭ vot uzhe bolee 60 let vdokhnovli͡aet zriteleĭ svoim vydai͡ushchimsi͡a tvorchestvom. V knigu voshli fotografii iz lichnogo arkhiva Ėntoni Khopkinsa. Bestseller The New York Times i vybor redakt͡sii AmazonNeizgladimai͡a metka, vpechatannai͡a v moe nutro, - chuvstvo vechnoĭ neprikai͡annosti. No i͡a okazalsi͡a krepkim oreshkom. Imenno takim byl moĭ otet͡s - ne priznaval ni gluposteĭ, ni nezhnosteĭ. Ego glavnoe nastavlenie: "Prosto delaĭ svoe delo. Derzhi khvost pistoletom i ne noĭ". Neplokhoĭ sovet. I vtoroĭ: "Zhiznʹ - shtuka surovai͡a. Nu i chto? Ne sdavaĭsi͡a". Zhestkovato, konechno, no ėto pomoglo mne vystoi͡atʹ. Chem bolʹshe opleukh i͡a poluchal, tem aktivneĭ puskal v khod svoĭ glavnyĭ tri͡uk vyzhivanii͡a - vzgli͡ad, polnyĭ bezmolvnoĭ, neprobivaemoĭ otreshennosti. Ėtot vzgli͡ad vyrazhal moe polnoe ravnodushie k okruzhai͡ushcheĭ vrazhdebnosti. Nikakoĭ reakt͡sii. Smotretʹ v upor. Delatʹ vid, chto ikh ne sushchestvuet. Mne nravilasʹ ėta novoobretennai͡a sila. Ne pokazyvatʹ boli! Zarytʹ bolʹ poglubzhe, zamesti ee pod kover i idti dalʹshe. Vzroslykh ėto besilo - a mne tolʹko togo i nado bylo. Dli͡a poklonnikov tvorchestva sėra Ėntoni Khopkinsa, dli͡a li͡ubiteleĭ kinematografa i silʹnykh zhiznennykh istoriĭ. Zameshkavshisʹ, i͡a uronil ledenet͡s v pesok i razrevelsi͡a. Otet͡s s Kliffom tolʹko rassmei͡alisʹ. Mne dali vtorui͡u konfetu. Otet͡s naklonilsi͡a, chtoby meni͡a uspokoitʹ. Slezy vysokhli. Kliff sdelal foto. Odno iz samykh rannikh moikh vospominaniĭ. Mne bylo tri goda. Seĭchas, v svoi 87, i͡a inogda pogli͡adyvai͡u na ėtot snimok, i mne tak i khochetsi͡a skazatʹ tomu rasteri͡annomu malʹchuganu: "My spravilisʹ, parenʹ".

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."