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Very serious injury to thirty years it had passed.

Oleg Belakovsky, the renowned sports physician, said that nature worked Streltsov with a large margin: the functional readiness he was high even after the misconduct, but to protect yourself from injury helped and very powerful case that he was covering the defenders access to the ball, and the long muscles of the thighs.

But the defenders had not parted with hope to break Streltsov. And the first wife of Edward after many years admitted in the marital bed, she had to touch her husband with caution, after the games, his whole body hurt.

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the Stadium was watching him one, by refusing to skepticism, quenching impatience, everyone in the stands was hoping to see a step Streltsov meet our expectations from him, at least a hint of miracle. To hint he condescended. Preparerow ball caressing touch, he moved with him directly, looked at the defenders, as if recounting them, put what is expected in a short phrase, point, comma, composing on the move, ingenious zigzag…

He stopped as paused, as if something very important remembering, and the ball prokinetic heel, flashed to the left under attack Ivanov. And in a moment, not even looking at the ball from the billiard virtuosity plunging into the corner, Kuzma ran over to Edward and squeezed his hands apart, smiling cheek.

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… the Prisoners, on the one hand, of course, I wanted to see the most famous player in the business. But, on the other hand, how to resist the temptation to make fun of the defenseless talent. Sagittarius put your team, no one to strike the ball could not, in the opposite characters, who had seen the prison-camp types. Edward is not the first year of sat have known what to expect, and precautions were taken to penalty area did not come close, once the slag did not run, stood himself as in times of peace. But with every step Streltsov hunting for him Umballa tried to hurt him where it hurts. He, and omits, was already covered in cuts and bruises. Gates and his team flew in with a dozen goals.

archers disgrace under incessant whistling. And he broke down and “flooded in nonsense” speaking in the language of his new colleagues. And there’s the whole criminal gang appeared in front of him powerless. He scored goal after goal area was roaring, like it happens on “Marakan”. In the village of Valasek there was a commotion – raised the alarm of the holiday vohrovtsy and firefighters. For the area decided that in the camp a riot broke out. Thousand-armed crowd in jackets rocked after the match Edik.

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On the field he had no equal in freedom, the inner freedom, which all his life he was guided by intuitive, although accused him of insufficient hardness. And in the did games, he remained relaxed��, free, waiting, what will descend to him from above and he will play adequately its capabilities. With the same freedom he was trying to live and ordinary life, waiting for and here the same, both on the field and in the stands, forgiveness for mistakes, which he bathed in a flash of inspiration. Only existed outside of football – what he was in his youth and is not suspected of the point of application of his gift.

And Edward with their freedom was doomed to trouble and unhappiness.

Joseph Raihelgauz, theatre Director:

I Read with 5-year-old granddaughter of the Russian classics – and do not stop to answer her medical questions.

Only disperse in “the Tale of Golden Cockerel”: “…dashing guests / Coming from the sea. With anger / Indus cried the Tsar Dadon” – so then: “who’s Inda? What is dadon?”

These issues, even give birth to my creative plans. “The nose” by Gogol called a granddaughter so excited that I suddenly thought, I don’t remember serious modern productions of “the Nose” – and as famously would be doing it! Called the composer Maxim Dunaevsky, poet Vadim Zhuk, which we have done in the theatre musical “the Overcoat” – and they caught my enthusiasm. Together now think on this subject.

I also have a large wardrobe, in which there are only books donated by the authors, with autographs. There Aitmatov, Okudzhava, Yevtushenko, Nagibin, and not only. I wanted this Cabinet to sort out, to arrange the books, at least the height of the spine. And make it for two months! Get Gorin, read a page, and from somewhere tears: I recall our gatherings, conversations at midnight. And Gorin is the Cossacks.