"Marina is usually called me and said:" Volodya went. "Go" - then goes into booze. A lot of time Marina was shot, was flying to Rome for filming and stuff, well and tired of it, of course. Because it is very hard with him was - he was very sick. Once I did 10 days pass.

"One time we all got drunk together. Usually if I drank, then Volodya was busy with me, and vice versa. He has in the song: "drunk and sober, we always turn. This is exactly how we saved each other. And at that time was to blame for Marina, she drove us. And we found ourselves with a drunken Volodya at two o'clock in the morning, with the bags on the street. Let's go to the airport. He, of course, no one takes a plane to Russia. We passed the luggage and left on the street. He says: Go to any pub, I thought: better to a Russian tavern, which he will look at Pigalle, where you can buy morphine and cocaine. Because he was at that time was sitting on a needle.

He drinks and said: "Well, we're with you in life never drank, come on, a small glass of drink to my health." A small pile of me - it felt like a shark blood. And I succumbed - drank a little pile, I remember, it was with Jean Tatlyana, tavern "Two Guitars". And away we go. And the result was the song "The French demons.

Only with a gun does not shoot Volodya, and I. "A friend of mine in black boots fired the pistol. He wore black boots. He sang "And where's your black pistol, and I'm in a drunken haze he thought:" Mother dear, a pistol, he's here ", I'm guarding Vysotsky - and rams a pistol. Already the police drove up, but we pretended that we were going sober - and the corner. One of the illustrations in the book is about the story, by the way. "

"The song has cost him a serious quarrel with Marina. He went to Moscow - Marina him flew, and he sang it, "Devils. Marina listened, got up, turned pale and began to collect defiantly suitcase. He said: "Marinochka that you and I do not understand." And she says: "I have suffered this week, but I was not in the song. Jealousy was terrible, because he does anyone not written as many songs as me - 12 songs. And she is my aunt stubborn, packed up and left for two months.

And such a stupid phrase written in his book, when Volodya died: "I do not understand what bound them together, and that this was a friendship that they could tie, but the love of alcohol and talent, which they both enjoyed." But even one of this list is enough to people - immigrants from Russia - were friends and loved each other. Even if we were just drunk, we could become friends, but we still talented people!

Maybe once he drank merrily, but in recent years, it was very frightening. He instantly lost control over myself and just stood there and mumbled something or slowly beating his head against the wall. Get through to his consciousness could only me. Were very difficult binges, binges are in fact different. I'm here, too, was booze: I sang with the gypsies, a week can not sleep, chudil, but was always able to someone in the ear-stands, to dance ».