To say goodbye to the famous producer and film director came three famous actresses. All three were dressed in dark, but with a look at style, and all three were measured with sad expressions of faces, but with notes of cocktail and looking at each other – does not the competitor play this scene better? After playing a farewell and pressing the clothes to the faces a decent number of times, all three stood up in the corner of the hall in a dramatic circle.
He was such a man! I shrugged my head, the actress said. Galanty, attentive and smart. A real old school gentleman. I loved him.
"The words of love are silent when separated," Shakespeare's second quotation did not refrain. But I could not love him. There are no more such men.
How he was able to give you a good mood, sweetheart! I squeezed my third nose. Look at him, he is still smiling.
All three looked at the quietly lying film director, whose lips, indeed, froze in a half-smile, exactly he liked the game of actors and he was ready to get up and command: "Stop! is removed! It was great, we move to the stage on the street!”
Fifteen years ago, we almost got married, the first one began to remember. He fell in love with me as a boy and was crazy about me. I also lost my head. I agreed to play in the movie for half the fee, just to be around. His driver brought me baskets of flowers, he drove me through the restaurants. And one morning I came in a white Mercedes, in a frake and kneeled. He got a box out of his pocket and said, “This is my main family jewelry. My grandmother’s golden coffin, noble. Take it as a sign of my love...” And then the shooting ended, life scattered us across different cities, and the wedding did not end. But I always remember that he gave me the most precious piece of his soul.
The actress slightly broke the dress, showing the satellites a golden knot on her chest.
I looked at the second one. He gave me the same during the shooting. I also had a crazy novel. But he told me that it belonged to the French president’s wife, and he bought it at a Paris auction.
The second actress pulled off the dress and showed a similar golden hook on her chest.
"And he told me that the coffin was inherited from his aunt, who was the mistress of Brezhnev," said the third actress.
The three actresses stared astonished.
Are you willing to play for half the fee? I asked the first.
Even less, whispered the second. “He promised that we would get married, and all his money would still be our common.
I only paid a quarter. What a wretched thing! I sing, said the third.
The old school! The first actress went through, looking at the film producer, who continued to lie peacefully with an ironic half-smile.