They met on August 19, 1969, when she was celebrating her thirty-second birthday in a restaurant. It was in Narva, on the set of King Lear. We got married almost immediately.
In 1973, again on her birthday, on the set of the Omega Option in Tallinn, he gave her a bucket of roses. Exactly thirty-six pieces. And there, in Tallinn, introducing her to Rolan Bykov, he said proudly and significantly: "Liza Eichenbaum, she is also Countess Apraksina, she is now Dal."
She was not going to change her maiden name, but he looked at her so sternly at the registry office and beamed like a child when she agreed to take his last name ...
Novaya Gazeta has already talked about Oleg Dal, and the last time - quite recently (No. 20 (D) of May 25-28, 2000). Among the reader's responses to this publication was the following: "The only thing that was missing was photographs of Oleg Dal's wife and a little more information about her." I visited Elizaveta Alekseevna Dal again, took photographs, and we talked about her.
It seems to me that Lisa's life is interesting even without Oleg Dal. Although, of course, it is a blessing that Oleg Dal was in her life.
Let me remind the dear reader that Elizaveta Alekseevna is a granddaughter, and her mother, Olga Borisovna, is the daughter of Boris Mikhailovich Eikhenbaum, a famous literary critic, literary historian, scientist of world renown.
August 8 this year it will be a year since Olga Borisovna Eikhenbaum passed away.
And in the spring next year it will be twenty years since Oleg Ivanovich Dal passed away.
Juliette Mazina was once asked: “Is it difficult to be the wife of a genius?” Federico Fellini's wife replied: "That's better than being the wife of a fool."
Elizaveta Alekseevna Dal was the wife of a genius

When Dal and Lisa got married, they began to change their Leningrad apartment for Moscow. Changed for a long time - two years. We found an option on Novatorov Street (“Olechka said: in settlements”), Khrushchev, two-room. It took Dahl an hour and a half to get to the theater. Taxi cost 5 r. And Oleg received 160 re in the theater. There was also no money from the cinema on a particularly large scale. Dahl did not act in films in order to earn money. And more refused than agreed. So: there was not always money for a taxi, and Dal hated to ride the bus, they recognized him, pestered him with questions, drunks offered him a drink.
The apartment was tiny, the audibility was terrible, downstairs the grandmother was indignant: your kittens are stomping and disturbing my sleep ... However, Dal did not lose heart. “The four of us lived there,” Lisa recalls. - Oleg, me, mom and a sense of humor.
Once Liza went out to the store for a minute, and when she returned, she found this picture: Oleg and his mother are lying on the floor and painting the battery with different paints. The battery is hot, the paint evaporates and smells, and the painters laugh to tears and make Lisa admire their skill: the battery is all the colors of the rainbow, it's beautiful, it's avant-garde! And on the pink door of their bedroom, Dahl painted a naked woman in the Garden of Eden. Liza shyly sketched the details for her. Then, when they moved to Smolensky Boulevard, the people who moved into their apartment on Novatorov Street, looking at the battery and the door, were surprised: who lived here? Kindergarten...
With the white house on Smolensky Boulevard, everything was also strange. Once Dal with actor Igor Vasiliev drove past this house - it was still under construction - and said: I will live here, this will be my home.
Said and forgot. I remembered it only ten years later, when I came here with a viewing order.
Dahl was happy in this apartment. Three rooms, a huge hall, and you go up to the window - a lot of sky and roofs are visible. “This is not an apartment,” Dahl said, “This is a dream.” Even on Innovators, he once confessed to Lisa: “I dream of such an apartment so that when they call me on the phone, you could, without prevaricating, say:“ I’ll see if he’s at home or not.
Then they made him an office out of the hall. And happiness became transcendent. He could, when he wanted, be alone with himself. Read, write, draw, listen to music.
Now he was saying to Elizaveta Alekseevna seriously and ceremoniously: “Madame! You are free for today. I will write at night. And then I’ll fall asleep on the couch, in the office. ” Olga Borisovna exclaimed: “Olezhechka! But the sofa is narrow. “I am also narrow,” Dal reassured his mother-in-law.
Oleg brought his mother to Smolensky Boulevard. Both mothers, both Oleg's mother and Liza's mother, did not work, both were pensioners. And Lisa didn't work. So wanted Oleg. He said: “When you serve me, you bring more use to cinematography than sitting at the editing table. They can replace you there."
And Lisa began to serve Oleg. And never regretted it.
The wife of one actor once passionately said to Lisa: “Of course he loves you! And why not love ... You tell him every day from morning to evening that he is a genius. Lisa laughed. If she told Dahl that he was a genius, then only as a joke, seriously, he would not allow her to do this ...
Maya Kristalinskaya, with whom Dal once introduced her at the House of Cinematographers, looking carefully at Lisa, said: “You must be very happy.” Lisa thought for a moment and after a pause said, “Yes.” But since then, this question has been answered without hesitation.
Elizaveta Alekseevna tells me: it is very important to know that you are happy at the very moment when you are really happy; not after, not later, when everything will pass and you suddenly catch yourself and start to kill yourself: oh, it turns out that I was happy then and did not know, did not guess about it; no, you need to know about your happiness at the moment of its birth, at the moment of existence.
At first, she was selfishly offended when he, even when sober, came home in a rage and vented his evil on her. Then I realized that this did not apply to her, that he just needed to be discharged. She learned to be patient. And - learned. And having remained silent, without bucking, right there, five minutes later, she received from him such dumb gratitude for taking everything upon herself, swallowing and smiling, not at all offended ...
She felt the main thing: it helps him a lot - to know that he can come home as he is, and he will be understood. He did not have to spend additional energy on pretending, acting, acting at home too.

Lisa introduced Dal to Shklovsky, Andronnikov, Kaverin. Dahl was alone in the acting environment. And these great old men adored. And they loved him dearly.
Shklovsky called Dahl "a man of perfect movement."
Andronnikov, after listening to Lermontov's poetry performed by Dahl, said: "He owns the secret of Yakhontov - the secret of slow reading."
And Kaverin admitted: “I was deeply shocked to learn about his untimely death. I hoped that in time we would become friends.”

The first telegram she received from him (not yet married): "Let me kiss you."
Then there were miracle letters. He liked to write to her from the tour. He could suddenly write: “I dream of you cheerful and in a sundress.”
Or here - from 27.9.70. From Moscow - to Leningrad:
"This morning, wandering through yellow leaves covering the cold earth, thought of you with beautiful longing.
With the beautiful because she was bright.
My heart is good and calm, because you are in my thoughts.
My mood is calm and blissful. I share it with you generously, like autumn.
I gently and gently hug you and barely touch your face, kiss and breathe with your eyes.
I don't know what love is. I don’t know how to understand this designation of a certain feeling or its meaning.
But it seems to me that I feel something extraordinary, like a child who is waiting to wake up after new year's eve. The air smells of tangerines, a Christmas tree, plush hares, and I want to keep my eyes closed for as long as possible ... "

In February 1980, Dahl said: "First Vysotsky will leave, and then I will."
Vysotsky died in July 1980. Dahl died on March 3, 1981.
And a month before, Lisa woke up and found him sitting in front of the TV. He watched cartoons early in the morning. He looked so seriously, intently, that she was frightened. She came over and hugged him. He raised his head and softly said, "I'm so sorry for the three of you." Meaning her and the two moms. “Why, Olezhka? Lisa asked. - We are happy with you. - "With me ... And without me?"
“After everything,” a friend said to Lisa: “Now he will be imagining you all the time. You will leave the house, and suddenly someone's gait, someone's turn of the head, someone's facial features will remind him.
But no one, ever, anywhere, and nothing reminded her of him.
“Even before I met Oleg, when I was just watching him in the cinema, he struck me with some kind of otherness. So unearthly and remained.
He really is so unlike anyone that you still involuntarily wonder: is he of earthly origin?
I want to believe that the earth. Otherwise, it's a shame for humanity.

P.S.
I'm afraid, I again got not only about Liza, but more - about Oleg and Liza, or even Oleg too much ... Although, no, Oleg Dal cannot be too much. For her.

Spouse famous actor Lisa Dahl made public the intimate letters of the famous actor, which are not inferior to Pushkin's in imagery and sincerity

The personal fate of Oleg Dal is replete with sharp turns. The actor was an uncompromising, sharp and closed person even from friends. Dissatisfaction with oneself, those around them, the roles that one had to play often spilled over to loved ones. Given Dahl's addiction to alcohol, life with him is called easy tongue won't turn back. It is all the more surprising to read Oleg Ivanovich's letters to his wife Liza, with whom they lived for 10 years, until the death of the actor in 1981.

“This morning, wandering through the yellow leaves covering the cooling ground, I thought of you with wonderful longing,” Oleg Dal writes to his wife. - With the beautiful because she was bright. My heart is good and calm, because you are in my thoughts. My mood is calm and blissful. I share it with you generously, like autumn. I gently and gently hug you and barely touch your face, kiss and breathe with your eyes. I don't know what love is. I don’t know how to understand this designation of a certain feeling or its meaning. But it seems to me, I feel something extraordinary, like a child who is waiting to wake up after New Year's Eve. The air smells of tangerines, a Christmas tree, plush hares, and I want to keep my eyes closed for as long as possible ... "

Oleg Dal has not been with us for 35 years, and there are still many mysteries in his biography. The actor himself was very closed person almost never gave interviews. After his departure, Dahl's widow, Elizabeth, lived another 22 years. And one of the few people to whom she told about her life with the artist and entrusted correspondence with her husband was Alexander Ivanov, a film critic, author of several books about Oleg Dal.

I met Liza, the widow of Oleg Dal, in the second half of the 1980s. She was barely fifty. A pretty, even beautiful, very hospitable woman. Our communication gradually grew into a friendship that lasted more than a decade and a half. Our conversations with Lisa about her and about Oleg Dal continued almost constantly (sometimes daily) for nine years. And if at first, back in the 80s, we dreamed of creating some kind of book of her memoirs about Oleg, then after a couple of years she very nervously asked a question to one of our mutual acquaintances: “I tell Sasha about something that I didn’t share even with my own mother ! Isn't there too much frankness ?!

The seemingly rhetorical question was resolved on September 5, 1997. On this day, Liza and I, according to the usual scheme, talked "only on one specific topic." Either the conversation itself dragged on for an indecently long time and finally tired her (we talked about Oleg Dal's literary experiments for eight and a half hours!). Whether it was at this meeting that she felt a certain final limit and realized for herself: no further word is needed, but only I have never been to Oleg Dal's house again. We parted, meanwhile, in an amicable way, expressing the hope for tomorrow's meeting. It was a very cold evening, and Liza wrapped my neck right over the jeans with Oleg's woolen scarf. We kissed goodbye...

Then there were many telephone conversations, and our personal meeting took place only in 2001. Lisa then asked me: “Do you take good care of the materials of our conversations with you?” - "Better than my own eyes." She paused and said: “I wonder how all this will be perceived in fifteen years? Will they still remember Oleg? About me in his life? Will you publish? .. "-" We'll see ... "

And now fifteen years have flown by. November 27 marks 46 years since the start of a ten-year marital journey of two people: artist Oleg Dal and editor Lisa Apraksina (maiden name of Elizaveta Alekseevna. - Ed.), who became the faithful "squire" of this unusual, complex, contradictory, sometimes cruel, the most talented person. Do you know geniuses who are different?

Sometimes you have to go for some ... provocations, or something. Therefore, having agreed on the next meeting with Lisa Dahl on her unoccupied day with household chores, I already had a rough idea of ​​what we would talk about. Exactly at noon on March 31, 1996, I called the apartment on Smolensky Boulevard. Five minutes later, Liza and I were sitting opposite each other in Oleg's office. It was her favorite place for tête-à-tête conversations. My first question puzzled her somewhat: Liza put aside her knitting.

AI: We talk a lot and constantly about your feelings with Oleg towards each other. One thing turns out, then another. But for many years I have never heard anything that would confirm his love for you as a woman. Not all the figs and blinks there, but Love. Are there any examples of this?

She answered a little bewildered:

ED: Well… yes.

AI: Tell me, please, I beg you. In our business, you never know when it might come in handy. And what will come in handy, I'm sure.

ED: Sounds convincing. Well! I'll tell you "about Love", but with one condition.

AI: How?

ED: You won't use anything... what you heard... as long as I'm alive.

AI: Well, well, well! First, I don't want to define the length of your life with this conversation! And then... if it's that personal...

E.D.: No! You asked for it. Now sit, listen and write. About Oleg's two arrivals home by taxi ... The first is on the day the main work on the film "On Thursday and Never Again" was completed. Oleg drank during the filming. At times, a lot. But gradually it faded away. Then he "sewn up" in early July. Everything. Another man. And that day there was his phone call. From somewhere from the machine, but already in Moscow. He returned from Pushchino, which means he was with someone. "Please, come out of the house and meet me on the street."

Went outside. There are wastelands around our new building. It was impossible to get there! And at the same time everything is covered with clover, daisies, colza. And in the middle grows a huge fragrant rosehip bush, left over from some almost pre-revolutionary country gardens that once were there. The birds are singing wonderfully. Very hot. Quiet some special, after-dinner. Bees and bumblebees buzz. In general, everything is conducive to love. (Laughs.) How not to be on the outskirts of Moscow. I hear: dryn-dryn-dryn ... A taxi slowly moves along the potholes. Drives right up to me. Oleg comes out of it. And, without paying, without taking things, he comes up to me. Gently embraces with both hands and begins to kiss on the lips. So, with great passion, I would say.

The driver was just amazing. He brought Dal (he recognized him) somewhere to the settlements, and he began to hug and kiss with some woman! I see out of the corner of my eye: the man turned away, then lit a cigarette, leaning on the car. Silent. Waiting. What will happen next. Then Olezhechka raises one hand and runs her fingers through my hair. And he starts stroking his head with his fingertips. On the back of the head. And yet we continue to kiss. My legs begin to give way, but he holds me very tightly with his other hand. Apparently, I was completely stupefied, because when I tore my face away from him at some second, I said something ... well, something like this: “Tyn ... pyn ... stop ... please ... luista ...” Oleg burst out laughing. Then he took the bag from the back seat, and gave the driver five rubles. And he says to him: “Chief! And this is my Lizonka. He replies: “I understand, Oleg Ivanovich, can I go?” Oleg laughed again. Here is such a ... plot! Well, is there "Love"?

A.I.: Mmmm. Yes. There is.

ED: By the way, it didn't end there. It was a day of love. It was a night of love. It was the dawn of love that we met together. Sitting on the windowsill of the open window. If Oleg wanted us both to be well for a long time, he knew how to create such holidays. And there was a holiday. Because no matter how hard I strain my memory, I just can’t remember: where was Olya all this time ?!” (Laughs.) (Liza talks about her mother, Olga Borisovna Eikhenbaum, with whom they lived together. - Approx. ed.)

"Second Taxi" So let's call another story. It was in the same place, on Novatorov Street, on November 27 of the same 1977. Oleg was returning from Vilnius. After speeches from the "Kinopropaganda" (the Film Propaganda Bureau organized creative evenings for filmmakers throughout the country. - Approx. ed.), as he called it.

And just like in the summer, he asked me to go outside. It was cold. I also came by taxi. And he comes out of it ... with a huge bouquet of absolutely marvelous scarlet roses. Some heavenly scent. I turned forty this summer. He gave forty-one flowers. I believed in even-odd, as if it were a sign. Then, already at home, he says: “Maybe you will also ask me for gifts?” I replied: “Are they asked?” - "Sometimes ... as if they are asking." I went and sat on the floor at his feet, and he sat in a chair. And I say: “Dal, but Dal! Where are my gifts? He took out a very beautiful mirror from his bag, an amazing hairbrush and a notebook, where a dedicatory inscription had already been made. While I was considering all this, he carefully and very gently stroked my head with his hand.

I already wanted to get up, but it was so pleasant and good somewhere inside that I sat for another five minutes just like that. Enjoying. It was our seventh wedding anniversary. Valya Nikulin later told me that Oleg rushed about for another three weeks and told him: “The date is critical! Kulya, seven years is seven years! Lizka needs to somehow ... Togo ... Mark! At the same time, Olezhechka constantly pretended that he did not remember any of our dates at all. Even, it was the case, defiantly asked: “Remind me later about our day!” Though he remembered better than me.

A year earlier, came home. Ate. Lie down to rest. He says to me: “Elizaveta Alekseevna, and how long have we been ...“ legally constituted ”?” I was just about to “jump” when he pulls a box out of his pants pocket. And she has a ring. With six stones. To me. For our sixth birthday. And his Lithuanian gifts still serve me! And a mirror and a comb. And a little book. Only Oleg was offended and condemned me for the fact that I began to write down culinary recipes in it. “And what do you think I need to write in it?” - “It would be better to write something about me! And in separation - re-read. In general, over the years, he gave vent to his sentimentality more and more. Which was completely out of his character and rules. To my gifts, for example, he invariably reacted with irony. But absolutely harmless.

Our love relationship did not fade over the years, but, on the contrary, developed in an increasing manner. And if at first Oleg could call me at home and simply: “Apraksina, come here!” - then I became Dalyuga. And then Dalyusha. There was a warming up. Which ended with my acceptance into his "clan of people". At the same time, caution in communication ... not caution, namely caution, was present in all the years of our lives. This also has the most direct relation to the concept of love between two people. And this led to the fact that at the end of the summer of 1980 I suddenly stopped understanding: does Oleg love me or not? But there, however, the year turned out to be extremely rotten for him: terrible losses, wild breakdowns, complete creative loneliness. What kind of love is this?

I see, my friend, that you are sad to listen to all this, right? Lisa interrupted our conversation. - And I'm sad to remember. But you have to. I want it to stay the way it was. Oleg, shattered by life, relied on me in recent months. And as a wife, I supported him as much as I could. Both humanly and in terms of creativity ... And this cannot be erased. Everything. Upset ... Now. Wait a minute. Not because of your questions, no. This is different. We have reached the extreme point of revelation. We don’t talk about our love with him anymore. Do you want some tea? Let's have a drink now.

So. Fine. I can still pull myself together. This is good. (Laughs.) Let's finish on a fun one, shall we? You know, but Oleg at first showed himself to be a very experienced provocateur. In the first months of our life together, he brought me to tears in a second. Elementary. My mother stood up for me. Once she could not stand it and literally yelled at Oleg: “Maybe you don’t LOVE her at all ?!” He answered her very passionately, in a rough voice: “Yes! I DO NOT LIKE!" I howled like an idiot in a bad Italian movie. Oleg groaned: “Oh, my God, my God! To Moscow! Only to Moscow!” I went into the hallway and started getting dressed.

I rushed to him and, sobbing like a complete fool, hung on Dahl's chest. He picked me up and put me on my feet. Then he hugged him tightly. He blots my wet nose and tears on my cheeks with his handkerchief and says: “You are my poor wife ... Nobody loves you! Well nobody! Even the daughter of Professor Eichenbaum (Olga's father - Lisa's mother - Boris Eichenbaum, a well-known literary critic, author of books about the work of Pushkin, Tolstoy, Akhmatova. - Approx. ed.). You have only one me in your life - hope and support ... ”No, can you imagine: what a scoundrel (in a good sense of the word) you have to be to arrange such family pranks, bringing two women to tears and hysteria. One word - Artist!

Of the ten years I lived with Oleg, only the first three years we lived in different cities. The rest of the time we practically did not part. This explains such a small number of our personal letters.

(A.I.: I’ll add one more fact from myself. I remember how I was struck by the “photo chronicle” of their family. There is a series of photographs from the Leningrad registry office taken on the day the marriage was registered. There are a number of photographs from Vagankovsky: Lisa says goodbye to Oleg at the coffin. And in the middle between these two dates - ten years of "photo-emptiness". At most a dozen random shots. Despite the fact that there are about fifteen thousand photographs of Oleg Dal: from birth to funeral. In my opinion, this is also a telling circumstance. In all these " family albums» Liza and Oleg just didn't need to.)

O.I. Dahl - E.A. Apraksina

“My dear!

I yearn for you all the time. Looks like you bewitched me with "witch grass." God grant that everything is as it is and as you want! Kiss you. A low bow to Olga Borisovna and tender greetings to Minka (Dal means the teddy bear that he gave to his wife. - Approx. ed.).

P.S. (C&L) Guess what it is. And I will break into your domain on a dashing horse and take you as my concubine. Know this and tremble!

6.9.70. Moscow".

O.I. Dahl - E.A. Apraksina

“Hello, my dear, sad and gray-haired old woman! Do not worry! Hold your tail with a gun. Everything will be tip-top! I predict incredible torment for you from me ... But you love me! I need you. I need your shoulder; after all, I am a poor fellow and a madman, weak-willed.

I kiss you and hug you tightly.
Love me like delicious sweets.
Love like autumn, like rain.
Love, love and wait!

Well, how? I'm waiting for reviews.

(T and K) - Guess!

16.IX.70 Moscow".

E.D.: (C and L) - kiss and love. (T and K) - I could not guess for a long time. T - sad. K - probably, “I bite”, so it was, for example, in a telegram dated October 2, 1970: “I WILL MEET WITH A 3 ARROW I DO NOT HAVE TO BITE OD.” Oleg adhered to this rule: if he flew somewhere (no matter how long), he must either call or give a telegram, even if it was insignificant in content. It was an unspoken agreement, we did not agree on purpose, but I got used to it: if Oleg flies by plane, then I get news from him very quickly. This was not dictated by the fear that there would be some kind of catastrophe, but due to the fact that the plane was always delayed, the flight was canceled or something else was happening.

In general, he liked it when “they don’t worry about him”, therefore, in those cases when he got “on a spree”, he didn’t understand anything and disappeared - it was terrible. In general, the telegrams were often unnecessary, but they were precisely the signals that he had arrived safely, and he knew that I was calm. This was important to him. But such a telegram as, for example, “I’ll come then, it’s not necessary to meet” is just a joke. He hated it when I saw him off, and usually forbade me to do so, but he also loved it very much when I met him, although he never spoke about it directly. For the only time in all the years he called (I forgot where) and said: "Please meet me, because I'm carrying so many books that I can't handle it myself." He was well aware that if he wrote “it is not necessary to meet,” I would rush to the station. So that's what he wanted. In general, using the services of the telegraph, he was always extremely concise. For example: “OLEG ORDER” (Klaipeda) or “VSO CHOROSCHO OLEG” (Prague).

E.A. Apraksina - O.I. Dahl

“Greetings, Dear Celebrity!

Taking advantage of your favor, I take the liberty of taking possession of a few minutes of your precious time. Please note that I try to write neatly and legibly. It's difficult. Let me rejoice for your success, both in the field of art and with beautiful ladies. (Damn them!). From all sides I hear: Dal, Dal, etc. I do not want, dear famous Dal, to admit that I am jealous of you. But it is so.

True, I am a courageous woman. Until recently, I was calm, believing that you should appreciate the feelings of a titled person in whose veins flows blue blood. The countess fell in love with you, graying, it is true, but still capable of lofty feelings. Suddenly my peace came to an end. Photographs were found in the dusty Count's archive, which cast doubt on my noble origin. A child who has a passion for fences since childhood, who has not lost this passion as an adult, is unlikely to belong to a count's family. And a legend that was not taken seriously in our family is no longer a legend. Yes, my grandmother, the countess, threw herself into the arms of a gypsy and gave birth to my father. The dissolute old woman is to blame for the fact that I, a poor child, hang out on the fence, and God knows what attracts me behind this fence. Let's even assume it's a coincidence. Still small. But here is another document. It is no longer a child sitting on the fence, and the expression on his face is by no means a count. Thus, everything fell into place. It’s also good that it’s on the fence, and not under it.

Now, MY LORD, you know all about my inglorious origin. The surname that I bear, I am unworthy. But, I dare say, there is something in this: half countess, half gypsy. Don't leave me, huh?

My call today ex-husband- TO.<…>He asked if we were really getting married, and made strange hints. I sent him to approximately the same place where you sent your Ladies.

Now I'm happy to get to work. I think about you, gladly give all my shoulders, and maybe something else for you? And that one shoulder! Yes, please continue to write poetry. I will publish them.<…>I kiss you everywhere. Come quickly, let's sit somewhere together on the fence. Bow to Praskovya Petrovna. Olga Borisovna loves you tenderly and waits. We kiss everyone and Minka. Be healthy. Lisa.

O.I. Dahl - E.A. Apraksina

After the rain

Coltrane

This morning, wandering through the yellow leaves that cover the cold earth, I thought of you with beautiful longing. With the beautiful because she was bright. My heart is good and calm, because you are in my thoughts. My mood is calm and blissful. I share it with you generously, like autumn. I gently and gently hug you and barely touch your face, kiss and breathe with your eyes. I don't know what love is. I don’t know how to understand this designation of a certain feeling or its meaning. But it seems to me, I feel something extraordinary, like a child who is waiting to wake up after New Year's Eve. The air smells of tangerines, a Christmas tree, plush hares, and I want to keep my eyes closed for as long as possible ...

V.Ob.C.Tv.O.D.

27.IX.70 Moscow.

E.A. Apraksina - O.I. Dahl

"Hello, Blue-eyed!

After your letter, my head went round with joy and tenderness for you, I sat down to write a letter, and there were circles before my eyes. Sorry, I'm writing in circles. Thank you, my dear, for the golden leaves, for the golden words, for tenderness and longing. Thank you for the sadness about you, for waiting for you and life ahead. I want to wander with you through the leaves, and through the snow, and through the spring, and through the sea. And also drink beer. I'm not afraid that you are useless, anyway, it seems that we are on the way. You know, it's really hard to write when your head is spinning. My affairs are nothing to myself, I work calmly, everything turned out quite simply. Today I saw a glimpse of Grig. Mikh., he was in a hurry, he only had time to say hello to you. And Shapiro kissed me too tenderly, and his expression was touching. Lear at the finish line. It's cold at home, we sit in the kitchen and warm ourselves by the oven. My picture ends on November 30, so you can try it somehow on "Shadow". We will see. Well, my O.D., I'll try to unwind. I don't think you'll read this letter again. I kiss you tightly, I really look forward to it and I still want you to be very close.

C.T.G.P. etc.

Lisa 29/IX 70"

E.D .: I thought how unusual, impossible and completely unrealistic that Oleg - the same Oleg whom I loved and knew very well - could find time to free his head from everything and write letters for me. In general, I had a somewhat reverent attitude towards our family union. And not because he was famous artist, but because he was and remains for me some kind of unattainable mystery. In live, direct communication, he was much more stingy with words and emotions, in addition, life and life are things in which feelings dissolve. When you get words on paper, it's completely different. This is the power of letters. And so each of his letters to me was an amazing holiday. Sometimes I re-read them now, and I get the feeling: could it be? And not at all because I wonder: could Oleg love me at all? I believe he loved me. But all the same, it’s a miracle and it’s unusual that, with his attitude to life, to words, he could sit down at the table, switch off from everything and write me at least a few lines, sometimes resulting in a whole letter. It has always been a miracle for me: then and now ...

O recent weeks Lisa recalled the life of Oleg Dal: “In the winter of 1981, Oleg began to sleep a lot and for a long time. Sometimes I woke up at night and, jumping up in horror, listened: was he breathing? Breathe. Barely audible and somehow infrequently. The sleep is surprisingly deep. This was not even during the rest in Repin, which I consider the standard of his personal peace. Almost immediately upon arrival in Monino, he began to write a lot. Poems, essays, prose sketches, some written plans for my future work. All this somehow burst outward. He works for an hour or two and comes to my kitchen: “Listen.” He reads what has just been written ... Once, I was leaving for Moscow on business. Olya stayed with Oleg. I returned in the morning. He says: "Am I good at writing?" - “You write beautifully! And you will write even better. Olezhechka, you have both an inclination and a gift for this. Then he says: “And I finished the staging according to Olesha. It would be necessary to show Viktor Borisovich ... "(Shklovsky - A.I.)" What kind of staging? When did you finish?!” And there, in Monin, he made "Envy" - at a time. In several passes. I think, as a response to Volodya Sedov's attempt to stage "Foma Gordeev" in the Maly. Oleg did not really like the whole story ... with the exclusion of the role of Yezhov. He took - and wrote for himself the material for the work.

From the last verses... I can't remember what exactly. Came to me. Fried omelet with sausage. "Can I read to you?" - "Well, of course!" I read it very quietly. I walked over and kissed him on the cheek. He was as shy as a child! God, who? Me? He blushed, lowered his head and left the kitchen. I turn around, and everything in the pan is completely burned!

But this poem, written in February 1981 in Monin very early in the morning, he read to me three times that day ...

"If the soul of a man
Grind into powder
If you spit from the hill into the river
And jump to the top
Pull up, tighten up
Turn away, don't nod
And disagree with nothing
You can break your head!

First he read it at breakfast. Well, I listened: "Good!" Then he came down to lunch and said in the kitchen: "I want to ... read you poetry ... morning." Reads the same. But somehow... that's how... "breaking into the soul"... That's what they say, right? I listened silently. In the evening, before going to bed already: “Liza, listen to my poems. Those. Morning…” And he began to read them again. I could not stand it anymore and, interrupting him, I say: “Olezhechka! How do you feel?!" He answered, all tensing up: “It’s okay… What is it?!” Well, I really got carried away here: “No! Abnormal! Why the hell are you reading everything to me for the third time?! I'm not an idiot! What are you?! What happened to you?! Tell! Tell me please! You feels bad?!" Oleg looked at me so strangely ... I was frightened. Blue-purple lips. And absolutely empty eyes. Well, I ... I felt sick myself ... He drank his pills. I am validol ... Then I asked him for forgiveness for screaming. He kept silent. He pulled his hand out of my palms: I wanted to stroke it. ice fingers in a hot house. Icy... Starting from this evening... let's go... it started... I won't tell you... about that. Okay? Don't be offended - I don't want to... You know... it was on Saturday, February 28, 1981... We came to Monino for a day. Pick up things. Something he needs for a trip to Kyiv the next day.

Oleg Dal passed away on March 3, 1981. He was found in a hotel room by employees of the Kyiv film studio, concerned about Oleg's absence from the set. Lisa survived her husband by 22 years ...

Oleg Ivanovich Dal - brilliant Soviet actor, with the subtle and vulnerable soul of the poet and tragic fate a great actor who burned to death. He did not manage to fully realize himself as an actor in those few years of life and work in the acting profession that fate took him, but many of his roles will forever remain in the memory of people, as being far beyond the bounds of ordinary acting. As a person and actor, Oleg Dal was absolutely unique, not tolerating any restrictions and not fitting into any of the systems. And in vain, Oleg Dal, at one of the meetings with the audience, when the presenter mistakenly introduced him as a people's artist, said: “I am not a people's artist, I am a foreign ...”. I think that this phrase most accurately describes Oleg Dal as a person and as an actor. He was absolutely unique, completely internally free and simply physically did not fit into the reality surrounding him because of the special fine organization of his soul and nature. He was a tragic person, with a very great inner emotional tension and spiritual torment (as can be seen from his horoscope), which could find a way out only through selfless creativity (acting), alcohol or constant conflict with the reality around him. And the tragedy of Oleg Dal's fate lay precisely in the fact that he could not, due to so many subjective and objective reasons, fully realize himself in theater and cinema as an actor. Which, in fact, was the reason that Oleg Dal lived such short life and died young. His life flashed like a comet in the night sky, and lasted one brilliant moment, that very moment between the past and the future, about which he sang so penetratingly in “There is only a moment between the past and the future ...”.

I determined the time of birth of Oleg Ivanovich Dal as 6 hours 00 minutes (GMT +3 hours). The degree of position of the Ascendant is 4 gr. Cancer. Date of birth May 25, 1941 (Moscow). Rectification was carried out by the following methods: directing the solar arc, transits, solariums. House system - Placidus. The sign of the Ascendant was determined by me on the basis of appearance, psychological portrait and personality traits of Oleg Dal.

I determined the ascendant of the actor and the position of the planets in the houses based on the following:

1. The main character traits of the actor.

I give a description of the main character traits of Oleg Dal according to the recollections of acquaintances and relatives.

Actor Valentin Gaft says:

“ Oleg believed: an artist is a secret. He must do his job and disappear, - He must not poke a finger in the streets. He must show his face at work, as Vertinsky his white mask- and then take off this mask so that they do not recognize him. “

From the memoirs of director A. Efros:

“There are actors - pawns. Oleg was not one of those actors. He combined a very serious personality, independent, proud, rebellious, and - acting flexibility, elasticity ...

He was a restless person. He constantly moved from place to place if he did not agree with something. He was a man of extremes. Some feelings of protest against his partners, towards the premises in which he worked, bubbled up in him. Because somewhere inside himself, he understood art very highly. Although this was mixed with a share of carelessness, which was also in him. But still, the roots of this disobedience went to the maximalism of his views on art. He hated himself in those moments when he betrayed this maximalism. He had high artistic demands. He made very high demands on himself. He understood that he often did not meet these requirements. And suffered from it.

Mockery, exactingness and at the same time some kind of irresponsibility, the ability to torment others and torment yourself even more - everything was in him.

He was a mysterious person. I confess that I never fully understood him. I don't think anyone really understood it until the very end. Sometimes it seemed to me that this mystery is a consequence of a hidden spiritual emptiness, and sometimes, on the contrary, that he feels so strongly that he protects himself from unnecessary experiences, somehow defends himself.

He was boyishly fearless and could throw himself into any creative task. By nature he was an improviser. The so-called "academism" did not threaten him at all. "Academism" is peace, stability, it is attachment to something frozen. There was nothing like this in the character of Oleg Dal. There was always some kind of rebellion in him. And if you try to figure out what he constantly raised this rebellion in his own soul, I would say - against all the absurdities of our life, against all its deformities.

He hated a lot, could not endure, could hardly endure. He was a scoffer, but behind many of his unkind sneers, there was pain.

He had such amazing, rare external data - a thin figure, a hard, sharp face, incredibly expressive eyes. He understood very well when they shot a close-up in a movie that nothing needs to be done - just change the expression of the eyes a little. Having given him a task, I went to the movie camera and from there I didn’t always see Dahl’s face close-up. But then, looking at the material, I was always amazed. In the same way, I was amazed when I looked at the duplicates of Smoktunovsky. But if Smoktunovsky admires the smallest game faces, many shades, turning one into another, then Dahl has such strict frugality, such scalpel, sharp accuracy! Well, a little wider opened his eyes - so what? But Dahl did nothing formally, he filled everything with content, and what! I was in a hurry to shoot, I didn’t ask if Oleg understood any of my brief explanations, and then the film did not reflect an illustration for the explanations, but something independent and significant.

He was a born filmmaker. He could be motionless, but at the same time incredibly active internally. [...]

When he left the Theater on Malaya Bronnaya, he entered the Maly Theater, and I did not understand this step at all. I thought it was all the whim of an undisciplined actor. But now I think it was all throwing. He did not find his place, did not find himself in the modern theater, moreover, in our modern life.

He has always been a separate person. He always sat alone in the dressing room, curtained the windows, sat in the dark, and his cheekbones walked. He was so annoyed when he heard the artists chatting on extraneous topics behind the wall, telling where and with whom they were filming. He himself never spoke about his filming and generally spoke very little. And then he burst into some cynical phrase.

But for all that, he was very spiritually tall man. Very rigid, and behind this rigidity - an extraordinary subtlety, fragility.

It was wonderful when he was kind. Or when he was happy. These were very rare moments, but they were very warm, special. When the viewing of "Pechorin's Notes" ended, Irakli Andronikov praised Oleg very much, and Oleg was happy. He was literally sparkling - he began to say something affectionate to me and others, and his eyes shone ...

There are few actors about whom it can be said that they are unique. Everyone is a little like someone else. And Oleg Dal was unique. “

(EFROS A. Book Four. M., 1993.)

From an interview with Oleg Dal's wife, Elizaveta Dal:

“And how did you get married?

He wrote me letters, very lyrical, kind, I fell in love with him thanks to these letters. When he arrived, we went to the registry office. I remember, I froze for a moment, filling in the column about the change of surname, and looked at him. And I realized that he wants me to become Dal. After the registry office, we went to an ice cream parlor and drank champagne. On the marriage certificate| Oleg wrote boldly: "Oleg + Lisa = Love." We were given three days for our honeymoon. These were happy days, then very difficult everyday life began, which stretched out for two years ...

Oleg drank terribly. At the same time, he became like Zilov from Duck Hunt, even scarier. He was not capable of killing himself, but somehow he almost stabbed me. In Gorky, on tour, he began to drink heavily, such, you know, an unfinished state when a person is completely brutalized. It was very hot, I was lying in the room in one bathing suit. He ran a knife across my stomach and said: “So what! I don't care, I'm not going to live anyway. How subtle, intelligent, generous he was, just as terrible, dirty and cruel in drunken courage. I didn’t sleep, I suffered, I hid, when he came home drunk in the trash, Olya was busy with him. At the same time, he was unusually clean. Whatever stage I was in, the first thing I did was go to the bathroom. Olya was afraid that he would break the column, and always said: “Olezhechka, don’t throw a hook. Lie down in the bath, get some water and call me. I will help you". Once Olya enters the bathroom and sees a picture: Oleg Ivanovich lies in all his splendor in cold water with an extinguished cigarette in his mouth and sleeps in a blissful sleep, without even turning on the igniter. She turned off the water, yelled at him: “I am a woman, and you are lying in front of me in in kind!" She helped him up, put on a dressing gown, and put him to bed. I slept on a cot that night. There was no money, we forgot what coffee was, and Olya and I were selling things that were sent to us from France. And somehow, when he almost strangled me and I, having escaped, sat up in the attic until evening, Olya, unable to stand it, told him: “Oleg, leave for Moscow” and gave 25 rubles for the road. I must say that he left very beautifully: he washed himself, dressed elegantly and went into our kitchen: “That's it. I went. Can I keep the key to the apartment? - "Yes". I already loved him again, my heart bled, I felt so sorry for him. But still she held herself and did not run after him. It was in March, and on April 1, suddenly a call: “Lizka, I’ve been sewn up for two years!” "This is no joke!" I cut him off sharply. But it was true, he, in company with Volodya Vysotsky, really screwed up. The next day I enter the apartment, Oleg stands at the window, makes a gesture with his hand, I stop. He turns his back, unbuttons his pants and shows the patch on his ass: "Here's my torpedo!" After the torpedo former Oleg disappeared for a long time, as if it was not there. A real happy life began...

For the last ten years that we have lived, he periodically drank it down when his term was up, then he filed again and did not drink for years. It was impossible to offer him to sew up; he himself had to decide on this. He said this: “Don’t let me out of the apartment for three days, I’ll cry, beg - don’t listen. We're going to the doctor in three days." He never arranged drinking parties at home - if he wanted to drink, he left home for the WTO, IDL, Cinema House. I could not stand drunk acting companies.

- They say that he started drinking at the Sovremennik Theater?

When Oleg appeared in the theater, he almost immediately married Nina Doroshina. Together they starred in the film "The First Trolleybus". Doroshina long time was the beloved of Oleg Efremov. When he and Nina became lovers, Dahl even got scared: “What am I doing?! I'm taking the woman away from my idol!" In the midst of their wedding, Efremov, who had already received well, said: “Well, Ninok, sit on my lap.” She sat down. In fact, that was the end of the wedding. And began his application to the bottle. In addition, in the theater at that time, everyone without exception drank very heavily. She and Nina lived for some time, she tried to commit suicide several times, he dragged her to Sklifosovsky, then married Tanya Lavrova, but also unsuccessfully. Once my mother asked him about the reason for the divorce, he answered briefly: "She was angry." And that's it, not a word more about Tanya. He was not a womanizer, although they fell madly in love with him.

Have you worked with him on all of his paintings?

Oleg, after he "sewn up", "removed" me from work. I often started talking about the service, but he always answered this: “The hundred rubles that you earn, I myself will bring to the house. I want you to always go with me to the shooting. It was so difficult for me in the beginning! One day at dinner, he noticed that I was not eating, asked: "What's the matter?" “I can’t eat someone else’s bread.” He replied: "Sick - get treated." After that, I realized that a good wife is also a profession. I went with him on all the expeditions, and he knew that hot tea and strong coffee were always waiting for him at the hotel. As one of our mutual friends joked: “You really are behind your husband.” Our house was clean and tasty, he wanted it that way. A completely outdated person in everything - in his attitude to life, to women. He was the head of the family: three of his women and he (his mother began to live with us). Oleg alone worked for everyone. When he brought back money from trips, he took it out of his inner pocket with a sweeping gesture and threw it on the floor like a fan. He knew how to leave behind the door everything that was not worth bringing into the house - it would get dirty. He wiped his feet and entered, throwing away all third-party troubles, resentments, unplayed roles, and the envy of colleagues beyond the threshold. If he felt that we had problems at home - money ran out, illnesses began, everyone around was getting gloomy - he cheerfully said: "Don't sigh, old women, everything will be fine." And in order to raise the spirit of his women, he invented a role for himself - he portrayed an old man. The whole evening was old, old, even when I was alone in the room (I peeped on purpose). He put on a shabby long dressing gown, slippers, shuffled his feet and coughed all the time. Hooligans like an old man, for example, we sit in front of the TV, he comes up, turns his back to him and “farts”. And for some reason I remember a piercing thought in my head: “He will never be old!”

Many were surprised: “It is so difficult to live with him!” Nothing like this! He was light, knew how to appreciate and love, knew how to sacrifice, never asked for anything in return. He rarely gave flowers, because he did not imagine himself walking down the street with a bouquet. I remember when we lived on Novatorov in Khrushchev, he forced the taxi driver to drive up to the house right across the field in terrible potholes - Oleg was with a bouquet and did not want to go through the yard with him.

How did he feel about fame?

He closed his house from everyone. When asked about fame, he replied that he dreamed of an armored door and an armored train to ride around Moscow. If he was stopped on the street by an old woman or a child with a request for an autograph, he could forget everything - that he had a performance, shooting, stopped and talked for a long time ... And if all sorts of girls ... He hated when he was recognized, he never used his fame , always walked in a cap pulled over his forehead and turned up his collar. One day we went to look for a warm coat for him. We came to the commission shop, digging, looking, and then the sales girls recognized him: “Oleg Ivanovich, why don’t you ask us? Let's help you - we'll call you when we have a coat." After a while they really called, we came and bought a nice fur jacket. Oleg made me give them money, they resisted, a whole story came out. And then I just ran around to wear counterfeits to the girls in Sovremennik.

- He was once called Mozart in his profession, how would he react to this?

He would agree, although he was demanding and ruthless to himself to the point of anger, all his life he was engaged in self-criticism. He ran ahead of time, and time never caught up with him. I never told him that he was a genius, but I think he knew it himself. He is characterized by unplayed roles, but by rejected ones. We had a huge stack of scripts in the closet that he turned down. He had a lot of proposals to play something party, Soviet, for which he would receive a lot of money, titles ... Everything was rejected in the bud. I am not ashamed of any of his roles now. No, he was not Matthew. Once, at one performance, Dahl was mistakenly called a people's artist. After that, Oleg went on stage and said: “You know, there was one mistake here. They called me a people's artist, but I'm rather a foreigner. He has only one award for a television film, and that is posthumous: a crystal goblet, very heavy and ridiculous. We put flowers in it. Oleg was a very shy person, modest and did not work for benefits and rewards. Misha Kozakov once told me one story about him. They ended up in the same hotel room with Dean Reed. Dean sang and played the guitar all evening and bragged about how many gold records he had. Then they drank, and Oleg told him: "Come on, give me the guitar." And he sang, plucking the strings with his uniquely long fingers: “Oh, roads, dust and fog ...” Reed rolled his eyes in admiration: “Excuse me, but how many gold discs do you have?” Oleg grinned good-naturedly: “Fuck you ...”

Did he foresee his own death?

From the article by I. Karasev “Chronicle of a diving artist”:

“In the graduation performance, Dal was seen by the artist of Sovremennik Alla Pokrovskaya and invited Oleg to the famous “entrance tours” to the Efremov Theater. Lyudmila Gurchenko, who was also among the applicants, recalled how, having heard a thunder of applause behind the doors, she looked in and saw Oleg completing a passionate monologue on a high windowsill, then flying in an unthinkable arc into the middle of the hall and a second later modestly stopping with a torn off window handle among general delight.

The next five years in Sovremennik, Dahl, despite the absence of the main roles, called best years lives spent in the indescribable aura of theatrical creativity.

However, the transition from an enthusiastic perception of life to a skeptical one was quite abrupt. The studio spirit of the theatrical experiment, which nourished Dahl's artistic talent, gradually gave way to "harsh everyday life."

To some extent, Kozakov explains the situation in his memoirs of Dal: “I still live in the memory of harmony in the theater - it was only in the early Sovremennik and never again. Everything coincided there - youth, time, the state of the theater. To Oleg, all the time he was unlucky. He seemed to fall "on the descent" And he came to Sovremennik and other theaters at a time when the theater was already essentially dying. Dahl was ready to fanatically serve the Theater, but he did not agree to the banal "serve in the theater".

In the yard, the "thaw" was replaced by "stagnation". The famous charter of Sovremennik and the studio fraternity became history. Dahl, who tried to play and exist "according to the charter", found himself alone.

The stigma of "loner", the label of "strange", the position of "alien". This is not a whim of fate, not a game of chance. There is a rigid predetermination in Dahl's life. Possessing by nature a subtle and hypersensitive apparatus of perception, Dahl could not coexist with the surrounding reality on the same aesthetic level. In his statements about the "achievements of socialist realism in the theater and cinema", about the dominance of ignoramuses and bastards, genuine physiological disgust comes through.

This is not an easy frontier, which many representatives of the creative intelligentsia then indulged in. In Dahl's case, there was a pathological mismatch between man and environment, people, systems (meaning the system of moral, ethical, creative stereotypes and standards).

Life in discord with space and time requires an incredible expenditure of energy. Could this be the source of the motif of the "boy with tired eyes" repeated in various memoirs about Oleg Dal? Dahl's only source of strength was Dahl himself. All questions that did not find an answer outside, he turned inward. The result, or rather a chronicle of searches and reflections, was his diary, which began in 1971.

This diary is not like an ordinary biography tied to days, months and years. It resembles an emotional, sometimes chaotic dialogue with oneself, written (or drawn) in letters, words, phrases of various sizes and fonts. Sometimes entries are daily, sometimes one sentence covers six months or more.

From the diary: "January 72 FRIENDS" The invisible wound hurts more than all wounds, my friend is my enemy, oh vile age of deceit! W. Shakespeare. My grief and my misfortune from my friends. these bastards are going to have a terrible time Maybe ONE? Maybe. But yourself! Protect yourself.

Reading the "diary", you catch yourself thinking that it resembles the logbook of a ship or plane crashing. And by analogy with the film "The Chronicle of a dive bomber", in which Dahl played one of best roles, his diary could well be called "a chronicle of a diving artist."

From my point of view, these descriptions absolutely fit a person with the following horoscope configuration: Ascendant in Cancer, most of the planets, including the Sun, Moon (ruler of the horoscope), Venus, Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn (ruler of the 7th and 8th houses) and Uranus (ruler of the 10th house) is in the 12th house, which is closed to outsiders and gives a strong tendency to loneliness, pride, strong individualism and the desire to know the inner essence of things, and not their front side. Strong closeness and a tendency to loneliness, due to the powerful influence of the 12th house of the horoscope, in the character of the actor is softened by the fact that Mercury, Venus and the Sun of Oleg Dal are in the sociable sign of Gemini. It was the fusion of the influence of the energies of the 12th house and the sign of Gemini that made Oleg Dal such a unique and bright actor and personality. Neptune, having major planets from almost all the planets in the 12th house, is in the 5th house and through it the powerful energy of the conjunction of the ruler of the horoscope of the Moon with Saturn and Uranus and the conjunction of the Sun with Jupiter finds an outlet. It was Neptune that was the planet through which the difficult and stormy energies of the luminaries and planets from the 12th house of Oleg Dal's horoscope found a way out in acting. And it was the powerful Neptune (“the king of aspects”) that was the reason that Oleg Dal periodically tried to get away with the help of alcohol, from the reality that surrounded him, and from his internal crises, which were inevitable and regular due to the exact conjunction of the Moon (ruler of the horoscope) with Saturn and Uranus in the 12th house.

2) According to the recollections of people who personally knew the actor well, Oleg Dal was a very emotional person and a vulnerable person who could hardly cope with his intense emotions. But, both luminaries and personal planets (except for Mars in Pisces) are in the air and earth signs (Gemini and Taurus), which indicates a person who is not particularly prone to strong and deep emotional experiences. Only the conjunctions of the Moon with Uranus and Saturn and the strong aspect of Neptune could hardly form such a subtle and emotionally oversensitive nature, which, of course, was Oleg Dal. The location of the Ascendant in the water sign of Cancer and the powerful 12th house, together with the damage to the ruler of the horoscope of the Moon by conjunction with Saturn and Uranus, could well form such a person with a strong emotionality of the water plane.

3) Oleg Dal had a rebellious spirit, toughness and a strong tendency to emotional depression. In the horoscope, this is indicated by the conjunction of the Moon with Uranus and Saturn. But, just the conjunction of the Moon with Uranus and Saturn is clearly not enough for this. The moon must surely be the ruler of the horoscope and have a strong influence on the whole personality of the actor, and not just on his emotional sphere.

4) At the time of registration of marriage in November 1971, Oleg Dal with Elizabeth Dal, transit Saturn entered into conjunction with natal Saturn in the horoscope of Oleg Dal (the return of Saturn) and the natal Moon. This is a very powerful indication that Saturn or the Moon is the ruler of the 7th house of the horoscope or is in the 7th house. Another confirmation of Oleg Dal's version of the horoscope with Ascendant in Cancer.

5) According to the recollections of people who knew Oleg Dal well, he foresaw someone else's and his own death. In this version of Oleg Dahl's horoscope, the ruler of the 8th house, Saturn, is in exact conjunction with the ruler of the horoscope, the Moon in the 12th house, in exact trine with the ruler of the 11th house, Neptune.

6) Relatives and acquaintances claim that Oleg Dal had increased intuitiveness on the verge of clairvoyance. A powerful 12th house and multiple aspects from the luminaries and planets from the 12th house to Neptune can give such abilities.

7) The tension of the conjunction of the Moon with Saturn and Uranus and the square of Mars with the Sun and Jupiter found its way out through Neptune in the 5th house. Hence Oleg Dahl's choice of the profession of an actor. When Oleg Dal was not involved as an actor and was in a creative downtime, he either relieved excessive internal stress from the conjunction of the Moon with Uranus and Saturn through scandals with others or went into deep and long binges(if at that moment he was not “hemmed” from drinking alcohol).

8) In May 1978, when Oleg Dal's family was able, with the help of the directorate of the theater, where Oleg Dal then worked, to make an exchange and move into a 4-room apartment on Smolensky Boulevard in Moscow, transit Jupiter entered into exact conjunction with the natal Ascendant of the horoscope Oleg Dal (in my version of rectification), and transit Saturn was in conjunction with the cusp of the 4th house of Oleg Dal's horoscope. And just as Oleg Dal dreamed all his life of a separate office, which he received after improving his living conditions, moving into a new apartment and overhaul in it, and after the realization of his dream, according to the stories of his wife, he was on a very high emotional upsurge, then this is a very serious additional indication that this version of the horoscope configuration is correct.

9) In one of the letters to the director Efros, Oleg Dal bitterly wrote: “I am losing my I!”. And this is a very serious indication of the possible strong influence of the 1st or 12th house of the horoscope on the personality of a person.

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Here is a list of the main events in the life of an actor for which I carried out rectification with an indication of the years:

1) 1963 - marriage and divorce from actress Nina Doroshina.

2) 1965 - marriage and divorce from actress Tatyana Lavrova.

3) 1968 - the release of the film "The Chronicle of a dive bomber", after which Oleg Dal became a famous and popular Soviet film actor.

4) 1970 - marriage to Elizaveta Eichenbaum (Dal).

5) 1973 - Oleg Dal "succumbed" to alcohol (the beginning of a 2-year favorable period in professional and family life).

6) 1978 - receiving a 4-room apartment on Smolensky Boulevard in Moscow.

7) 1979 - the beginning of the persecution of officials from the cinema and the beginning of serious health problems.

8) 07/25/1980 - the death of Vladimir Vysotsky and the strongest emotional depression of Oleg Dal, which led after some time to his death.

9) 03/03/1981 - the death of Oleg Dal from a heart attack

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1963 - marriage and divorce from actress Nina Doroshina.

Directional Venus (ruler of the 5th house) conjunct natal Ascendant;

Directional Moon (ruler of the horoscope) conjunct natal Venus (ruler of the 5th house);

Directional MC square natal Venus (ruler of 5th house);

Directional Sun square natal Neptune in 5th house;

Transiting Mars in opposition to natal Uranus on the wedding day;

Transiting Pluto square natal Venus (ruler of the 5th house);

In December 1963, transiting Saturn in square with the natal Moon (ruler of the Ascendant) and natal Saturn (ruler of the Descendant) - most likely at that time Oleg Dal finally broke up with Nina Doroshina.

“Dal's first marriage was unsuccessful and fleeting. In 1963, after graduating from the Shchepkin Theater School, he entered the Sovremennik Theater and fell in love with one of the local actresses, Nina Doroshina. Their romance began not within the walls of the theater, but in Odessa - during the filming of the film "The First Trolleybus". Dal fell in love with Doroshina very much, and her heart was then given to another - the founder of Sovremennik, Oleg Efremov. But the circumstances were such that Efremov, having promised to come, did not show up in Odessa, and Doroshina was offended by him. That evening, she drank vodka, put on a dressing gown and went for a swim. However, in the water she suddenly became ill - she began to drown. Nothing would have saved Nina if her fellow actors had not been nearby. Dahl was among them. Hearing women's cries, young people rushed into the water, having managed to shout to each other on the run: "Whoever swims first, she will get it." Dal swam first. From that moment, their romance began.

After some time, Dahl was called to Moscow for the dubbing of another film. He promised to return in two days, but due to unforeseen circumstances he was delayed. Filming of The First Trolleybus could not continue without him, and Doroshina was asked to call Oleg from Moscow. When asked on the other end of the line who was calling, she replied: “Wife. Tell him to return to Odessa immediately.” On the same day, Dal broke from Moscow. When the next morning Doroshina looked out the window of the Krasnaya Hotel, the first person she saw was Oleg standing with flowers. When they returned to Moscow, Dahl made Doroshina a marriage proposal, and she accepted it. Since they didn’t have a lot of money at that time, they managed to buy only one engagement ring - Dal (for 15 rubles). The wedding took place on October 21, 1963, but it was at the wedding that everything ended. Efremov came there as a guest, who, being tipsy, did not find anything better than to sit the bride on his knees and say: “But still you love me more.” Dal shot out of the apartment like a bullet, and soon after that, he and Nina broke up.” (Fyodor Razzakov)

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1965 - marriage and divorce from actress Tatyana Lavrova.

Directional Venus (ruler of the 5th house) trine natal Mars;

Directional Descendant trine natal Uranus (ruler of the 10th house);

Directional Saturn (ruler of the 7th house) conjunct natal Venus (ruler of the 5th house).

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1968 - the release of the film "The Chronicle of a dive bomber", after which Oleg Dal became a famous and popular Soviet film actor.

Directional Uranus (ruler of the 10th house) trine natal MC;

Directional Ascendant in sextile with natal Jupiter.

At the time of the release of the film "Zhenya, Zhenechka and Katyusha" Dal starred in another film directed by N. Birman "Chronicle of a dive bomber", in which Oleg played the role of pilot Yevgeny Sobolevsky. The image of a smart and charming guy created by the actor, who came up with a branded liquor called "chassis", was liked by the audience. After the release of the film on the screen, young people began to call strong drinks that way, and Dahl became one of the most popular actors in Soviet cinema.

The end of the 1960s was a good time for Oleg Dal. After several years of creative and personal troubles, everything turned out well for him. At the Sovremennik Theater, where he returned after a long break, Oleg received his first significant role - Vaska Pepel in Maxim Gorky's At the Bottom. The play premiered in 1968. In 1969, Oleg Dal brilliantly played the role of the Jester in the film G.M. Kozintsev "King Lear".

“Modern man is a thinking man,” Grigory Kozintsev liked to repeat. And he associated the image of the Jester with modernity: “A boy with a shaved head. Art under tyranny. A boy from Auschwitz who is forced to play the violin in the band of suicide bombers; they beat him so that he chooses more cheerful motives. He has childish tortured eyes. Dahl suited Kozintsev perfectly. They admired each other. Kozintsev and Dahl were connected by something more than the relationship "director - actor" or "teacher - student". Kozintsev protected Dahl's talent as a fragile and priceless musical instrument. Merciless to any troublemakers on the set, Kozintsev only made exceptions for Oleg, forgiving his frequent breakdowns. The explanation sounded simple and prophetic: “I feel sorry for him. He is not a resident."

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11/27/1970 - marriage to Elizaveta Eichenbaum (Dal).

Directional MC sextile natal Saturn (ruler of 7th house) and natal Moon (ruler of 1st house);

Directional Mercury (ruler of the 4th house) sextile natal Saturn (ruler of the 7th house) and natal Moon (ruler of the 1st house);

Directional Mars square natal Descendant;

Transiting Jupiter opposing natal Moon (ruler of Ascendant) and Saturn (ruler of Descendent);

Transiting Saturn conjunct natal Moon (ruler of Ascendant) and Saturn (ruler of Descendant).

Filming of King Lear took place in August 1969 in Narva. 08/19/1969 Oleg met with his future wife- 32-year-old Elizaveta Eikhenbaum, who worked as an editor in the film crew. She was the granddaughter of the famous philologist Boris Eikhenbaum. All the time of filming, Dahl courted her, then invited her to Moscow. And when she arrived and called - did not know. Torn off from the rehearsal, he angrily threw: “What else is Lisa ?!”. She got offended and returned home. A few months later they met again at Lenfilm.

Elizaveta Dal said: “A few months later, when we met again at Lenfilm, it turned out that I then tore him away from the rehearsal. Touching Dahl at such a moment is a tragedy. But I didn't know about it then. On this visit, he stayed overnight with me for the first time. But I wasn't in love yet. The distance affected ... Oleg immediately became friends with my mother - Olga Borisovna and called her Olya, Olechka. Her father, my grandfather - Boris Mikhailovich Eikhenbaum - was a famous literary critic, professor, teacher of Andronikov and colleague of Tynyanov and Shklovsky. When my grandfather passed away, I thought that there were no such people anymore. And suddenly I discovered similar traits in Oleg. He rather old-fashionedly asked my mother for my hand. It happened on May 18, 1970. The next day, he flew with the Sovremennik Theater to Tashkent and Alma-Ata on tour ... The fact that I got to see the film King Lear played a huge role in my life. For me, there is still something mystical in this: if this film had not been shot by Grigory Mikhailovich, but by someone else, but Oleg had been filmed, we would not have become husband and wife. There was something here ... I remember the arrival of Grigory Mikhailovich for the next viewing of the material and his words addressed to me: “Liza, what Oleg was on the set with us yesterday !!!” I thought then - why does Kozintsev tell me about this, maybe he knows something more than me? Then I myself didn’t have any serious thoughts about Oleg and me ... Why did I marry Oleg, although I saw that he was drinking heavily? I was interested in him. I was already 32 years old, and I thought I could handle his weakness. I felt with some inner feeling: this person cannot be upset by a refusal ... ”The marriage between Oleg Dal and Elizaveta Eikhenbaum was concluded on 11/27/1970.

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04/01/1973 - Oleg Dal "succumbed" to alcohol, the beginning of a 2-year favorable period in professional and family life.

Directional Sun conjunct natal Ascendant;

Directional MC in square with natal Mercury (ruler of the 4th house);

Directional Ascendant sextile natal Sun;

Directional Moon (ruler of the Ascendant) trine with natal MC;

Transiting Pluto trine natal Sun;

Transiting Pluto sextile natal Pluto;

Transiting Jupiter trine natal Sun.

From an interview with Lisa Dahl:

“Oleg drank terribly. At the same time, he became like Zilov from Duck Hunt, even scarier. He was not capable of killing himself, but somehow he almost stabbed me. In Gorky, on tour, he began to drink heavily, such, you know, an unfinished state when a person is completely brutalized. It was very hot, I was lying in the room in one bathing suit. He ran a knife across my stomach and said: “So what! I don't care, I'm not going to live anyway. How subtle, intelligent, generous he was, just as terrible, dirty and cruel in drunken courage. I didn’t sleep, I suffered, I hid, when he came home drunk in the trash, Olya was busy with him. At the same time, he was unusually clean. Whatever stage I was in, the first thing I did was go to the bathroom. Olya was afraid that he would break the column, and always said: “Olezhechka, don’t throw a hook. Lie down in the bath, get some water and call me. I will help you". Once Olya enters the bathroom and sees a picture: Oleg Ivanovich lies in all his splendor in cold water with an extinguished cigarette in his mouth and sleeps in a blissful sleep, without even turning on the igniter. She turned off the water, yelled at him: “I am a woman, and you are lying in front of me in your natural form!” She helped him up, put on a dressing gown, and put him to bed. I slept on a cot that night. There was no money, we forgot what coffee was, and Olya and I were selling things that were sent to us from France. And somehow, when he almost strangled me and I, having escaped, sat up in the attic until evening, Olya, unable to stand it, told him: “Oleg, leave for Moscow” and gave 25 rubles for the road. I must say that he left very beautifully: he washed himself, dressed elegantly and went into our kitchen: “That's it. I went. Can I keep the key to the apartment? - "Yes". I already loved him again, my heart bled, I felt so sorry for him. But still she held herself and did not run after him. It was in March, and on April 1, suddenly a call: “Lizka, I’ve been sewn up for two years!” "This is no joke!" I cut him off sharply. But it was true, he, in company with Volodya Vysotsky, really screwed up. The next day I enter the apartment, Oleg stands at the window, makes a gesture with his hand, I stop. He turns his back, unbuttons his pants and shows the patch on his ass: "Here's my torpedo!" After the torpedo, the former Oleg disappeared for a long time, as if he had never existed. A real happy life began...

For the last ten years that we have lived, he periodically drank it down when his term was up, then he filed again and did not drink for years. It was impossible to offer him to sew up; he himself had to decide on this. He said this: “Don’t let me out of the apartment for three days, I’ll cry, beg - don’t listen. We're going to the doctor in three days." He never arranged drinking parties at home - if he wanted to drink, he left home for the WTO, IDL, Cinema House. I couldn't stand drunk acting companies.”

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1978 - receiving a 4-room apartment on Smolensky Boulevard in Moscow.

Transiting Saturn has entered the 4th natal house;

Transiting Jupiter has entered the 1st natal house;

Directional Jupiter conjunct natal Ascendant.

Two years after Oleg and Lisa got married, they moved to Moscow, exchanging a luxurious Leningrad apartment in a writer's house for a two-room "Khrushchev" at the end of Leninsky Prospekt. The apartment was tiny, the audibility was terrible, the old woman living on the floor below was quite seriously indignant: your kittens are stomping and disturbing my sleep ... However, the newcomers did not lose heart. “The four of us lived there,” Lisa recalls. - Oleg, me, mom and a sense of humor. When someone unexpectedly came to us, I could not say that Oleg was not at home, because his leg, then his arm, then his nose always stuck out somewhere in the apartment ... Oleg's mother lived in a two-room apartment in Lyublino. At this time, Oleg moved from Sovremennik to the Theater on Malaya Bronnaya, the director of which was Dupak at that time - a very enterprising person. Oleg asked him to help exchange our two apartments for one in the center, otherwise he threatened to leave the theater, since he had to travel very far. Dupac helped us. In 1978 we moved to a four-room apartment on Smolensky Boulevard. Oleg fell in love with this apartment of his, he improved it in every possible way. With this apartment in the very center of Moscow, which the artist adored, is connected strange story. Once Oleg Dal with actor Igor Vasiliev drove past this house - it was still under construction - and said: "I will live here, this will be my home." Said and forgot. I remembered it only ten years later, when I came here with a viewing order. Dahl was happy in this apartment. Previously, he often called himself a vagabond and said that he did not like the house, now everything has changed. “This is not an apartment,” he said. - This is a dream".

During the renovation in new apartment made an office out of the hall for Oleg Dal, and his happiness became simply beyond. He could, when he wanted to, be alone with himself. Read, write, draw, listen to music. Now he was saying to Elizaveta Alekseevna seriously and ceremoniously: “Madame! You are free for today. I will write at night. And then I’ll fall asleep on the couch, in the office. ” Olga Borisovna exclaimed: “Olezhechka! But the sofa is narrow. - “I am also narrow,” Dal reassured his mother-in-law.

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1979 - the beginning of the persecution of movie officials and the beginning of serious health problems.

Transiting Uranus in opposition to natal Saturn and the Moon;

Transiting Uranus square natal MC.

The cinematic career of the actor in 1978-1979 developed floridly. Dahl was approved for the lead role in Alexander Mitta's The Crew, but at the last moment he refused to shoot. The refusal was peacefully discussed between the actor and the director, who found another performer for this role - Leonid Filatov. But the leadership of Mosfilm considered Oleg's act a violation of labor discipline and issued unspoken order within three years not to shoot an actor in the pictures of the film studio. Dahl did not know about this order, but he had to face its consequences.

By the time of the release in 1980 on the screen of the film "The Adventures of Prince Florizel"

Oleg Dal was in a depressed mood. His persecution at Mosfilm continued, and his health began to fail - his heart let him down. V. Trofimov recalled: “Our last meeting is remembered with bitterness. In the spring of 1980, I came to him with a script about A. Blok. The door was opened by an exhausted man with sunken eyes, in whom it was difficult to recognize the radiant, always elegantly smart Dahl. The conversation was hard. “I really want to, but I probably won’t be able to take on that job ... I can’t do anything yet ... They finished me off ...” Word by word, I squeezed out of him an outrageous story of persecution by the acting department of Mosfilm. How vulnerable this proud man was ... "

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07/25/1980 - the death of Vladimir Vysotsky and the strongest emotional depression of Oleg Dal, which led after some time to his death.

Transiting Uranus in opposition to natal Saturn and the Moon (exact aspect 07/25/1980);

Directional Uranus conjunct natal Ascendant.

During the filming of the film "Uninvited Friend" Oleg Dal learns about the death of Vladimir Vysotsky. According to eyewitnesses who saw Dahl at the funeral, he looked creepy and repeated: "Well, my turn is coming soon." After the funeral of Vysotsky, Dahl is increasingly visited by thoughts of death. Diary entry: “October, 1980. I began to think often about death. Disappointing worthlessness. But I want to fight. Cruel. If we leave, then leave in a frantic fight. With all the remaining strength, try to say everything that I thought and think. The main thing is to do it! The topic of death was also touched upon by Oleg Dal in a conversation with colleagues and relatives. L. Maryagin recalls: “Dal drank a glass of beer and did not touch anything else. We spoke with Anatoly Romashin about the difficulties with which the film was shot. Dal was silent, looking past us. And only half an hour later he asked A. Romashin: - Tolya, do you live there? (A. Romashin then lived near the Vagankovsky cemetery). - Yes, - answered Romashin. “I’ll be there soon,” Dahl said…”

On Vysotsky's birthday on January 25, 1981, Dal woke up in the morning and told his wife: “I dreamed of Volodya. He is calling me."

Dal and Vysotsky were not friends; rather, they were brothers in spirit and like-minded people. Their last meeting took place in May 1980. Then Oleg Dal came to Vysotsky's house, very drunk, he could not appear at home like that. V. Vysotsky sang his songs to him, and Oleg silently listened.

Poems by Oleg Dal after the death of V. Vysotsky:

V. Vysotsky. Brother

Now I remember...

We said goodbye ... Forever.

Now I understand... I understand...

Rupture of the trace

Beginning of May...

I stumble...

Words words words.

Magpie beats with its tail.

Snow falls, exposing

The naked coldness of the branches.

And here's the last chapter

Smelled like a rose bush

Longing and deceit, promising

And died in my chest.

Peace - peace ...

And loneliness and anger

And I cry in my sleep, and wake up ...

Resentment is a silver month.

Branding is a burning test.

And again I repent. I confess. I confess

Holding a broken heart...

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03/03/1981 - Oleg Dal's death from a heart attack

Directional Uranus (ruler of the MC) conjunct natal Ascendant;

The axis of the directional lunar nodes entered into exact conjunction with the natal axis of the MS-IS;

Transiting Black Moon in opposition to natal Black Moon;

Transiting Uranus opposing natal Jupiter (ruler of the 6th house) in the 12th house;

Transiting Neptune square natal Neptune and opposition natal Mercury;

Transiting Mercury in square with the natal Moon (ruler of the horoscope) and natal

Saturn (ruler of 7th and 8th house) in 12th house;

Transiting Pluto trine natal Mercury in 12th house;

Transiting Sun square natal Venus in 12th house;

Solar Sun in the 8th house of solar;

Solar Pluto conjunct Solar Ascendant.

In early March 1981, Oleg Dal went to Kyiv to audition for the film "An Apple in the Palm".

On March 3, 1981, Dahl has dinner at a hotel with his film partner Leonid Markov, then leaves for his room with a gloomy joke - "I'll go to my place to die." In the morning, Oleg Dal was found dead in bed in his hotel room. Doctors diagnosed death from heart failure.

There are two versions about the cause of Oleg Dal's death. According to one version, Oleg Dal consciously or out of desperation poured a critical dose of vodka into himself, realizing that the next sewn-in "torpedo" would react to it with a sharp jump in pressure. According to this version, Oleg Dal's departure from this world was quite conscious. According to another version, the actor's heart stopped on its own, unable to withstand the enormous psycho-emotional stress of two recent years life (opposition of transiting Uranus with natal Moon-Uranus-Saturn conjunction in 1979-1980).

From my point of view, it could be either one or the other, because. on the one hand, in the directions, transits and solarium there are strong indications of the death of Oleg Dal during this period, and on the other hand, the death of the actor occurred at the moment of the most exact square of the transit Neptune to the natal Neptune and opposition to natal Mercury, namely, on previous intense transits of Neptune to the natal Sun and Venus, the actor went into long and deep binges. I think that by March 1981 Oleg Dal was so mentally and physically exhausted that he could at that moment forget about the mortal danger of a “torpedo” and drink very seriously (consciously or unconsciously striving for death) simply trying to get away from reality and his inner torments and experiences in alcoholic oblivion.

From the memoirs of Elizabeth Dahl:

“Did he foresee his own death?

Oleg was not going to die, but, as a person with a very subtle perception, for the last six months he subconsciously felt that he would die soon. He understood that it would be, that he was ready, that he knew. Sometimes he said things to me...

We were lucky at the end of his life - we rented a dacha in Monino on the cheap. Half of January and all of February we lived in a wonderful house. I somehow entered from the kitchen into a huge hall - he was sitting on the floor and watching some kind of cartoon on TV. Small and with such a sad, sad back of the head. I came up behind: “What is the matter with you, Olezhechka?” He didn't even turn around, "I feel so sorry for all three of you." I realized that he meant our mothers and me. This was literally two weeks before his death. Oleg, by the way, was very stingy with words. When we were leaving the dacha, my liver ached. He never liked to speak tenderness, although he was terribly tormented by pity. I tried to hide unnoticed. He suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?" - “Ah, nonsense! Now we'll come, I'll take you on a trip. I’ll find a boiler, cook raisins, croutons.” He suddenly interrupted me: “No, first you get into a hot bath, take a pill, put on a band-aid ... You need to be very healthy now.” And I didn’t even suspect that he knew how I was treated during attacks. It was two days before his death - on March 1, he left for Kyiv to shoot. Usually, to hide pity, he grumbled: “Well! She ate something or lifted something heavy. Will know!" Last month he, being so stingy with words, spoiled me with attention, words and praises, which was not the case for all ten years.”

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Lyrics of the song "There is only a moment (from the film "Sannikov Land")" (A. Zatsepin)

(In the film "Sannikov Land" Oleg Dal was not allowed to perform this song, and in his performance it came out only together with songs from films performed by Oleg Dal).

Everything is ghostly in this raging world.

That is what is called life.

Eternal peace is unlikely to please the heart.

Eternal rest for gray pyramids,

And for the star that gathered and falls

There is only a moment - a dazzling moment.

Let this world fly into the distance through the centuries.

But not always on the way to me with him.

What I value, what I risk in the world -

In one moment - only in one moment.

Happiness is given to meet, but still trouble

There is only a moment - and hold on to it.

There is only a moment between the past and the future.

That is what is called life.

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The beloved actor remains in the memory of his viewers with his skillfully played roles, productions and performances, as well as his exceptional ability to read poetry. He knew how to get used to his hero and convey to the viewer the true meaning of the whole picture.

Height, weight, age. How old is Oleg Dal

Oleg Ivanovich Dal was very demanding both to himself and to his roles, therefore, from all the invitations of film directors, as well as theater scriptwriters, he chose only those that he liked, which he felt and knew that he could play excellently. That is why each of his roles is a masterpiece.

The audience has always been interested in his personality, height, weight, age, how old Oleg Dal is. He had a wide range of acting, playing in comedies, tragedies, fairy tales and dramas, and all his characters were non-standard and extremely original personalities.

Biography of Oleg Dal

Oleg Dal came into this world in one of today's districts of the Russian capital, and once the city of Lublino, on May 25, 1941. There he spent his childhood in the house number 63 on the street. Moscow, which today is called Lublinskaya. Oleg loved sports since childhood, was fond of basketball, but due to heart disease, this activity had to be abandoned. He was fond of drawing and classical literature. After receiving a certificate at the very end of the fifties, despite the opposition of his parents, Oleg Dal becomes a student of the “chip”. In parallel with the beginning of studies and begins famous biography Oleg Dal.


In parallel with his studies, he begins his first steps in the cinema, as well as performances on the stage of the State Academic Maly Theater. The debut role in the film "My Little Brother" (1962), where he presents to the public an intellectual young man from the Moscow court, gave him a ticket to Big world cinema. This tape was followed by new roles, new successes, national glory and audience love.

Filmography: films starring Oleg Dal

Oleg Dal's filmography includes more than 20 theatrical productions, more than thirty films with his participation, dozens of dubbed voices and scientific films. Basically, Dahl's heroes are his peers, to whom he appropriated his character traits, his gentle, but at the same time sad charm. His performance of Zhenya Kolyshkin in the film Zhenya, Zhenechka and Katyusha, released in the sixty-seventh year, was a colossal success. Although the tape never came out on the big screen, but was allowed only in small towns, Oleg was remembered by the viewer and aroused curiosity. And his debut as a director was presented in the production of "The Princess and the Woodcutter" in the late sixties, where he played the main role.

Oleg Dal strengthens the audience's love with his impeccable two roles in 1968 in the "Old, old fairy tale", the role of the puppeteer and the soldier. Only a truly talented actor can cope with cardinal transformations within the framework of one picture. He also demonstrates the game of two roles in the film "Shadow" (1971).

But the picture "Sannikov Land" was not very fond of Dahl because of the director's ban to sing in the film "There is only a moment", giving preference to O. Anofriev in her performance.


In 1975, his old childhood dream comes true, A. Efos gives Oleg Dal an opportunity to try himself in the role of Pechorin in a fragment of M.Yu. Lermontov's novel “Through the Pages of Pechorin's Magazine”. After reading this novel as a boy, Oleg firmly decided that he would become an actor and play Pechorin.

Dreams of playing the philosophical drama "Vacation in September" came true at the very end of the seventies, Oleg was sure that the role of Vitaly Zilov was his biography, as if it had been written from him, but the picture was released already eight years after the death of the actor.

At the very beginning of the 80s, the actor was accepted into theater rows State Academic Maly Theatre, but he managed to play there only a single role in the production of "The Shore" dir. V.Andreeva. And the final work was the game in the film "The Uninvited Friend", which is launched on the screens in the year of his death (1981).

Personal life of Oleg Dal

This famous actor is a very impulsive person who attracts with his charisma, style and unsurpassed talent. The personal life of Oleg Dal is replete with many novels, love stories and experiences, some of these connections ended in a wedding.

Oleg made several attempts to build a family and meet a woman who would become his reliable friend, loving and faithful wife, adviser and most devoted spectator. On his life path there were three marriages, two of which, due to the scandalous nature of the actor, and also because of his addiction to alcohol, failed.

He was a complex character, with a heightened sense of justice, very self-critical of himself and his game, but his addiction to drink got the better of him. He often got into trouble with directors, he was fined for appearing drunk on film sets, and after the death of his friend V. Vysotsky, he even spoke about his own death. It was such a person that Oleg Dal was. Death, for what reason, why so early, why exactly Oleg? - these questions were spinning in the head of relatives, friends, acquaintances and the entire audience.

After all, it didn’t fit in anyone’s head that a still very young, beloved actor, screenwriter and director would no longer delight the viewer with his new creations. At that time, Oleg Dal was in a deep crisis and it was no longer possible for him to give up his addiction to alcohol, he allegedly invited death by his actions. It was alcohol that caused the death of Oleg Ivanovich in 1981. Oleg Dal, beloved by everyone, did not live up to his fortieth birthday for two and a half months. In the last two months of his life, he and his wife moved to live in a small house in the country.

The funeral of Oleg Dal. Cause of death for what reason?

Death overtook the actor in the capital of Ukraine, in a hotel on March 3, 1981, where Oleg arrived to audition for the film "An Apple in the Palm". On the evening of that day, he got out of the car of friends, near the hotel, saying to them: “ Goodbye! Dahl closed himself in the room, taking with him a bottle of strong alcohol, and drank it to the bottom.


The ampoule, which is commonly referred to as a "torpedo", was sewn into his body, it dramatically increased blood pressure, which led to internal hemorrhage and death of the actor. When the body of Oleg Dal was discovered in the morning, his face was calm, peaceful and a kind of relief.

Grave of Oleg Dal

The funeral of the actor took place on March 7, 1981 at Vagankovsky cemetery Moscow.

Family of Oleg Dal

It fell to Oleg to be born at the very beginning of hostilities in 1941. Mother - was a teacher, and father - worked as a railway engineer.

There are speculations that Oleg in the fifth generation is the great-grandson of V.I. Dahl, who wrote the well-known " Dictionary Great Russian language.

Oleg Dal is the second child in the family of Ivan and Pavla Dal, they also had an older daughter, Iraida. Because of the hostilities, the mother and children left their homes in a hurry on a crowded train, into which a good-natured conductor helped them get on. At the end of the war, they returned, but little Oleg dreamed for a long time of the rumble of aircraft and bombing hometown, at such moments, the mother read him poems by A.S. Pushkin.


Mother doted on her son. He pleased her when he performed in the Dunaevsky choir and played in the drama circle when he demonstrated his piano and guitar playing. He composed best creations at school and managed to cope with his speech impediment on his own. He showed his talent in everything he undertook, it amused his parents' hearts and warmed their souls.

Children of Oleg Dal

Oleg Dal lived through each of his roles, he did not just play, but worried, rejoiced, sad and fell in love with each of his characters. He often improvised, fantasized, thought through every phrase, detail, treated his work with great responsibility. He believed that his roles were the children of Oleg Dal and they simply had to be perfect.

Oleg Dal has no children. Such difficult fate, a complex character, addictions, a tragic perception of the world, and at the same time a very subtle and fragile nature were combined in one person. Oddly enough, in the presence of amazing talent, a huge filmography, audience recognition and respect from colleagues, Oleg Dal did not have time to become People's Artist and never received any prizes or awards. But this did not prevent the actor from forever crashing into the memory of all viewers of Soviet cinema, and becoming an actor with a capital letter.

The ex-wife of Oleg Dal - Nina Doroshina

my first big love Oleg Dal met in the theater, where he came to play already, being a movie star. The ex-wife of Oleg Dal, Nina Doroshina, worked in the same Sovremennik, like most girls, was subdued by the creator of the theater, Oleg Nikolaevich Efremov.

Twenty-two-year-old Oleg Dal was unconsciously in love with Nina Doroshina, and did not see anything around, even the obvious love affair between Nina and Efremov. Being in the captivity of Cupid, he offers her his hand and heart. They play a wedding, with which Nina is taken away by Oleg Efremov. Due to the romance of Doroshina and Efremov, which the girl did not even hide, Oleg Dal's first marriage lasted one day, without having really begun.

The ex-wife of Oleg Dal - Tatyana Lavrova

After a short, unsuccessful first marriage, Oleg Dal, full of hope for a happy family life, meets Tatyana Lavrova, and she becomes his second legal wife. The ex-wife of Oleg Dal, Tatyana Lavrova, was also an actress and played in the theater.

But this relationship did not last long, after two years of marriage, Tatyana Lavrova leaves Oleg. The actor never commented on this marriage, only once opened up to his mother, saying that " Tatyana was evil". After the departure of his wife, he fell into a terrible depression, which increased his addiction to alcohol.

Oleg Dal's wife - Elizaveta Alekseevna Apraksina

And so, Oleg meets a beautiful girl, with a subtle nature, a very educated and well-read Elizabeth Apraksina. She dispelled his loneliness, brightened him up gray life and let him believe in himself, but she couldn’t drive him away from addiction.

Oleg Dal's wife, Elizaveta Alekseevna Apraksina, worked as an editor, was the granddaughter of Boris Eichenbaum, a well-known literary critic. She was four years older than Oleg and had lived the last twenty-two years of her life without him. According to her, these were years of grief for her beloved Oleg, “ he made me, but he also took me" she said.