Farrukh Karimovich Zakirov(Uzb. Farrux Zokirov, Farrukh Zokirov; born April 16, 1946) - Uzbek and Soviet pop singer, composer and actor. Artistic director of the ensemble "Yalla" (since 1976). The singer is a people's artist of 6 republics-states. Laureate of the State Prize of Uzbekistan. From May 2002 to July 2004 - Deputy Minister of Culture of Uzbekistan.
Biography
Farrukh Zakirov was born in Tashkent, in a family of professional musicians. His father is the baritone opera singer Karim Zakirov, People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR (1939) and soloist of the Uzbek State Opera and Ballet Theater named after Alisher Navoi. Mother - Shahista Saidova - also a singer, performer of folk songs, soloist of the Tashkent Musical Drama and Comedy Theater named after Mukimi. They met while studying at the Moscow Conservatory, got married. The family had five sons and a daughter: Batyr, Louise, Naufal, Farrukh, Jamshid, Ravshan. The children grew up in a hospitable house, which was often visited by the leading Uzbek artists and singers of that time. The atmosphere of art and creativity nourished the children in the family from an early age. This is how the musical and artistic dynasty of the Zakirovs was formed in Tashkent.
Filmography: Destiny (Taqdir)
Family
- Father - Karim Zakirov (1912-1977), opera singer (baritone), People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR.
- Brother - Batyr Zakirov, (1936 - 1985), Uzbek Soviet singer, writer, poet, artist and actor. The ancestor of variety art in the republic. People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR.
- Brother - Jamshid Zakirov (1949-2012), Soviet and Uzbek theater and film actor, TV presenter, Honored Artist of Uzbekistan.
- Sister - Louise Zakirova, singer.
- Niece - Nargiz Zakirova, daughter of Louise Zakirova, singer.
Honorary titles and awards
- People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR
- People's Artist of Karakalpakstan
- People's Artist of Kazakhstan
- People's Artist of Kyrgyzstan
- People's Artist of Tajikistan
- People's Artist of Ingushetia
In the summer of 1991, documents were submitted for the title of People's Artist of the USSR, but due to the August events of that year, this process did not reach its logical conclusion.
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Farrukh Karimovich Zakirov(uzb. Farrux Zokirov, Farrukh Zokirov; born April 16) - Uzbek and Soviet pop singer, composer and actor. Artistic director of the Yalla Ensemble (since 1976). The singer is a people's artist of 6 republics-states. Laureate of the State Prize of Uzbekistan. From May 2002 to July 2004 - Deputy Minister of Culture of Uzbekistan.
Biography
Farrukh Zakirov was born in Tashkent, in a family of professional musicians. His father is baritone opera singer Karim Zakirov, People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR (1939) and soloist of the Alisher Navoi Uzbek State Opera and Ballet Theatre. Mother - Shahista Saidova - also a singer, performer of folk songs, soloist of the Tashkent Musical Drama and Comedy Theater named after Mukimi. They met while studying at the Moscow Conservatory, got married. The family had five sons and a daughter: Batyr, Louise, Naufal, Farrukh, Jamshid, Ravshan. The children grew up in a hospitable house, which was often visited by the leading Uzbek artists and singers of that time. The atmosphere of art and creativity nourished the children in the family from an early age. This is how the musical and artistic dynasty of the Zakirovs was formed in Tashkent.
Filmography: Destiny (Taqdir)
Family
- Father - Karim Zakirov (1912-1977), opera singer (baritone), People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR.
- Brother - Batyr Zakirov, (1936 - 1985), Uzbek Soviet singer, writer, poet, artist and actor. The ancestor of variety art in the republic. People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR.
- Brother - Jamshid Zakirov (1949-2012), Soviet and Uzbek theater and film actor, TV presenter, Honored Artist of Uzbekistan.
- Sister - Louise Zakirova, singer.
- Niece - Nargiz Zakirova, daughter of Louise Zakirova, singer.
Honorary titles and awards
- People's Artist of Kyrgyzstan
In the summer of 1991, documents were submitted for the title of People's Artist of the USSR, but due to the August events of that year, this process did not reach its logical conclusion.
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– My God, you too?!.. And you?.. – was all he could say. - Well, why are you?In the ambulance, three bodies were already completely covered, and there was no longer any doubt that all these unfortunate people were already dead. So far, only one mother has survived, whose “awakening” I honestly admit, I did not envy at all. After all, seeing that she had lost her entire family, this woman could simply refuse to live.
- Dad, dad, and mom will wake up soon too? - As if nothing had happened, the girl asked happily.
The father stood in complete confusion, but I saw that he was struggling to gather himself in order to somehow calm his little daughter.
- Katenka, dear, mom will not wake up. She will no longer be with us,” my father said as calmly as possible.
- How will it not?! .. Are we all in the same place? We should be together!!! Isn't it? .. - little Katya did not give up.
I realized that it would be very difficult for a father to somehow explain to this little man - his daughter - that life had changed a lot for them and there would be no return to the old world, no matter how much she wanted to ... Father himself was in complete shock and , in my opinion, no less than a daughter needed consolation. The boy was the best so far, although I saw very well that he was also very, very scared. It all happened too suddenly, and none of them were ready for it. But, apparently, some kind of “masculinity instinct” worked for the boy when he saw his “big and strong” dad in such a confused state, and he, poor thing, purely like a man, took over the “reins of government” from the hands of his confused father into his own. small, shaking children's hands...
Before that, I had never seen people (except my grandfather) at the present moment of their death. And it was on that ill-fated evening that I realized how helpless and unprepared people meet the moment of their transition to another world! .. Probably the fear of something completely unknown to them, as well as the view of my body from the outside (but without their presence in it!) , created a real shock for those who did not suspect anything about it, but, unfortunately, already “leaving” people.
- Dad, dad, look - they are taking us away, and mom too! How can we find it now?
The little girl “shaked” her father by the sleeve, trying to attract his attention, but he was still somewhere “between the worlds” and did not pay any attention to her ... I was very surprised and even disappointed by such unworthy behavior of her father. No matter how frightened he was, a tiny man stood at his feet - his tiny daughter, in whose eyes he was the "strongest and best" dad in the world, whose participation and support she really needed at the moment. And to such an extent to become limp in her presence, in my opinion, he simply had no right ...
I saw that these poor children had absolutely no idea what to do now and where to go. To be honest, I had no idea either. But someone had to do something and I decided to intervene again, maybe it’s completely none of my business, but I just couldn’t calmly watch all this.
“Excuse me, what is your name?” I quietly asked my father.
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Farrukh Karimovich Zakirov(uzb. Farrux Zokirov, Farrukh Zokirov; born April 16) - Uzbek and Soviet pop singer, composer and actor. Artistic director of the Yalla Ensemble (since 1976). The singer is a people's artist of 6 republics-states. Laureate of the State Prize of Uzbekistan. From May 2002 to July 2004 - Deputy Minister of Culture of Uzbekistan.
Biography
Farrukh Zakirov was born in Tashkent, in a family of professional musicians. His father is baritone opera singer Karim Zakirov, People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR (1939) and soloist of the Alisher Navoi Uzbek State Opera and Ballet Theatre. Mother - Shahista Saidova - also a singer, performer of folk songs, soloist of the Tashkent Musical Drama and Comedy Theater named after Mukimi. They met while studying at the Moscow Conservatory, got married. The family had five sons and a daughter: Batyr, Louise, Naufal, Farrukh, Jamshid, Ravshan. The children grew up in a hospitable house, which was often visited by the leading Uzbek artists and singers of that time. The atmosphere of art and creativity nourished the children in the family from an early age. This is how the musical and artistic dynasty of the Zakirovs was formed in Tashkent.
Filmography: Destiny (Taqdir)
Family
- Father - Karim Zakirov (1912-1977), opera singer (baritone), People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR.
- Brother - Batyr Zakirov, (1936 - 1985), Uzbek Soviet singer, writer, poet, artist and actor. The ancestor of variety art in the republic. People's Artist of the Uzbek SSR.
- Brother - Jamshid Zakirov (1949-2012), Soviet and Uzbek theater and film actor, TV presenter, Honored Artist of Uzbekistan.
- Sister - Louise Zakirova, singer.
- Niece - Nargiz Zakirova, daughter of Louise Zakirova, singer.
Honorary titles and awards
- People's Artist of Kyrgyzstan
In the summer of 1991, documents were submitted for the title of People's Artist of the USSR, but due to the August events of that year, this process did not reach its logical conclusion.
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“Everyone has their own Achilles heel,” continued Prince Andrei. “With his great mind, donner dans ce ridicule!” [succumb to this pettiness!]Princess Mary could not understand the boldness of her brother's judgments and was preparing to object to him, when the expected steps were heard from the study: the prince entered quickly, cheerfully, as he always walked, as if deliberately with his hurried manner representing the opposite of the strict order of the house.
At the same instant, the big clock struck two, and others echoed in a thin voice in the drawing-room. The prince stopped; from under thick drooping eyebrows, lively, shining, stern eyes looked around at everyone and stopped at the young princess. The young princess experienced at that time the feeling that the courtiers feel at the royal entrance, the feeling of fear and reverence that this old man aroused in all those close to him. He stroked the princess on the head and then, with an awkward movement, patted her on the back of the head.
"I'm glad, I'm glad," he said, and, still looking intently into her eyes, he quickly walked away and sat down in his place. - Sit down, sit down! Mikhail Ivanovich, sit down.
He showed his daughter-in-law a place beside him. The waiter pulled out a chair for her.
- Go, go! said the old man, looking at her rounded waist. - Hurry up, not good!
He laughed dryly, coldly, unpleasantly, as he always laughed, with one mouth and not with his eyes.
“You have to walk, walk, as much as possible, as much as possible,” he said.
The little princess did not hear or did not want to hear his words. She was silent and seemed embarrassed. The prince asked her about her father, and the princess spoke and smiled. He asked her about common acquaintances: the princess became even more animated and began to talk, conveying to the prince bows and city gossip.
- La comtesse Apraksine, la pauvre, a perdu son Mariei, et elle a pleure les larmes de ses yeux, [Princess Apraksina, poor thing, lost her husband and cried out all her eyes,] - she said, more and more animated.
As she revived, the prince looked at her more and more sternly, and suddenly, as if he had studied her enough and formed a clear idea about her, turned away from her and turned to Mikhail Ivanovich.
- Well, Mikhail Ivanovich, Buonaparte is having a bad time with us. How did Prince Andrei (he always called his son that in the third person) told me what forces were gathering on him! And we all considered him an empty person.
Mikhail Ivanovich, who resolutely did not know when we had said such words about Bonaparte, but who understood that he was needed to enter into a favorite conversation, looked at the young prince in surprise, not knowing himself what would come of it.
He is a great tactician! - said the prince to his son, pointing to the architect.
And the conversation turned again to the war, about Bonaparte and the current generals and statesmen. The old prince, it seemed, was convinced not only that all the current leaders were boys who did not understand the ABCs of military and state affairs, and that Bonaparte was an insignificant Frenchman who had success only because there were no Potemkins and Suvorovs to oppose him; but he was even convinced that there were no political difficulties in Europe, there was no war either, but there was some kind of puppet comedy played by today's people, pretending to do business. Prince Andrei cheerfully endured his father's mockery of new people and with apparent joy called his father to a conversation and listened to him.
"Uch Kuduk", "Star of the East", "Shakhrisabz" ... Hits of Tashkent stars of the past. Two years ago, the Uzbek ensemble "Yalla" celebrated thirty years of the existence of its VIA.
But the permanent head of "Yalla" Farukh Zakirov is sure that they will still surprise the audience with new hits!
Is it possible to write something brighter for "Yalla" than "Uch Kuduk"?
- Why not? That was in 1980, when we, in company with the famous Russian poet Yuri Entin, went on our next tour of Uzbekistan. We traveled through the Kyzylkum desert, and Yuri, with his poetic gaze, somehow saw this industrial town located in the middle of the desert in a different way. Already an hour after walking along Uch Kuduk, Entin told me: "There is a song, let's make music." And literally in forty minutes I wrote music to the guitar. And in the evening at the concert we sang this song. So a song like this might well be born again. It's important to get inspired.
Have your songs ever been banned by Soviet censorship?
- The same "Uch Kuduk" was not released for a long time. The concert was attended by one of the secretaries of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Uzbekistan. He heard the song and said in surprise: “A song about Uch Kuduk?” No one has ever devoted a single verse to this city, and here is a whole song! This remark was taken by his subordinates as a ban. The whole year the song lay on the shelf. But there were people who, at their own peril and risk, played Uch Kuduk on Central Television. Thus, a new hit was born. Some time later, I spoke with that official, he explained that he did not want to inconvenience us. It turns out that he simply expressed his delight with that phrase.
At concerts, everyone is used to seeing you in an oriental costume. But, they say, in Tashkent you dress like a European?
- To be honest, to perform in an oriental costume in front of your own people is from the “butter oil” series. Compatriots are used to seeing me in a formal suit and tie.
You have many songs in Russian. I wonder what language you think in?
- My wife, with whom we have been living for eighteen years, is Russian. Before, I only thought in Russian. But now it's seventy percent in Uzbek. By the way, the wife is fluent in Turkish, but she does not speak Uzbek very well yet.
Evil tongues spread gossip that "Yalla" is a frequent guest at weddings in Uzbekistan these days. Like, not the same popularity ...
- It's the other way around! In Uzbekistan, singing at weddings is a great honor. A wedding is the most important event in the life of every person. People save up money to play the wedding of their children, save money for famous artists. For a musician, this is also a kind of landmark: if you are in demand, you are often invited, which means you are popular.
Is there such a thing as Uzbek show business in your homeland?
“We have a lot of interesting young people. That's why show business exists. And very well developed.
Do you listen to Russian artists?
Yes, we are watching them very closely. And young people, as I noticed, have recently been trying very hard to imitate Russian performers. It saddens me a little, because we ourselves have a lot of interesting things.
Why do you live in Uzbekistan and not in Russia? Many Soviet-era stars have long and successfully sung in Moscow...
- There is one simple explanation - I love my native Tashkent. Like all Eastern people, I honor the memory of my parents, who are buried on Uzbek soil. My father is People's Artist of Uzbekistan Karim Zakirov, one of the first national opera singers. And her mother is Shohista Saidova, a well-known singer in the republic who worked at the Uzbek Theater of Musical Drama.
Have your children followed in your professional footsteps?
- My father also expressed doubt - can there be so many musicians in one family? “You have to be either a very bright personality, or not to engage in art at all” - these are his words ... Both of my adult sons are studying abroad, and by no means music. Although the younger seems to have begun to look in her direction - well, let's see ... But the niece Nargiz, the daughter of Louise's sister, is an already accomplished singer, which, in my opinion, confirmed her participation in our current concert. The poet Ilya Reznik brought her to the professional road when he was looking for a vocalist for the musical film "The Bride from Viadyl". She even sang at the Jurmala festival, but out of the competition, as she did not have enough years to reach the age limit. Now she lives in America.
It is almost impossible to meet the musicians of the Uzbek band "Yalla". Even though they are frequent guests in Almaty - their performances are usually private, the arrival of the artists is strictly confidential. That's why the idea came to visit the soloist of VIA right in Tashkent. What else to do if the mountain does not go to Magomed?
There was also a reason - "Yalla" this year celebrated a kind of "anniversary": 32 years on stage! On this occasion, a grandiose show of the Uzbek group took place in Moscow in the concert hall "Russia". But the holidays passed, and, having learned that "Yalla" after the cold Moscow and St. Petersburg returned to Tashkent, we went to visit Farukh Zakirov.
The head is needed to wear a cap ...
Before meeting with the artist, we decided to take a walk around the city. Turar enthusiastically captures the scenes of life in the Uzbek capital. By chance, the Tashkent police get into the frame. Representatives of law and order, indignant at our "illegal actions," put us in the police "Tiko" without explanation and take us to the Yakkasaray police department. We explain that we are in a hurry to meet with Zakirov, if the meeting fails through their fault, there will be big trouble! We are being ignored.
Then we call Almaty: "Attention, colleagues, we have been detained!" At the sight of mobile phones alone, panic begins among the policemen. The police don't know what to do with us. And we demand not only to let us go, but also to apologize for illegal actions.
We are taken to the city department of internal affairs, "on a visit" to the big boss (we will not name his positions and surnames). The chief politely apologizes for the actions of his subordinates and explains that, it turns out, there is a rule according to which local policemen cannot be photographed without special permission. The case was hushed up only after we defiantly exposed the film. And in order not to hold a grudge against the Tashkent police, they "appeased" us with a tour of Tashkent and brought us to the meeting place with Zakirov.
We did not fail to tell Farukh Karimovich about what had happened. He commented on this with oriental wisdom: "Ask to bring a skullcap, it will be brought along with the head."
director himself
Our acquaintance took place in the respectable Beshagach district, where Farukh Karimovich lives. The artist apologized that he could not invite him to visit - his wife caught a cold, she feels unwell. In return, the artist promised us a rich cultural program: two concerts in the evening and a fragrant barbecue under the starry sky in a teahouse. We started the conversation in the afternoon on the open area of the cafe opposite the Ganga store.
We are presenting a gift brought from Almaty - a large bottle of aged brandy "Batyr", in memory of his elder brother - singer Batyr Zakirov. Farukh Karimovich touched:
With pleasure I will try cognac in a circle of friends. Rahmat!
We sit down at the table. Zakirov orders coffee with mineral water, we order green tea. While the waiters are fulfilling the order, the interlocutor lights a cigarette.
I smoke, - the artist answers, catching my surprised look, - and for a long time and a lot, two packs a day. I started smoking after the fourth grade. However, I don't drink alcohol. I organically do not tolerate alcohol, I am allergic to it.
Everyone is used to seeing you in an oriental costume. Why do you dress in European style at concerts in Tashkent?
Performing in an oriental costume in front of your own people is from the "butter oil" series. Compatriots are used to seeing me in a formal suit and tie.
Why don't the favorites of the CIS have their own personal website?
To my shame, I don't know how to use a computer. I would need to open my page, but I can’t even imagine who I can turn to for help.
And where is the retinue of assistants, producers, administrators?
You have to do everything yourself, even arrange performances.
wedding generals
I heard that you are frequent guests at weddings. Is it customary in Uzbekistan for stars to earn money by performing at family celebrations?
In Uzbekistan, singing at weddings is a great honor. A wedding is the most important event in the life of every person. People save up money to play the wedding of their children, save money for popular artists. For a musician, this is also a kind of landmark: if you are in demand, you are often invited - it means you are popular.
And what was it like in Soviet times?
Age-old traditions cannot be eradicated overnight by one regime. At that time, of course, we were reprimanded at a party meeting, disgraced in front of all the honest people. But we got out, responded with the same demagogic trick: they wanted to make a gift to friends. Who knew that money would be given? And to refuse - it is inconvenient.
The song "Uch Kuduk" was banned
You love Uzbekistan very much, every song is just an ode to your native land!
Yes, I enjoy singing about my homeland. Who else can boast of a whole cycle of songs about cities? Nobody. And we have "Shakhrisabz", and "Golden Domes of Samarkand", and "Tashkent" ...
Is Uch Kuduk a fictional city?
No, this is a real city, industrial. The song immediately became popular, but few people know that at first it was banned. She was born like this: the poet Yuri Entin, after walking around the city for an hour, wrote the words. Then he showed them to me, and I picked up a melody on the guitar. So in forty minutes the song was born. It was decided to sing it that very evening. The concert was attended by one of the secretaries of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Uzbekistan, I will not name his names. He heard the song and said in surprise: "A song about Uch Kuduk?" No one has ever devoted a single verse to this city, and here is a whole song!
This remark was taken by his subordinates as a ban. The whole year the song lay on the shelf. But there were people who, at their own peril and risk, played Uch Kuduk on Central Television. Thus, a new hit was born. Some time later, I spoke with that official, he explained that he did not want to inconvenience us. It turns out that he simply expressed his delight with that phrase.
The musician hung his frock coat on the back of a chair ...
For two days we accompanied Zakirov during his evening performances. Performing on several stages in one evening is a familiar routine for an artist. He was released only after ten in the evening. He wiped his stage make-up off his face, took off his tie and came out to us: "That's it, now I'm yours until the morning!"
We get into the official "Volga" and drive to the old city in anticipation of a delicious dinner. We continue the conversation over the most delicate barbecue.
I wonder why you are still working in Uzbekistan? You had so many opportunities to leave and work on the best stages in Russia!
And not only Russia, but also Israel and America. There is one simple explanation - I love my native Tashkent. Like all Eastern people, I honor the memory of my parents, who are buried on Uzbek soil. (Zakirov's father is People's Artist of Uzbekistan Karim Zakirov, one of the first national opera singers, his mother is Shokhista Saidova, a well-known singer in the republic who worked at the Uzbek Musical Drama Theater. - Author's note.) I cannot add anything unusual to this .
I grew up in the old city, in a mahalla (a microdistrict with its own administrative center - author's note), where everyone lives in community and communication, shares joys and sorrows. All that I got good was in my father's house. We had a gorgeous garden - more than twenty-eight acres. All the fruits that are on the territory of Uzbekistan grew there. Interesting people from the artistic circle, scientists, statesmen gathered at our house.
Do you have special feelings for your father?
May Allah forgive me for such careless words, mom is sacred, but we remember dad with special trepidation. He was a man of amazing kindness. I try to be like him in everything, to repeat his actions. An unusual atmosphere reigned in our family, we were friendly and united. “Children, when we leave, save this,” our mother pleaded. I remember the times spent in my father's house as the most carefree time spent behind the back of a good dad. Everything was fine until grief burst into the house - Batyr died. Unable to withstand these trials, our father passed away. He had a massive heart attack. As if the house was jinxed ...
Can we take a picture of you in your father's unique garden?
Unfortunately no. There was no place for it in the master plan of the new Tashkent, and it was demolished. Now a new maternity hospital has been placed on this site, which I find symbolic.
What was your mother like?
She performed male functions, was strict - a kind of artistic council. She kept everything under control, because it's not so easy to raise six children. Unfortunately, my mother herself did not have an artistic career, partly because of her character. She was very truthful, she did not know how to be hypocritical, she said everything she thought to her face. Not everyone liked it.
It must have been difficult for you to choose a profession. You had such landmarks - dad, brother ...
My brother did not want to accept me into his orchestra at all, he believed that he would be condemned: they say, he is dragging his mediocre brother. Dad dreamed that I would choose a "normal" profession, become, for example, a surgeon. I went to different circles: photography, ballet, boxing, cutting and sewing courses. After the eighth grade, I accidentally came to the school. The profession chose me. He quickly mastered musical notation. He entered the faculty of choral conducting - a fabulous profession. It always seemed to me that a conductor is a magician who performs a miracle with one stroke of his wand.
A little about the first and main love
Is it true what they say about you that you are an incorrigible romantic?
And what's wrong with that? This is common to all Eastern men. I wrote love letters in the fifth grade.
And to whom did they write? Who were your chosen ones?
These girls burst into my life like a bright light! One morning, during the next lesson, a sixth grader in a blue apron looked into the classroom. Everything was like in a movie! Her name was Venus. She was a year older than me. The peak of our relationship was cycling and an innocent kiss on the cheek. And here is another story. There was a ballet class in the Palace of Pioneers - oh, there was a flower garden of the most beautiful girls! I specifically came to admire them. Once I saw a dancer boy there: "So, you can get into this wonderful flower garden?" I rejoiced. Asked for a troupe. I was accepted thanks to the glory of brother Batyr. And here I met another love - a girl named Mamura. On the first day we learn the dance in a duet under the working title "Dance of Farukh and Mamura". I can't explain my condition - it's pure joy! Then we go on tour to Moscow. Four days on the road together - what else is needed for a young man in love? These were amazing times of real romance. It was enough for me to touch the idol. And nothing more was needed.
Marriages are not Uzbek
And how did you meet your wife?
I am married for the second time. Anechka and I have been together for sixteen years.
Is she an artist too?
No, she has a difficult profession - the wife of an artist. And the first time I got married very late. The fact is that everything in our family was somehow not Uzbek: either the son-in-law is not an Uzbek, or the wife is not an Uzbek, or even worse - older than her brother by several years. Can you imagine the shock of relatives and friends, tears in the eyes of parents?
I was average in the family, more or less aware of the mistakes of older brothers. I immediately set myself up for the fact that my marriage would be according to all Uzbek canons. Therefore, he did not marry for a long time, he was looking for an ideal. And once a peculiar woman came to our group "Yalla". I have always believed that a woman in an ensemble is a topic of contention. After all, one of the members of the team will definitely create an alliance with this woman, and an alliance within an alliance is antagonism that ends in conflict.
And now my friend has an affair with her. I watch them from the side, empathize - and involuntarily fall in love! It so happens that relatives do not allow a friend to marry - and I marry her. Although intuitively I understand that nothing works for us. I try to reassure myself that when everything is legalized and the child is born, everything will be settled. A child appears in the family, but this does not change anything. It is not good to talk about the past situation, but the fact is that I could not come to terms with its, to put it mildly, difficult character.
Simply put, you didn't get along?
You can say so. From my first marriage, I have a son, he is twenty-three years old. Now he is studying in America.
Does he have a grudge against you?
No, we communicate well with him. He came to me in Moscow for a concert. He loves me very much. I always tried to explain to him the truth that divorce is our relationship with my mother, and for him my mother is the holy of holies. But in my second marriage, I was lucky. Anechka is an amazingly kind person. My wife is twenty years younger than me. Russian. When we got married, she had a one and a half year old child in her arms. I am his father, and he is my youngest son. Misha is now studying in England, where his name is Michael.
Acquaintance with the second wife was also something like a flash of fire?
I wouldn't say so. I didn't experience shock. Just something jumped in the heart. We met by chance, at the Palace of Friendship of Peoples. She came after school to work at the Uzbekconcert, where I also worked. The girl made a good impression: "Wow!" - I thought to myself. She was only nineteen, she wore a long braid - an unforgettable romantic image. My wife calls me by my first name and patronymic, with "you" - Farukh Karimovich. We speak Russian at home.
At that moment, the artist's wife, as if sensing that we were talking about her, called Farukh Karimovich on her mobile phone. "Everything is fine, I'm with Kazakhstani friends," our interlocutor reassured her.
After a delicious dinner, Farukh Karimovich offers to take a walk around the city to show his favorite places. Here is the house in which the artist was born, here is the maternity hospital, where the famous Zakirovs' garden used to be, and here is the Palace of Friendship of Peoples, where he met his wife Anechka ...
Farukh Karimovich did not hide from us that he was flattered by our visit. Even a star of this level is pleased with every sign of attention ...
