“We need to think about what we will do on Thursday if we die on Wednesday” – Society – Kommersant

In the main cathedral of the Donskoy Monastery, Muscovites said goodbye to the musician and actor Pyotr Mamonov. He died at the age of 70 in a hospital in Kommunarka from complications caused by COVID-19. During his lifetime, he often said that death is only the beginning. Standing in the temple next to the coffin, he wanted to believe.

Those who came to say goodbye to Pyotr Mamonov went to the temple of the Don Icon of the Mother of God. The police officers, passing them through the frames, talked among themselves. “Everything is here, and no one has left since morning,” they clearly did not understand the meaning of what was happening.

The upper part of the facade of the five-domed temple was covered with a green mesh due to repair work, but golden crosses shone brightly in the sun from above. Hundreds of people gathered in front of the cathedral. Men with earrings in their ears and without earrings, women with headscarves and without them, unshaven personalities slightly beaten by life, Orthodox priests, seminarians, bikers in leather jackets, hipsters with dyed hair, students in sunglasses, artists of varying degrees of fame in trousers and black shirts, businessmen and office workers in suits indicating different levels of wealth, tightly knit tough men in T-shirts with the inscription “Forty forties.” Finally, just people of different ages with and without medical masks.

His fans came to say goodbye to Pyotr Mamonov – perhaps he himself was just as contradictory.

“I will not go in, because I am in shorts and a Hawaiian,” a young man with a huge backpack over his shoulders whispered to his girlfriend. It was evident that he had come from afar and had only managed to get to the monastery, but did not have time to dress appropriately for such an occasion. “I think Pyotr Nikolaevich would only be glad,” the girl in the headscarf reassured him and took her hand.

A black wooden coffin with the body of Peter Mamonov stood under the icons, surrounded by flowers, which were continuously placed in vases. Also, people continuously approached the coffin, crossed themselves and kissed the glass lid. From time to time, someone wiped the glass with a napkin.

Pyotr Nikolayevich himself seemed to look more serene than ever – with a calm smile on his thin, stubbled face. “In the cinema, I went to the coffin four times – it’s not scary, just a responsible matter,” he once said in an interview. It seems that when real death came for Pyotr Mamonov, he again completely coped with this important matter.

“We have to think about what we will do on Thursday if we die on Wednesday,” Petr Mamonov addressed the audience at a concert several years ago. He argued that with faith in God “it becomes easier to live and endure trials” for which “a person must always be ready”. “You have to be a brush in the hands of God, to do well whatever you undertake,” he preached. Many times in public speeches, he admitted that he was not afraid of death, spoke about it easily, because life, as he argued, is only the beginning.

Peter Mamonov died on Thursday, not Wednesday.

The choir sang “Eternal memory, eternal memory”, people joined him, voices dissolved under the high vault of the cathedral.

“I feel sorry for Peter Nikolaevich, somehow he is very early,” sighed a man of about 45. “Everyone has his own hour,” a young woman remarked, on whose vest was written “The Social Center of St. Tikhon”. “His own, but he is always at the wrong time,” the interlocutor tried to argue anyway.

The funeral service for the deceased was Hieromonk Cosmas, head of the St. Tikhon Social Center at the Donskoy Monastery. “He was the spiritual father of Pyotr Nikolaevich,” said the volunteers. At the suggestion of Peter Mamonov, Hieromonk Kosma starred in the film “Tsar” directed by Pavel Lungin, where he played a priest.

When the choir sang “Holy God, holy mighty”, the coffin was lifted and carried outside to take it to the cemetery. The procession slowly moved towards the exit, from there the sun’s rays beat directly into the temple. It seemed as if powerful spotlights were illuminating the stage on which Pyotr Mamonov was performing for the last time.

The coffin was carried up the steps. The crowd in the square applauded, and someone exclaimed: “Christ is Risen!” People answered in a discordant chorus: “Truly!” Until the car with the coffin left, the last applause of Pyotr Mamonov did not end, but only intensified, turning into the sounds of the long-awaited rain.

According to the last will of the artist, he was buried in the cemetery in Verey near Moscow, where he lived in recent years.

Maria Litvinova



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