Marina Vladi passed away

You need to live your life in such a way that the news of your departure would blow up the feeds of news agencies and social networks of a country where the heroine of our article has not been for a very long time.

Although she always called herself Russian, spoke Russian almost better than us, honored Russia and worshiped it. She believed - and also in Russian. Actively, ardently, saturating faith with actions. Hope. With love.

Marina Vladi, Marina Vladimirovna Polyakova-Baidarova, the daughter of emigrants, born in Paris, conquered both France itself and Europe with her incredible fresh beauty, endless talent and freedom. And when she came to Russia, even though our country was then called the USSR, she conquered us. The sorceress Olesya, the first main character in her huge filmography. Our bard, our genius, our Hamlet (from Shakespeare's tragedy) from Taganka fell in love with her. And our Khlopusha (from Yesenin’s poem “Pugachev”). And also from Taganka.

Vysotsky fell in love with Marina. And Marina fell in love with Vysotsky.

Everything else, in general, has been discussed, re-discussed and re-re-discussed. Their romance, their marriage, his departure, her memoirs about him, “Interrupted Flight.” In them she conducts a dialogue with her beloved. Knowing that he won't answer her.

Her performances are about him. Her longing for him. In short, all that Russianness that we understand down to the last punctuation mark. And which was absolutely indifferent to both France and the French.

We probably had the opportunity to say, albeit after the fact, recognizing reality, thank you to Marina Vladimirovna.

She saved him almost around the clock. I wasn't saving it for myself. And for us.

No matter how he behaved, no matter who he was interested in, in the end Vysotsky, this very focus of a stormy gift and a concentrate of the highest standard of tough male habits and rules, always returned to Marina. To bury myself in her lap.

Because he knew that she loved him. Selflessly.

He knew that she had given up herself for him. She forgot—for his sake alone—about the children, and put her career on pause for such a long time that she eventually had to give it up.

For a Russian woman, who always accepts her man - and with all the twists of male nature - this is nothing more than the norm. In France, Vladi was considered unscrupulous, even behind the scenes. Because she put fame, her own talent, money, strength and energy at the service of her love. And in her memoirs, by the way, she deliberately muffles this sacrifice.

Because she knew that he loved her. And that made her happy. Because he was nearby. Even when he wasn't around.

Yesterday the life of the beautiful Marina Vladi came to an end.