Alexander Vertinsky

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Age: 28

Lives in: Moscow, Russian Empire

Occupation: Actor, poet, artist, singer

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Vera Kholodnaya

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Project 1917 is a series of events that took place a hundred years ago as described by those involved. It is composed only of diaries, letters, memoirs, newspapers and other documents

Alexander Vertinsky with Vera Kholodnaya

Moscow, Russian Republic

13.01.18

Among my acquaintances, there is a beautiful young woman, the wife of Ensign Kholodny—Vera Kholodnaya. Once, having met her on Kuznetsky Most, where she used to walk every day, I suggested that she tried her luck in cinema. At first, she refused, but then became interested, and I brought her to a cinema studio and introduced her to the director. They liked Kholodnaya. Soon they began to offer her work. Before I could, as they say, blink an eye, she was already acting in picture after picture, and her success with the public grew with every new role.

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Alexander Vertinsky

Moscow, Russian Republic

09.01.18

It is becoming harder to live in Moscow. They are stashing things away in stores. Sugar, white bread have disappeared. You cannot buy anything, even with my kind of money. And here, as luck would have it, I managed to fall in love with one ballerina. The ballerina is talented, but wicked, moody and unbelievably greedy. With great effort, thanks to my name and income, I managed to get for her anything imaginable—perfume, eau de cologne, soap, face powder, chocolate, sweets, pastries. Because I knew the right people I would be given anything. I bought her gold things, fabric for dresses—silk, chiffon, velvet, muslin… She accepted all this as a given, but it was still not enough for her.

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Alexander Vertinsky

Moscow, Russian Republic

18.09.17

The revolution didn’t change anything for us, the bohemians. It might as well have never happened. Some new cafes opened, “Pitersk” on Kyznetsky St and the “Poets’ Cafe” on Nastas’insky St. By then we’d stopped wearing yellow jackets, but, as always, continued to think up oddball ideas. Not that anyone was really paying attention. See more

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