After reading a wonderful post about the magician Hakobyan, I decided to edit and put here my old post about the amazing clown, Leonid Yengibarov.

He was called "the clown with autumn in his heart." Surprisingly little has been written on the Internet about his amazing miniatures. For example, an amazing number when he stands with his back to the audience and hugs himself with his arms so that it seems that he is hugging a girl. Or a breathtaking miniature about human life: starting with a girl who sways, not knowing how to walk properly; then she turns into a girl, then becomes a mother, still swaying, nursing the baby, stroking his head (higher and higher), swaying puts her hand to her forehead when her son leaves; then the clown somehow shrinks, the movements slow down, and that's it. Of course, it is impossible to retell it, it must be seen.

Yengibarov had an amazing reprise "Thirst" … The hero is tormented by a strong thirst, he notices a jug of water on a high pedestal. He tries to get to him, but it does not work right away. He climbs onto the pedestal, falls, rises again, and so on several times. Finally, he manages to get a jug, he carefully, like the greatest value, takes it in his hands … And then a little girl appears next to him. She approaches and, pointing to the jug, asks with a gesture: “Give it back!” And the clown gives. And a girl on the sidelines begins to pour water on her sand cakes. To fit better. The clown looks on in a daze. Looks painfully long. And suddenly he starts to smile.

Another reprise is "Loneliness". The clown enters the arena. He wants to lie down, rest, but they kick him out. Finds another place – he is driven again. Finally he is alone. Looks into the hall. He asks the audience with a gesture: “Come to me, help me, I feel bad!” But nobody goes. And then he leaves the arena … Slow, strange gait. The audience applauds. But he does not turn around – he leaves, cringing, with a movement of his head, as if saying: "No, it's too late!"

He could do everything. He could reclining on one arm, looking into the distance. He could throw a saucer, a cup somewhere upstairs, and at the very end – a teaspoon, and she, having turned somersaults in the air many times, flopped into the cup. He died at the age of 37.