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Natalia Golubentseva’s Moscow
Not everyone knows her in person, but the voice of Nataly familiar to everyone since childhood. She voiced rabbit Stepashka in the legendary children's program, "Good night, kids!". Natalia Golubentseva was born in Moscow to the family son of composer Alexander Golubentsev and actress Nina Arkhipova.
"When I was a little girl, doctors diagnosed me with heart defect, and I was taken out for a walk on a wheel chair. It is fun to remember the way I was sitting on bentwood chair at Arbat Square and my mother looked down at me from the window – do I still breath down there ... "
First we lived on Arbat Square, this house demolished now. It was a communal apartment. We had a long U-shape corridor with 12 rooms and 30 people, a tiny toilet, gas column heated tub. Huge kitchen with two sinks with cold water. Аll the neighbors used to sort things out in the kitchen and kids enjoyed running along the corridors. I remember when our neighbor has the first TV, and we all went to watch it. TV was "KVN" with a small screen and the lens ... Actor Khanov and some other artists lived in the building. Rooms on the second floor were given to representatives of creative professions. The windows were not framed, with thick glasses. During the war, the glass cracked and was taped crosswise by strips of paper. I remember, I opened the window - it was at my height and even higher. They sold all kinds of all sorts of goodies, delicious things and water downstairs during demonstrations. We used to descend a basket with a rope filled with money, and we raised basket with sweets back up. When I was a little girl, doctors diagnosed me with heart defect, and I was taken out for a walk on a wheel chair. It is fun to remember the way I was sitting on bentwood chair at Arbat Square and my mother looked down at me from the window – do I still breath down there ... we moved out there in 1956, when I was 13 years old. ...More infoWalk ten meters along Vozdvizhenka street
My dad told me a lot of stories about Morozov's house, he really liked it for some reason, but I did not. He told me about the sculpture of a she-wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus located inside. Later, during my adult life I had a concert or a shooting in this house. I saw this she-wolf with my own eyes. However, my husband was also in the house and he claims that there is no wolf there. It is no longer possible to enter this building and we cannot really settle the dispute. ...More infoBack to the Arbat Square, go through the underpass to 2 Arbat street
As long as I can remember myself, "Prague" restaurant was closed all the time. At first, nothing happened there, and then began the repair, but I did not pay much attention. My dad remembered it before it closed for renovation. One day he said to me: "Tomorrow "Prague" restaurant opens up we'll go there." I must say that when I was living with my dad (after my parents divorced), sometimes we went to dinner in the "National" Restaurant ... Do not think that it was the same as now. It was just a cafe, a quiet place. This time we went to the "Prague". There were our favorite stand-up tables - you know, these high tables where you have to stand up. We had sausages with cabbage and it was just awesome. In another corner was a cafe where we ate meatballs with peas. I remember it very well - not that we went to a restaurant, and simply - it was very tasty. ...More infoCross Novy Arbat and go to 7b Nikitsky Boulevard
Friend of my, a little boy lived in this Polars building. I went to visit him there. Once I came, and the boy's mother told me that her son had behaves very badly, so she'll give me his favorite ginger cat. So she did. I must say that I was sort of a Cat Lady those days and loved cats very much. I used to drag home wild cats from all garbage dumps in the neighborhood. My mom used to sprinkle these dirty cats with detergent and wash it with soap ... And then I got this elegant red cat. He lived with us for a long time. My dad was yachtsman and when we went to travel on the boat, we took this cat, with us. He liked to dive into the water! It was the only cat I had that liked to swim. ...More infoGo up the boulevard to intersection with Bolshaya Nikitskaya street and follow it to the center to house 13
Chief Administrator of the Conservatory was our friend. Therefore, we have always been able to go to any concert and sat in the prestigious box. I went to the conservatory very often I was friends with almost all - musicians, artists ...Follow Nikitskaya street to Romanov lane, turn right and go to the house number 3
I went to school number 92. It was located in two buildings. The first was at the former Kalinin Prospect, there was a “sitting Kalinin” statue by the building. Then the house became the department Institute of Oriental Studies. We had a separate education back then. Girls were on the second floor and the boys on the third. They came down to hector us - shoot slingshots with feathers in our tender feet. My dad was a theater composer, was very fond of the theater. When I went to the 4 grade he started to teach in the school drama club. This was a one-class theater. Both boys and girls were welcome to the drama club. After 4th grade, we moved to an adjacent room. It was an old house; they converted it to the Conservatory dorm later on. Our drama team went on even after we graduated from school. Next to the school was a house on Granovsky Street, where the children lived, which came to us in the fifth grade. Before that, they went to some special school. After Stalin's death and the debunking of the cult of his personality was an article in the newspaper about these privileged children that they are brought to schools by cars with drivers and that they are so-and-so. We were told that we should bring the whole thing in the proletarian order. One day these people came to our class. My girlfriend - Lena Poskrebysheva was among them. We studied with children of Malinowski, Khrushchev - though not in my class. Only Lena Poskrebysheva and a nephew of a minister were in our class. Lena and I were good friends, I went to visit her at her home and their house on the country side. She was an excellent student; she studied easily and was very fond of poetry. We had read the verses of poets who were not in school program like Esenin, Khlebnikov, Bryusov. When we graduated from school, it was transferred to another building to the street in front of the Mayakovsky theater. There we were coming already for reunions. Then our teachers gradually left, and we stopped to meet there - after all, this was not our school. ...More infoBack to Bolshaya Nikitskaya, cross the street to get to Gazetny lane and on it to building 13/15
The house where I now live now called “The House of a Hundred Grand Pianos”. There is a book released by children and grandchildren of musicians who lived here. We have a solid brick house, but the soundproofing is not very good. My dad often played music at home. Musicologist Konstantin Rozenshild lived upstairs. He would call us and ask my dad "Alexander, please, play "Flowers" one more time for me, I really like." Ones my dad was given a cuckoo clock by his students. He hung them on the wall that bordered with Leo Ginzburg’s flat. Once dad asked him, "Does my clock bother you?" He said, 'No, it does not, but I wake up every hour." I had to remove this cuckoo. ...More infoExit at Tverskaya street and walk to the intersection with Mohovaya, to the "National" hotel
We often went for lunch and dinner to the "National" hotel. Amazing people used to gather there – Svetlov, Olesha, my uncle Nikolai Golubentsev (he was a reciter), and my Dad. It was such a special club. When our house phone rang, I said, "Call me in a minute." Ran to the "National", there was a doorman who could have not allowed someone in, however, in my case I would ran and yell: "hello, I'm here to see my dad!" He would always let me in. I can say that "National" hotel was so our "half-home." I loved the iced coffee there the best. It's not a hot coffee with ice cream on top, as they make it now. It was a cold coffee with ice cream served in the "National". If you ask me, the iced coffee is exactly what was served in the "National" ... the most delicious that can be. What a hodgepodge was there! It was a real one - with capers, black olives. We even kept the menu of 1946. You can see absolutely amazing things there. ...More infoOur walk over