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Annotat͡sii͡a k knige "Grustnai͡a kniga" Pili͡avskai͡a S.:"Chto vidishʹ, to i pishi, a chto ne vidishʹ - pisatʹ ne sleduet". Sofʹi͡a Stanislavovna Pili͡avskai͡a ne sluchaĭno vybrala ėti slova iz "Teatralʹnogo romana" Mikhaila Bulgakova ėpigrafom dli͡a svoeĭ "Grustnoĭ knigi". Pochemu grustnoĭ? Potomu chto drugoĭ ona bytʹ i ne mogla: Pili͡avskai͡a rodilasʹ v 1911-m i dozhila do 2000-go. V ee sudʹbu vmestilsi͡a vesʹ strashnyĭ KhKh vek, kotoryĭ ee ne shchadil, bil naotmashʹ: arest ott͡sa v 1937-m, voĭna, poteri͡a blizkikh. No v ėtoĭ zhenshchine bylo stolʹko dostoinstva, blagorodstva, stolʹko mudrosti i stoĭkosti, chto slomitʹ ee veku-volkodavu ne udalosʹ.Pili͡avskai͡a deĭstvitelʹno pisala tolʹko o tom, chto videla. A videla ona mnogoe i mnogikh. Elena Sergeevna Bulgakova, Olʹga Leonardovna Knipper-Chekhova, Ivan Mikhaĭlovich Moskvin i mnogie drugie predstanut pered vami zhivymi li͡udʹmi. Pili͡avskai͡a rasskazhet, kak Ivan Moskvin spas truppu teatra, okazavshui͡usi͡a v Minske nakanune okkupat͡sii, kak mkhatovt͡sy vykrali iz vagona s zekami repressirovannogo Nikolai͡a Ėrdmana, kak ona po prosʹbe Knipper-Chekhovoĭ stirala smertnui͡u rubakhu Antona Pavlovicha, kak posle aresta ee ott͡sa Stanislavskiĭ ne dal uvolitʹ ee iz teatra, gde ona prosluzhila do kont͡sa zhizni, sygrav mnozhestvo roleĭ.Ėto kniga grustnai͡a, no ne bezyskhodnai͡a. Potomu chto ona o li͡udi͡akh, u kotorykh bylo tvorchestvo, a znachit, oni znali, dli͡a chego zhivut. Chitatʹ dalʹshe…

Summary of the book "Sad Book" Pilyavskaya S.: "What you see, write, and what you don't see, you shouldn't write." Sofia Stanislavovna Pilyavskaya did not accidentally choose these words from Mikhail Bulgakov's "Theatrical Novel" as an epigraph for her "Sad Book". Why sad? Because she could not be any other: Pilyavskaya was born in 1911 and lived until 2000. Her fate contained the whole terrible twentieth century, which did not spare her, beat her backhand: my father's arrest in 1937, the war, the loss of loved ones. But there was so much dignity, nobility, so much wisdom and fortitude in this woman that the wolfhound failed to break her.Pilyavskaya really wrote only about what she saw. And she saw many things and many people. Elena Sergeevna Bulgakova, Olga Leonardovna Knipper-Chekhov, Ivan Mikhailovich Moskvin and many others will appear before you as living people. Pilyavskaya will tell how Ivan Moskvin saved the theater troupe that found itself in Minsk on the eve of the occupation, how the Moscow Art Theater workers stole the repressed Nikolai Erdman from the carriage with convicts, how she washed Anton Pavlovich's death shirt at the request of Knipper-Chekhov, how after the arrest of her father Stanislavsky did not allow her to be fired from the theater, where she served until the end of her life, having played many roles.This book is sad, but not hopeless. Because it's about people who had creativity, which means they knew what they were living for. Read more…