At the first taxi go to the neighborhood of Paris. And if the day comes when you feel themselves above the audience, immediately catch the scene. Art, before giving wings to man so that he could fly up, usually breaks his leg. Keep an eye to the people! Look for widows and orphans! And at least once a day say to yourself, "I am the same as they are." Yes, you're one of them, a girl! Moreover. From time to time ezdi the subway or bus, walk and explore the city on foot. But all other pay strictly on the account. I ordered the bank to pay for these thy costs. And if she is pregnant, if they do not have money for diapers for the unborn child, put the money in his pocket.
KATE SPADE LETTER TO DAUGHTER LEAKED DRIVER
Geraldine, in a world in which you live, there are not only the music and dance! At midnight, when you come out of the great hall, you can forget the rich fans, but do not forget to ask the taxi driver that will take you home, his wife. With this name more than forty years, I make people laugh on earth. After your name - Geraldine - should my name - Chaplin. More than that, I have experienced a humiliating pain wanderer-jester, in whose breast raged the whole ocean of pride, and this pride hurt injured toss a coin.
Here it is, my story! I knew what hunger is that this will not have a roof over their heads. This is a tale about a hungry clown who sang and danced in the slums of London, and then collect alms. A lot of tales told I'm in those nights, but his tale - never. I looked at your face, listening to your heart beats and asked myself: "Charlie, do this kitten will ever know you?" You do not know me, Geraldine. In those nights, in those magical nights when you fall asleep, lulled by my fairy tales, I was awake. Fly! Fly there! But get down on the ground! You have to see people's lives, the lives of those street dancers who dance, shivering with cold and hunger. These dances and applause will sometimes offer you to heaven. Dance! I danced in a wide ragged pants, and you dance in a silk dress princess. Remember, his name was Charlie? "Yes, I'm Charlie! I'm an old buffoon! Today is your turn. Heard the audience said, "See that girl? She is the daughter of the old buffoon. I saw a girl dancing on stage, fairy, moving across the sky. I have seen your dreams, Geraldine, saw your future, your date. I am your father, Geraldine! I'm Charlie, Charlie Chaplin! Do you know how many nights I sat by your bedside when you were a baby, telling you the tale of Sleeping Beauty, about waking the dragon? And when my dream to wax dim old eyes, I mocked him, and said: "Go away! My dream - a dream of my daughter! » Be beautiful and dance! Be a star and shine! But if the enthusiasm and gratitude to the audience you are intoxicated, if the fragrance of flowers presented to swallow your head, then sit in a little corner and read my letter, listen to the voice of your heart. I hear that you play in this festive and light play the role of Persian Beauty, captive Tatar khan. I know this, and yet it seems to me that in the silence of the night I hear your footsteps, see your eyes that shine like stars in the winter sky. And where are you? There, in a fabulous Paris, dancing on the majestic theater stage on the Champs Elysees.
Your portrait - here on the table, and here, near my heart. How far are you from me! But let me go blind if your image is not necessary always before my eyes. I almost woke asleep chicks getting to this half-lit room. Read this letter and think about what you have taught your parents, and what you want to teach your children. "I've never been an angel," wrote the genius of cinema, "but I've always wanted to be a man. This is an example of his father's love and concern, sadness and joy, pride and experience, accumulated wisdom and keep it in childhood. Letter emotional, deeply personal, but at the same time suitable to each of us.
Charlie Chaplin, the father of 12 children, in 1965, being the wiser old man of 76 years, wrote a letter to his daughter Geraldine dvadtsatiodnoletny, seeking yourself in the dance at the Paris scene.
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