Interesting quotes from Peter Mamonov about faith
The other day, the poet, musician and actor Pyotr Mamonov turned 70 years old. In honor of the anniversary, we publish bright quotes and statements by Pyotr Nikolaevich about himself, God and life. Me, me, me... How do I know who I am?
I somehow forgot how to answer deftly. Sometimes I watch my past interviews, performances, early songs and think: is this me? It seems like me. But in fact, this is some completely different guy. If I am rotten, then the Church, the body of Christ, is rotten from my side... I cry about this, but, apparently, I cry insincerely, I leave myself evil cracks... And the Lord sees all this. I, Petya Mamonov, have urgent questions: how should I live today, how to cope with my sinful being, thoroughly saturated with vice. This is important to me! It's happiness when they laugh at you! Clown is the most honorable title. Who is this clown? This is a man out of this world. I don’t want to live by the values of this world; I’ll say in jargon, they just stopped “dragging” me. Unfortunately, my friend, art - and this has been clearly proven - does not change people. If it did, we would have lived in paradise a long time ago! So many beautiful things have been written: Shakespeare, Pushkin, Byron, and Gogol - whatever you want! But no... The worst thing is a calm conscience, this is a dream. "I'm fine". Can not be! The first sign that you are on the right path is when you see your sins.
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If I lived a day and no one felt good about it, then I lived it in vain.
All my life I wanted not just happiness, not just pleasure - I wanted bliss. Because Adam and Eve, as the fathers tell us, in Paradise communicated with God directly, just like you and me. And this was bliss. And it’s in the genes of each of us. Therefore, heroin, vodka... this is not a search for happiness, but for bliss. And so I tried, tried, tried and realized that it wasn’t there. Where is it? It must be somewhere. And so God revealed himself to me - I began to little by little gain this experience of faith. I asked and received. Man is a ray. There is a beginning and no end. If you can drink 100 grams with friends and that’s it, then drink it, of course. But you can't, and you know it. That's what I told myself. Now I can drink 100 grams of dry red wine. I treat it as a product, as food, and not as a high. What's happened? The Lord changed it. The Last Judgment is the Lord and you. And there won't be any frying pans there. The way you died is the way you stand before Jesus Christ. Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, with all my deepest respect and love, has a lot of intricacy of thoughts. This clarification of psychology. Behind this, his great compassion for people seems to disappear in the text. Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich, is in my first place now. Everyone should be a saint. Well, they should - whoever wants to. The Lord does not drive the flock ahead of him with a whip. He goes and calls - whoever wants to, goes with Him. My daughter-in-law says to me: “Peter Nikolaevich, now you can call on Skype for free to any part of the world!” I didn’t upset her: I can say to the Creator of the Universe right from here: “Lord, have mercy!” That's what prayer is. This is the coolest thing! This is the coolest thing ever.
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God does not need our good deeds, we need them so that our heart learns to love! It is said: “Do not throw pearls before swine.” It seems that we are pearls and some are pigs. No! The pig just doesn't need a necklace, it stabs him. It's about inconsistency. This means that you shouldn’t talk about it with people who are far from the faith. God has no measure. It is endless - that’s what attracted me, as a lover of real highs - that there is no ceiling... Here you can endlessly increase grace, this light in yourself. I am God's creation.
About “terrible” childhood memories
“I have two terrible memories for which my mother is not at all to blame. But for me it was like being without God. When I was 4.5 years old, I became silent, and when I started talking, I stuttered badly. There was a speech therapy nursery in our yard. And my mother sent me to this nursery. They didn’t do anything terrible to me there. But this was the most terrible memory: the fence lattice, I am behind it, and my dear mother in a beautiful dress leaves, leaving me. And so I cry and scream, I can’t understand why she’s leaving.
Article on the topic Pyotr Mamonov: “We are being fooled” And second. When I was sent to a pioneer camp, I also could not understand how my mother could do this to me - give me to some strangers, while she herself stayed at home? There was an educational moment in my mother’s departure from me. She, loving me very much, wanted me to learn to live on my own. And as a result, guys, when I got married for the first time at the age of 21, I knew how to do everything - darn, wash, cook, clean the apartment, plan, nail, repair. It’s not like my mother sat with me and taught me everything, she threw me into life. So it is with God. Sometimes He seems to leave us. Why is he doing this? For our benefit.
Previously, there were refrigerators that were locked with a key. Many then lived in communal apartments. But we had a separate apartment. When I graduated from school at the age of 16 and wandered around the street for a month or two, my mother locked the refrigerator. On the third day I went to work. I was so eager to eat. Without any notations. I went to work at the Institute of Atomic Energy (to get away from the army) in the department of scientific and technical information, where there were small printing presses. And he began to study to become a printer. I was soon kicked out of there, because I was simultaneously engaged in blackmail - exchanging Russian army boots for imported shirts and jeans. And I was “swept up” for this activity. At the Kurchatov Institute, which was a security facility, a colonel shouted at me: “You betrayed your homeland.” And he slammed these boots right on the table. My parents didn’t make me into a specialist; they wanted me to grow up to be a good, honest person, to have a conscience and shame, and not to “go into economics.”
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About marriage and love
My first marriage lasted 8 years. But my bad habits destroyed our royal union of love. I had a lot of fun. But those around me were scared. All the devils I began to serve by drinking to excess. One of the names of the devil is divider. So he divided us. The son from his first marriage is now 42 years old. He is not a creative person at all, which makes me very happy. A simple working man, engaged in the distribution of communications equipment. We rarely communicate, but we respect each other. I think that this terrible inhumane trauma that I inflicted on him has finally left our lives. Although the scar, of course, remained. The question is not what happened, but everything happened. The question is what to do, what to do now. If I haven't raised my own children properly, what should I do now? I asked this question to my favorite priest, preacher Father Dmitry Smirnov, who recently left us. He said: “There’s no need to raise children. You need to educate yourself. And show love. If children see that dad is trying, drank, but now quit, didn’t like to work, but now works, fought with mom, but now communicates politely, then they will do the same themselves. You can attract and captivate only with love, without any prohibitions.” What is love? It's not like cheese or Mick Jagger. Love is a sacrifice. This is how much I can give you.
As one wise man said: “Love is not when people look at each other, but when they look in the same direction.” Here Olga Ivanovna, my current wife, and I are looking in the same direction. Will be 40 years old soon.
About the good that comes with fists
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"Rock is a thing of the past." Alexander Lipnitsky about modern musical culture - If an insult concerns you personally, a slap in the face to you personally, they humiliate you personally - be patient, humble yourself, pray. If a woman or a child is insulted on a trolleybus, the boor should be punched in the face. As our beloved father Dmitry liked to say: “A fist in the gut, an elbow in the jaw.” If you exceeded self-defense and began to hit him with a baseball bat because he did not give up his seat to the old woman (we are talking about the measure) - he fell and died. And you plunged yourself into the abyss. Everywhere you need moderation, and you need to use your head. It is not for nothing that the holy fathers tell us: “Reasoning is higher than love.” Therefore, you always need to reason. If a drunken lout offends a woman on a trolleybus, should he be killed? Of course not. By the scruff of the neck - and throw him out. They closed the door and he remained outside. Again, if we give room for anger in our hearts, if we punish a child “Oh, you bastard, you’re tired, don’t do that ever again” - this is a sin, and a great one. And if he has gone overboard, he can and should be kicked, but with benefit, with a calm heart, with prayer and patience.
About clinical death
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What is known about the condition of Pyotr Mamonov? “We lived a difficult and terrible life. And it was a complete prison. They were imprisoned for fighting, petty hooliganism. In our yard, almost everyone was in prison. One came out, the other sat down. When I was 25 years old, a file was driven under my heart in a drunken fight. I almost died. My lung was punctured and I lost a lot of blood. He spent 40 days in a coma. There were no visions beyond this threshold. But I remember the feeling - the pain subsided, peace came. Everything is filled with grey. The doctors began to pull me back out. And I say to the doctors: “Why are you bringing me here again?” It’s not like after clinical death I came out and immediately went to church. After being discharged, the first thing I did was go to a pub on crutches and drink beer. I shout: “Disabled people have no turn.” And they poured me 3 mugs at once without a queue. I don’t really like these stories, because it happened with some other person. Why? Because I was a slave to famous guys - devils. No matter how many years you served sin, for at least so many years, or even more, you will have to change your life with the help of God. People change a lot throughout their lives. You can become infinitely better and infinitely worse.
About how I wanted to stand out
— In 1965, I put on glasses, tied a toilet chain to the temple, and put it over my ear. I had a terry towel around my neck. My father went on a business trip to Hungary and brought back beautiful leather shoes from there. There weren't any good shoes back then. And these shoes were three sizes too big for me. I tied the laces very tightly to prevent the shoes from falling off. I sewed myself white trousers from a sheet. And this is how I walked along Gorky Street (now Tverskaya - Ed.) at the age of 14. All trembling, here I am fashionable.
We bought bottles of sparkling water and sat on the sidewalk on Pushkin Square, which was already a very strong sign of protest. They shook these bottles of soda, took water into their mouths and spat at people passing by. One guy comes up and says: “Guys, why are you doing this?” “To bring the average person out of a state of mindless hibernation,” we answered. This was our slogan. To be different from everyone else. That's where the devil is - I'm the most fashionable, the coolest, the special. Why is that? Because it's empty inside.
About heart attack and surgery
— I recently had a heart attack. I'm sitting at home, feeling a little achy. I can’t sleep, I think I need a drink. I have a lot of wine. I drank half a bottle once and slept. It hurts again. I think something is wrong. It turned out to be a heart attack. We need to have an operation. And I have many comrades who had heart problems. They went through quite simple operations and many died. My age and even younger. So I went into surgery and prepared to die. I distributed all my vinyl records and began to think about death. Of course I'm terrible. It is clear. But still, I somehow tried, somehow crawled in this direction in the hope that maybe he would take me at least as the last one? And when I die, there will be a moment, a gate, and then I will stand before God. I set myself up like this and went into this operation quite calmly. I came across the best surgeon in our city quite by accident. I thought they would cut me open and open me up. It turns out that everything was done through some kind of artery. I lay down for an hour, and hop - everything is ready. There was no particular pain. I lay down for three days and my wife and I were going home. And I have this feeling, I think: “Wow! This life again? We have to get up again in the morning.” I was so disappointed, honestly. I was so well prepared (to die - Ed.).
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