LETTER FROM CHARLIE CHAPLIN'S DAUGHTER

No love selflessly and unconditionally, than the love of parents for their children. Charlie Chaplin, father of 12 children, in 1965, being the wiser old man, 76 years old, wrote a letter to his daughter Geraldine dvadtsatiodnoletny looking for a dance at the Paris scene. Letter emotional, deeply personal, but at the same time suitable for each of us. This is an example of paternal love and care, grief and joy, pride and experience, accumulated wisdom and keep it childhood. "I've never been an angel - wrote a genius of cinema - but I always wanted to be a man. Try and you."Read this letter and think about what you have taught your parents, and what you want to teach your children. "My girl! It's night now. Christmas night. All armed warriors small fort fell asleep. Spyat your brother, your sister. Even your mother was asleep. I almost woke asleep chicks getting to this half-lit room. How far are you from me but let me go blind if your image is not necessary to always before my eyes. Your portrait - here, on the table, and here, near my heart. And where are you? There, in a fabulous Paris on the majestic dance theater stage on the Champs Elysees. I know it, 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. I hear that you play in this festive and light play the role of the Persian beauties captive Tatar khan. Whether beauty and dance! Be a star and shine on! But if the enthusiasm and gratitude to the public 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'm your father, Geraldine!I - Charlie, Charlie Chaplin! Do you know how many nights I sat by your bedside when you was a baby, telling you a fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty, a waking dragon? And when my dream to wax dim old eyes, I taunted him and said: "Go away! My dream - a dream of my daughter" I have seen your dreams, Geraldine, have seen your future, your date. I saw a girl dancing on the stage, fairy, moving across the sky.Heard the public say, "See that girl? She is the daughter of the old jester. Remember his name was Charlie?" Yes, I - Charlie! I - old buffoon! Today it's your turn. Dance! I danced in a wide ragged pants, and you dance in a silk dress princess. These dances and thunderous applause at times you will offer up to heaven. Fly! Fly there! But get down on the ground! You should see people's lives, the lives of the street dancers who dance, shivering with cold and hunger. I was like them, Geraldine. On the nights of those magical nights when you fall asleep, lulled by my tales, I was awake.I looked at your face, listening to beats of your heart and ask yourself, "Charlie, do this kitten will ever know you?" You do not know I, Geraldine. Set of tales told I'm in those nights, but his tale - never. And it is also interesting. It is a tale about a hungry buffoon, who sang and danced in the poor neighborhoods of London, and then collecting alms.Here it is, my story! I knew what hunger is, that this will not have a roof over their heads. More than that, I've experienced a humiliating pain wanderer-jester, whose chest was raging an ocean of pride, and this pride hurt wounded thrown coins. And yet I am alive, so let's leave it.better to talk about you. After your name - Geraldine - should my name - Chaplin. With this name for more than forty years I have amused people on earth. But I cried more than they laughed. 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. And if she is pregnant, if they do not have money for diapers for their unborn child, put the money in his pocket. I ordered the bank to pay for these your expenses. But all other pay strictly on the account. From time to time ezdi on the subway or on the bus, walk on foot and explore the city. looking into people! Look for widows and orphans! And at least once a day, say to yourself, "I am the same as they are." Yeah, you're one of them, a girl!Moreover. Art, before you give a man wings, so that he could fly up, usually breaks his leg. And if the day will come when you will feel themselves above the audience, immediately throw the scene. At the first taxi, Come near Paris. I know them very well! There you will see a lot of dancers like you even more beautiful, graceful, with greater pride. Blinding spotlight of your theater will not be there at all. Spotlight for them - Moon. vgljad good, Peer! Do not dance they better than you? Admit it, my girl! There is always one who dances better than you, who play better than you! And remember: in the family, Charlie was not such a boor, who swore to the cab or mocked a beggar sitting on the bank of the Seine. I will die, but you will live. I want you never knew poverty. With this letter I am sending you a check book, so you can spend as you wish. But when Istratiy two francs, do not forget to remind yourself that the third coin - not yours. It must belong to a stranger who needed it. And this you can easily find. One has only to want to see these poor strangers, and you meet them everywhere.I speak to you about the money, because they knew the devilish power. I have a lot of time spent in the circus. And always very worried about high-wire. But I must tell you that the people most likely to fall on solid ground than walkers with unreliable rope. Maybe one of the dinner evenings you bedazzle any diamond. At the same time it will be dangerous for you rope, and falling for you is inevitable.Maybe one day you will captivate the beautiful face of a prince. On the same day, you will be inexperienced tightrope walker, but the inexperienced always fall. Do not sell your heart for gold and jewelry. Know that most huge diamond - the sun. Fortunately, it shines for everyone. And when the time comes, and you love, you love this man with all my heart. I told your mother that she wrote to you about it. She understands love me anymore, and it is better to talk to you the most about it. Work you hard, I know it. Your body covered with a piece of silk. For the sake of art can appear on stage and naked, but back there should not only dressed, but also cleaner. I am old, and maybe my words sound funny. But, in my opinion, your naked body should belong to those who love your naked soul. It does not matter if your opinion on this issue ten years ago, that is owned by the departing time. Fear not, these ten years you grow old. But be that as it may, I want you to be the last man of the people who will be the subjects of the island bare. I know that fathers and children are among a perpetual fight. Voyuy with me, with my thoughts, my girl! I do not like obedient children. And as long as my eyes are not tears flowed to this letter, I want to believe that today's Christmas night - the night of miracles. I want to see a miracle happened, and all you really understood what I wanted to tell you. Charlie has aged, Geraldine. Sooner or later, instead of a white dress for the stage you have to go into mourning, to come to my grave. Now I do not want to upset you. Only cast a glance in the mirror - there you will see my features. In your veins my blood. Even when the blood in my veins is cool, I want you to not forget his father Charlie. I was not an angel, but always wanted to be a man.Try to you. kiss you, Geraldine. Your Charlie. December 1965 "