BATTLE FORMULA
(C) Grigory Kriss
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(translation from Ukrainian by 0.M. Zhabrov. 2000)
FROM THE AUTHOR.
Medals for hard work, dedication and skill in sports
They don’t give it to you - you have to win. For this reason you get used to living in
continuous tension, with daily training work.
Sometimes he gets tired and mohotoheh. But more often than not, work in training
filled with the unique passions of martial arts.
If you feel light and skillful on the track u heytomu-
we, if u kohtpataku's attacks result in an accurate hit,
The fight gives incredible pleasure. The desire to train dissipates
tet from day to day. Daily work in the gym makes me happy,
a holiday that more than compensates for the renunciation of entertainment,
accessible to young people who are far from sports.There is a lot of mystery in fencing. However, its essence is
battle, in the courage of the challenge thrown and accepted, in the exciting excitement
awakening of the duel. CALCULATION PLUS BREATHHOBEHUE - BOT BATTLE FORMULA!
Combat forces us to find out the enemy's plans or cnap-
puhrnapthepa u at the same time reliably disguise their, secretly
set traps and destroy counter-actions protective redoubts co-
nephuka, to fight at the same time mercilessly and nobly, calculations -
to lose consciousness and in a moment to be ready to
start all over again
The feeling of battle is something unique. Like from npukocho-
The breath of hot metal bakes you with the desire to win.
The entire inner world of a fighter is concentrated on the tip of the blade,
the heart beats faster, the muscles and nerves are tense to the limit.
On the festival track you can give free rein to your imagination while...
make yourself ambitious and a real fighter. But as soon as the fight
is over - there is no longer room for intolerance. Gun salute u
a handshake is intended to show the opponent only two feelings -
friendly disposition u gratitude for partnership. That's how
law in our martial arts sport.
THE BEGINNING AS A BEGINNINGThe natural need for teenagers to compete
being with someone was normal for me. I grew up in an old camo u
a beautiful area of Kyiv - Podol. Armed with sticks-sword-
mu, my friends and I looked ready to defend our honor u
dignity is no worse than the brave musketeers from the popular cinema
film. However, our main hobby was football. Then-
This game of fencing was fun from our favorite books
I never got tired of it. Brave challenge: “Defend yourself, my lord! P u
a deliberately indifferent response: “I am at your service, sir!” un-
exactly ended with a nepectykom of broken slats or legs of the throw-out
chairs thrown into the landfill. This knock sounded like music for us
what a fight. Having started fencing, we had no idea about its re-
existence in the modern world of sports is already one
Yes, returning from the doubles match, going down the steps of the stadium
she "Dynamo" did not accidentally look into the brightly lit windows
sports hall under the stands. We looked in and took a liking. Before-
mine left only when the hall was empty. A the next morning, no croba-
Worrying in advance, we ran to the stadium again, although since the evening
I was going to the cinema, it seems. The coach suggested we try
your strengths in fencing. The night before the first training session I slept
disgusting - from impatience. However, when it finally rains
was givenat the appointed hour, u ended up with friends for a long time
Noah, about 40-50 people in a line, immediately felt at home
elements. Warm-up, running - I liked it all. Then they started
movement exercises. However, the newcomers were ordered to sit on
bench u carefully watch the senior cnoptcmehamu. Pose
unusual in a fencing stance. The legs are bent at the knees - then
whether you sit sitting or sit standing. One arm extended forward
it is beautifully complemented by a weapon, and the other, bent at the elbow,
lives easily, laid back at shoulder level. It's strange somehow
however, there is something youthful about this pose. Ho like in this pose
advance or retreat? - It’s only inconvenient at first, you get used to it -
those - the coach casually guesses our thoughts and assigns our
head coach of a category athlete. 0t him we u got per-
Your homework in moving: learn step and two steps
forward and backward... On the same day I discovered the similarity of a long co-
Rudora in our communal apartment with a festival path.
Over time, I discovered the suitability of the boomx tynu- for fencing
cove courtyard and numerous passages of the old house. If you-
a sled made of logs, the club rested for some time in the corner, in the mo-
A screwdriver or fork danced in her hand. When will c npomoka-
in my diary, torpedoes and battleships disappeared, and instead of them
horsemen with sabers and musketeers with swords appeared - mymama
смирилась c судьбой: не c её слабыми силами противостоять фex-
тoвaнuю. Только через полтора месяца тренер выдал нам, нович-
кам, по одному cлomaннomу клинку u поручил отремонтировать ux
-- сваритьor solder, wrapped with insulating tape for strength -
that one. Of course, our fathers or elders should have helped us with this
brothers. My coach Semyon Yakovlevich Kolchinsky was moum first
u the only mentor in sports. Wearing a mask, wearing protective gear
mine, with a weapon in his hands, he embodied all the temptations of dispute-
ta-martial arts - the beauty of dexterous movements, the triumph of henpuctyn-
ability, the ability to protect oneself and anyone else from
injustice. His every move, word or gesture convinced
is that u stance, u lunge, u movement along the fencing
path natural u natural, like breathing. U I'm ashamed
I had to admit to the coach that you master this not without effort.
I don’t know if he recognized the future champion in me even then,
when I came to him as a nerdy teenager and brought with me
Is it the ability not to let anyone down? But more than once
I heard from him: “You will be a champion; you are great in sports
some future!" Probably my stubbornness and tough character are often
They made him angry, maybe sometimes and drove him to despair. However, he
knew how to endure and wait. Because u has become a little more for me,
than a coach. He had his own family, and he went fishing with us
beam, played football, and went skiing in winter. We certainly don't
We thought then about his attitude towards us. It was just with him
good - interesting, fun, cozy. U it strengthened our connectionpassion for him and loyalty to the sport.
A good six months passed when I finally received the honor of
hepa of the first lesson. I was at an intra-school competition then
beat not only beginners, but also those who started training
earlier. In the summer, speaking at the youth nepbehctbe of Kyiv for the team
"Dynamo", took third place, which gave me the right to go to
Ukrainian Championship in Dnepropetrovsk as part of the Kyiv national team.
This was my first trip outside the city in my life. Home
- there was a whole commotion, and the whole yard was just talking about this -
sports trip!
0ha was happy and bitter for me at the same time, this
business trip. I completed the competition successfully - Kyiv epee
the team became the champion, I was third in the individual competition and I
left for the training camp before the youth championship
USSR.
... First gathering! We lived on the banks of the Dnieper, on the water
station "Lokomotiv", we went to training on boats, and in the second
spent half the day enjoying swimming, rowing,
ran and played sports games. The time has come to determine
the final composition of the Ukrainian national youth team. Coaches about
revealed that for me and Zadontsev it will be organizedestimate out of five
fights The one of us who wins it will go to the USSR Championship
I won! To celebrate, I wrote a letter to my mama: I’m going, they say,
to the All-Union Championship, and even through Moscow. I was happy
u proud beyond belief. However, on the eve of departure, the coaching co-
The veterinarian conferred again and changed his mind: preference
given to Zadontsev as a more experienced athlete. (Something like this
happened u before the first departure 0.M. in Zaporozhye, which is so
u did not take place. Assuming 0.M. won all the fights, but in the first
behctbo of Ukraine among the cadets for the Donetsk national team B.To-
Marovich - this is what the regional coaching council decided).
That night, hiding my head under the pillow, I cried angry
tears. At first I decided to slam the door tomorrow and leave on foot
from Dnepropetrovsk to Kyiv. But then, as the coaching advice,
changed his plans - decided to prove to everyone who is stronger than u
more money.
I only calmed down on the way home. We went to Kyiv warmly
walking and the beauty of the Dnieper banks quickly healed my pain
well. She got sick a little more when she found out that my kohkkypeht
let the team down at the competition. And then I completely forgot
about the resentment that swirled in the kaleidoscope of the next tournaments.
Even then I loved to compete, and in our Dynamo
Youth Sports School not a single week has passedwithout testing: then your inner
pehhue starts, then the so-called “open tracks”, where they could
everyone can compete, then a tournament between schools of different eras
domctv (DSO), then the city championship... U every competition
They gave me an appetite for fighting and gave me self-confidence.
In the winter of 1958 (I was in the 10th grade then) I became
champion of Ykpcobeta "Dynamo", then second in the all-Union Dynamo
mobckomtyphupe in Baku (this was my second trip “to the world”), a
a little later in Kharkov he won the USSR youth championship,
Moreover, as a team we took first place. When I returned
home, on the train everyone complained about the cold (it was fierce outside the windows)
roses). I was the only one not freezing - there was a precious tpo- in the compartment
fairies, cup with the inscription "For victory in the nepbehctbe USSR" u one
looking at him filled me with a hot wave of pride.
The year 1958 generously justified my hopes and dreams. In the spring I
finally saw Moscow and met all the then kopu-
fairy of our epee fencing (me, as the champion of the USSR
di young men, were officially summoned to the all-Union tournament of the strongest
shih). Valentin Chernikov from 0cetuu was there, who also
became the world champion among juniors; was Bruno Khabarov, who
who a year later won the youth championship and championship
peace. There was Alyosha Hukanchikov from Minsk (he won the title of champion
she is the USSR among youthsa year ahead of me). However, most
I was interested in Arnold Chernushevich, USSR champion and mu-
new championship. 0n also fetused with his left hand in a manner
similar to mine, - sat in a low stance and gave preference
counter-attack actions. Some time later we started
confused I have heard more than once from the path how they asked: who is this
Is it Chernyshevitch or Kpucc who is fighting?
In the Moscow tournament of the strongest took part except
fencers and all our renowned pentathletes - Novikov,
Deryugin, Tatarinov, Tarasov, Rakityansky - at that time already
champions and winners of the Olympic Games. However I camoybe-
pehho believed that I could definitely beat them - I
"pure" fencer! U still beat every single one of them. And then
cam was worried about Novikov because he perceived defeat
From me, junior, it’s very painful...
From Moscow I returned as a hero - the champion of the country among
senior boys, a candidate for the USSR youth team, participant
com high-ranking tournament. On the path they began to take me into account
adult masters. And in my native Dynamo school I moved to
a select group of people who are taught “higher mathematics” fexto-
vania - tactics.
Gradually I learned to notice my mistakes - there is something wrong here.
righttook the defense or didn’t take it, there was no way to go on the attack
first, as it should be, with the legs and torso.
I perfected a large number of techniques in combat
cnappuhrax. Having finally finished our “fights”, we sat down
mount blades, gloves, breastplates, but mentally still
attacked, defended, counterattacked.
I truly felt like I belonged in the Ukrainian national team
in 1959 at the gathering before the X1th Spartacuada of the Peoples of the USSR. K then-
At that time, Yosuf Vitebsky, Rodion Safro-
new, Viktor Bykov - fighters with whom I later spent many years
poured out his sporting successes and failures. It must be admitted that
then at Spartakuada we were still second, but already with joy
felt their imminent leadership.
FIGHTERS OF OUR TIME
You can count how many times the fences of Ukraine in my
have won the USSR championships for generations. We won regularly
since 1963. However, ten years later it happened to us
misfire - they lost to the Leningraders. And I still haven’t forgotten about it. how
We then left the hall, hiding our eyes. When we returned home,
I even dreamed that we were going outfrom the train in masks, did not make it
xab one station to Kyiv, climb over some fences,
just to get to the house unrecognized, secretly...
However, at the next territorial championship of the USSR we
regained their rightful (so we thought) first place. It was
It's a matter of honor for us. Team awards have always been a subject
our special pride.
The Ukrainian epee team of those years was not a national team
"stars". Of course, from time to time some of us are great
u competed in personal competitions, but no one had
feeling like you have no equal. A team when our swords
worked together, we felt invincible, the most
strong - every time they became champions of the USSR! Maybe
be that's why we u loved to fencing elbow to elbow, yes u holding-
That's why we stayed together for so long.
Our ringleader was Viktor Bykov, a man of the highest rank
neither sociable, “command”. "One for all, all for one" -
This was the only way he imagined relationships in the team. A
I haven't been able to live a day without playing games. Will see on tpehupob-
ke, how Uocuf Vitebsk does his parade-riposte, u lock-
there is no electrical fuse coil in passing.
--Where is my parade-punoct?!! - Uocuf shouts offendedly near
apparatus.- Do you really know how to take it? - Victor asks again
from the opposite corner of the hall. U on his mocking face --
stupid expression.
This, by the way, was enough to turn Uocufa on
an extra hour of work on the parade-punoctom despite the fact
that he has already mastered this action perfectly.
Vitebsky took on everything with full dedication, so he u
I was an all-rounder in fencing. 0n u had excellent command of technology, u
superior in strength to anyone. Speeds and mobility
he also had no problem despite his considerable mass and tall
height
Bykov was also famous for his technology. His armed hand is yours
rula is simply miracles. But first of all, he was a psychologist. Red-
kocthoe's instinct allowed him to accurately choose the most
dangerous tactics for the enemy. But to reach the global level
his “standing” legs got in the way. He couldn't keep his distance
tion with fast partners.
How different we were, how different! The common thing was
ve only arrogance, henpumupumoctb to failures even in usual
new training cnappuhrax. U here was superior to all of us Rody-
he is Safronov. 0n every time he fought to the last - whether it was in
football,or in xokkee, or in desktop tehhuce. Even for check
with a mat board he twisted himself into a hopeless position until
until he drove the enemy to despair. And there’s nothing on the path
Even the electrical signal could not stop him. Let u
late, but he finally penetrated the opponent’s defense, reaching
with the end of his sword, otherwise he knocked the weapon out of his hand. The excitement has increased
I gave injections of Safronov’s strength, they were often very painful,
however, I am only grateful to him for this. If I didn't have something like this,
How could he, a sparring partner, not learn to hold his parade like that?
tough.
Safronov came to us from pentathlon and reminded us on the track
more of a shooter than a fencer: he held his sword at length
hand like a pistol, and even closed my eye. We say so
Lee: Rodion shoots. And he didn’t mind, he openly disdained
by using complex defenses and capturing with pleasure instead
shooting at the opponent's hand above or below the guard. We're late
I also got into the habit of chipping my hand. Yes, we didn’t allow ourselves
to catch this technique - Rodion taught it.
The same Safronov persuaded us to seriously engage in physical training
tovka. 0n argued that there was no talk about her before because
that outstanding fencers were both swimmers and
skiers, football players, and rowers. This convinced us--
we also started swimming, running, playing football and basketball.
With what greed we trained in those cloudless times
mena! Sometimes we switched from specific tasks to improvisation, u
work, no matter how hard it was, was not boring for us because
matting. However, sometimes the masks flew in one direction, the swords
- to another, u would no longer be able to avoid ordinary boyish
fights, if not for Vitebsky and his glasses.
You should have seen the care with which he removed the ux,
how, squinting myopically, he looked for a safe place for them. And when
found, we had already managed to cool down and were only egging each other on
ha, joking u laughing.
Among us was also u panupuct Viktor Putyatin. 0n
ended up in our team after moving from Kharkov
with the aim of entering the Kyiv Institute of Physical Culture.
His mentor in Kyiv was our teacher Semyon Yakovlevich Kol-
Chunskiy. Thus Victor u became “ours”.
Victor's character was cheerful and friendly. And I also
I liked his hands - smart, kind, hardworking. Dearly
it was amazing to watch how he operates, at least the melons at the market
chooses - affectionately pats the barrel like a child...
And how he loved to tinker with weapons! Whenever you go to him,
always cleans, grinds, polishes something,soldering. U must
someone is spinning around him: “Vitek, cut the thread!”, “Vitya,
glue me!" During competitions he always carried a bag with him everywhere
tools. There was everything: a screwdriver, nuts, screws, washers
barrels, soldering iron, tweezers, wires... He always has panupku
they sparkled.
Friends... Now I see each of them as a link in a chain,
where everyone has his place. Gena Vodovozov brought to feto-
extracting from his favorite football a subtle gaming understanding -
strength and athletic ease of movement. I loved watching
give a phenomenal performance of his feet on the track - nothing more -
th, beautiful and unmistakable. With his stocky figure, he fits
would be more suitable for a football field, but it seemed so
off-track only. Because when he took up arms,
There was no doubt: this is a swordsman to the core.
Zhenya Ryumin was also not classically sophisticated in appearance.
I took my nickname “elephant” for granted. But what is he like?
was in battle! The attacks are acrobatically beautiful, the attacks are silent and
weighty.0n clearly guessed moments of weakness in his opponent’s behavior
attention and then “stabbed” him according to all the rules of feto-
Valnoy science.
We, the younger ones, were so carried away that how many times a day
passed mumo them, so many u said hello, somehow they couldn’t
silently bypass their idols, although they u were panupuctamu, but not
shpazhutamu. And they answered politely and respectfully, right from the heart
It's warm. Greedywe caught ux jokes, listened to ux conversations
thieves, disputes and gradually mastered ux wisdom. 0t of them recognized-
we, how good it is to be on a team, and how wonderful it is when-
Yes, the opponents are strong, otherwise there is no pleasure in winning.
From our older friends we learned to be actors. B
fencing cannot do without this, because the partner will not
falls into poorly executed deceptions and does not “take the bait.” Ta-
kim botaktepom u was Peter Urhatob. Try to scout him for-
thoughts were an empty matter - it would have been easier to act at random.
By the way, Urhatob, and even Eduard Zhludko are among the moux pobec-
nikov-panupuctob is somewhat apart. Without a hint of irony, we
called ux "our intellectuals" and their reputation they have always
justified. Both graduated from school with straight A's, and colleges -
with honors; both eventually defended their dissertations (specialization
tion Zhludko - cybernetics, Urhatoba - surgery). Yes u in
sports they could have reached the grandmaster level
ven, because for this they had everything necessary - perfect
great physical characteristics, fighting characters, generously gifted
aptitude for fencing. I didn't have enough of just one component
sporting happiness - the justice of fortune. I'm sure they
could not only win the European Cup or the World University
army, a u Olympic Games. However, for this it was necessary
howat least get there. A vote for and against on
tpehepckom council was not always, unfortunately, distinguished by impeccable
no objectivity.
Urhatob loved to fencing on the “technical front”, with us
I'm happy to build multi-channel ties, he loved clever ones
injections with translations I felt like I was in the most difficult game of blades
like a fish in water. And he and Zhludko were exquisitely dutiful
are leveled. Even their fencing suits fit them without a single
folds, flawless.
Everyone was also on the USSR epee team of my generation
bright personality. Munchanin Alexey Hukanchukov embodied
sporting nobility - never argued with the judges,
did not in any way show dissatisfaction with anything, did not
he tore off his masks and did not throw his sword on the floor in despair. But at the same time
time was hot in his own way and lost self-control when someone
because he allowed himself to do something inappropriate on the path - a kick,
Let's say u's gender is not recognized.
Hukanchukov’s star did not rise immediately. Alexey's teacher --
German Matveevich Bokun, slowly prepared his takeoff. More than once
and more than two Hukanchikov returned from international tournaments without
awards and they have already begun to compliment him: “passenger”, they say, nyte-
you're walking. However, there was probably a point. It's time uAlexey
ripe for victories and they rained down as if from a cornucopia. He-
It rarely happens like this: a fighter’s reputation is already ruined, and he is un-
unexpectedly gains faith in himself and then refutes the forecasts
skeptics one after another.
We loved Alexey for his kindness - human kindness,
restrained and non-showy. With all its extraordinary strength u
With a heroic physique, he did not offend anyone either with words or
gesture. It was beneath his dignity. He perceived his victories
somewhat embarrassed, as if not wanting to emphasize his pre-
ascendancy. 0n u acted with restraint in battle, beat his partner
ra not so much by spectacular actions, but by thinking. Heda-
It was to him that the international jury more than once awarded an honorary
Fair Play prize.
Another world champion of those years, Ruzhan Bruno Khabarov, distinguished
among us we are cold-blooded. No matter how long it lasts
fight in the tournament, he remained invariably cold, attentive
calm, sober. During training when I had to work
to the point of complete exhaustion, he also did not show that he was tired.
It was somehow embarrassing to complain about being tired in front of him and we
They also clenched their will into a fist.
Khabarov started fencing very early. B nineteen years old
became world champion among juniors, intwenty - among adults
lyx, at twenty-one - third at the Olympics in Rome. A in two-
twenty five had two Olympics behind him and was known as a veteran who
The time has come for him to give way to others. A maybe u don't
that's the point. Khabarov has always been considered a fighter of the classical style.
la. All his techniques were practiced skillfully and finely. And then,
After Tokyo, new trends were introduced in epee fencing.
Preparing actions with weapons has become freer
in amplitude u only from the tuseou itself ("touche" - injection) three-
There was perfect accuracy. The classical school shackled Bru-
but he could not cope with a partner who worked differently,
not in the classical style. When did Khabarov try to change
his classic narrow style - was lost, suddenly became
helpless. Bruno's results dropped sharply and he "left from before-
horns" at the dawn of his strength, disappointed in himself.
Gurama Kostava from Tbilisi had a majestic stand
(we even gave him the nickname "Prince"), but the character is completely
another is sincere and friendly. He spoke kind words without
I never lost my honor, even when I was angry,
except if someone’s words differed from their deeds. He himself is not
whom he didn’t let down even in small things, and others who didn’t care about unreliability
schal - Guram's sense of justice was unusually developed
In the life of Koctabawas somewhat sloppy and absent-minded, but
There was no one more attentive and calculating in battle than he. B lunge
Guram shot somehow insinuatingly, and in his favorite attack boopy-
the wife's hand noticeably advanced the movement of the body and legs. Sword
already pricked - and only then did the foot touch the floor, landing
on the lunge.
He taught me this super-fast extension of the arm into attack.
Nya. Our lessons lasted a very long time, but Guram did not
I was annoyed and was in no hurry. 0n, in general, in teaching like no one else
he was patient, stopping us all at the targets. Sweat dripping
streams, but in the eyes there was still the calmness of the mountains. This is not
meant, however, that Koctaba was deprived of the hot southern tolerance
pamehta. Just on the path he held it in his hands and could with anyone
you want to compete in endurance.
We got along with him, I remember, in the battle for first place at the championship
here in the USSR. It happened in 1970 in Tallinn. When the score was 2:2
the time for the battle was over and now we had to fight until re-
shaky prick. We both understood: this injection had to be endured.
peluvo "go out" - do not take risks, do not rush into attack, but only
wait, calculate the moment when the partner cannot stand it and be
ready for counteractions.
You might think it's so easy? Just hao-
borot! Hamboth of them wanted to rush into the attack, several
mu jump your opponent to the edge of the track u, confusing him
a cascade of pounds, hit with a lightning-fast touch. However, here u
danger awaited - an injection to meet! No, wait u just wait..
This is incredible, but in such anticipation - who is whose perseverance
turns it around - fifty minutes have passed. Never happened in my life
the battle is longer. The hall froze at this time, exhausted, but
driven to the limit. I further persuaded myself not to give in
temptation, I said to myself that I will walk if I need to -
Hey, at least another hour. But Guram still couldn’t stand it - he fired
poured into the attack and immediately ran into my blade. Otherwise u won't be
could.
Such a long “hunt” is not for everyone, of course, hpabu-
las. Munchan member Yuri Smolyakov, for example, had all his fights
fleeting. This athlete could not stand long reconnaissance, after
took risks and sometimes cam could not understand how he inflicted one or
another injection to the opponent. Yes u outside the track Yuri could not
sit still for even a quarter of an hour, time after time I picked up -
Xia, energetically interfered in everything, everything concerned him and everything was interesting
rejoiced. We’d just come back from training at the same time.
girl, my legs are already buzzing from fatigue, and Smolyakov is no longer around.
We don’t know where he went, until one of the fighters orfive-
fighters don’t let it slip in passing: there’s your lively spirit with ours in
football is running. It’s clear: now there’s no need to wait for him until Smolyakov
won't score a nice goal. And Yura was a loyal and devoted friend. For
people like him, as soon as you return from the collection, you immediately start to get bored -
yeah.
It's harder to portray yourself. I'm only sure that
best navigated the tournament atmosphere, quickly
read the balance of power, and a sense of collectivism
thanks to the traditions of the Kyiv epee school, I had a developed
that's the best way. So u chose me as captain of the team
USSR despite the fact that he was the youngest on the team.
I'm the captain. I have only one advantage over others:
I do everything first. I'm the first to get up in the morning and the first to go out
I warm up, I am the first to appear in the hall and the last to leave it. He
giving yourself concessions is what a leader's authority rests on.
Captain. Now general defeats fall first
on my conscience, I should think not so much about what will happen
I wondered how much about whether this should have happened. Analysis of
Vala trainers started with me and I did not expect leniency.
At competitions, even personal ones, after each fight
I rush to my friends to ask if everything is okay. And when something
not so, I’m looking for a way to return the “floated”friend fighting ability u
faith in your own strength.
Sometimes it's worth even losing a fight to him for this - even
this is sometimes required by tactical considerations.
When we fight as a team, they trust me with the “layout” (so
we call the arrangement of fighters by numbers), since I
I focus on the well-being, mood and combat readiness of each
th. It is advisable to know other people’s “layout” options in order to correspond
responsibly oppose your own.
Of course, we know in advance which of us and under what conditions
circumstances is able to bring maximum benefit to the team.
Hukanchukov, let's say, fetches in the best possible way in the midst of
meeting, and he has enough strength for four fights. Vitebsk non-
we will replace at the start - it is very necessary to start the match with a victory,
to set the tone for the meeting. Well, the guys like to leave me under
the end - so um calmer.
While one meeting is in progress, the captain has no right to release
events in neighboring fields are out of sight. Sometimes it makes sense
deliberately prolong the collective biathlon in order to find out what
What tournament destiny has in store for us will be our opponents in the next round.
It happens that a more modest account is more profitable for us -
allows you to disperse with the strongest opponents into different groups
u don't break copies with himlong before the final.
I felt like a captain in the national team even during leisure hours,
since we all stuck together as a community. From the very morning
fought together, decided by vote what we were doing today, u
the minority resignedly submitted to the majority. Restless
Smolyakov was always the first to grab: "Pret, messieurs? Alle!"
... The epee fencing of our time is impossible to imagine
to live without the Pole Goncuor. His name is Boleslav, but his surname sounds
began to become more menacing and approached him - a two-meter giant with
impressive torso. Unusually agile for its size,
he pranced on the path and even groaned the platform and built it in the open
your fencing based on your height advantage. His hands were
very long. Behind that hand, which continued with the blade, I saw
Goncuora distant, like through binoculars, inverted by the lenses of hao-
borot. I was a convenient target for him.
Tournament roads brought us together with the Pole often, and he every
Once I got the upper hand, I couldn’t find the keys to it. Theoretically
it was as if he understood that u were necessarily against him
do. There was a case, I even taught Smolyakova against him (we and
Yura is both left-handed and the same height), but he himself has nothing
walked.
Long Gonsuor was no exception among the finalistsinternational tournaments of those years - epee medals were awarded,
as a rule, athletes who are capable of developing into a fully
modern basketball team. And I am of average height
lagged behind fashion and gave competitors a certain head start. It's a shame
it was! So my coach and I began to specially adapt
to the long arms of giant rivals. To imitate Gon-
cuopa and others like him, my teacher was armed with a blade, increased
almost doubled. U the time has come when the advantage that
which gave moum opponents outstanding physical characteristics, uc-
dude. Only they didn’t suspect this until I was in Tokyo
dealt with Goncuor in a matter of minutes - 10:2! For everyone
it was a surprise, and the Pole was simply shocked
van. From then on, he began to fence with me as if he were tall
His height began to bother him. He just couldn't hit me! I remember
in Wroclaw, at the tournament of socialist countries, it flew
mumo me in a flash attack like a heavy projectile and fell from the platform.
While I was helping him up, it was announced over the microphone that Gon-
cuopa is urgently called to the hospital. It turned out that colleagues-xu-
pypru commanded the car for him as it was necessary for him
participation in an emergency operation. I was worried whether I had damaged
he dropped his hand and went to ask. Then he rolled up his sleeves,
showed his muscular wise arms uassured, laughing: "B
operating room I will be more accurate."
With the Swede Edlung, such a colossus in a low position -
ke, it was also crowded on the path. Besides u have a reaction
was extraordinary. Knew how to meet u kohtpatakobatb like no one else
another. True, the repertoire was not very diverse, but
we carried out any tasks with brilliance. No wonder he twice in a row -
in 1973 and 1974 - won world championships.
But the Italian Giovanni Cakkapo from the same company of God-
tyrey (height is about 190, the figure of a bodybuilder) has never been a champion
the world did not break through - I interfered with it. Fast as a whirlwind, he is even-
He dived heavily into attacks, but I beat him on counterattacks. More
He didn’t give me two injections in one fight. Only once, in
Mexico City, Cakkapo took revenge from me for all previous defeats
nia. For him it was the happiest day in a sports car.
bepe; for me it is the darkest day. However, that's what we're talking about
ahead.
Another regular at those world and Olympic finals
Englishman William Hoskins fetused equals u to panupe, u to
sword. He was also distinguished by his exceptional nobility. How would
the battle is not over for him, the cordiality and goodwill are not
when they didn't leave him.FENCH WITH YOUR HEART!
Have you noticed that sport rethinks, gives a new
life to many words and concepts? Let's take at least the word "beat"
For us fencers, it is absolutely equivalent to the word “festo-
fight" and has nothing in common with an ordinary fight. A adjective
tel. "angry"? In our country it is used in the most positive way
sense when we want to praise an athlete for his inflexibility,
zeal in battle, for henpumupumoctb to failure. U still don't
Every “evil” person in our country is worthy of praise. The one who is so angry
forces you to act without choosing methods (to win, they say,
all methods are suitable), it won’t go far. Its way early or
the opponent will cross late with a clear conscience.
Every fencer likes to call himself a fighter and
mutya um be. In our sport this word is highly respected.
tel. U although our weapons are peaceful, sporting, to those who do not
A fighter by nature, there is nothing to do in fencing.
Like any martial arts, fencing is based on two
struggle, confrontation between two sides, forces, characters. In this
confrontation inevitably manifests itself not only technical u
tactical skill, but u fighting characterrivals
ux human, human essence. U it influences fate in
troubles are no less significant than physical and special training
marketability. The practice of sports proves this every day. U even
duration of stay in the national team, and u in any other
team, characterizes you not only as an athlete, but also as
person, comrade.
"Fest not so much with your mind as with your heart!" I really like
I love this advice from the fencing teacher from the movie Scaramouche. I
I repeat it to my students - I want them to master the fe...
commercial ethics, so that cold calculation does not force ux consciousness
it is advisable to “wind up” an opponent, deliberately deprive him of psychological
ical balance.
There are many ways to throw your opponent off balance u camooob-
incense. For example, give him an injection after the command
“Stop!” when the opponent is no longer defending himself. Irritated, he
they're getting hot... and they're wrong.
Such, let us say, “tactics” are not compatible with the principles of dispute-
tive morality. Yes u culture in general. Why see the enemy there?
where is he not? In battle, in front of you is a c p o r t u v n y enemy,
This is how it should be perceived. And what he npotubo-
acts, having his own plans against you - quite natural
but... In each fight, one of the two fighterstakes over. But this is no one
This does not mean that the second one can give vent to his dissatisfaction.
lethality - throw a mask and weapon on the floor, leave the
a horn without a handshake to a recent enemy... You darken him
the joy of victory, but you spoil your reputation in the eyes of the judges, co-
nephukob, teammates.
Being correct on the track is not just an honor - it’s profitable!
Restrained athletes are judged much better than restrained athletes
nykh. When do you argue with a judge, even if the truth is on your side?
Rona, you look disgusting and stupid and you are losing the sympathy of those present -
schi. I still regret that I didn’t always find enough in myself.
exactly the strength to restrain yourself and not prove to the judge right there, on
path that he was mistaken.
But cnoptcmeham - "knights" are experts in fencing -
but they cumpatize. To the Englishman Xockuhcy, who lost to me
interruption for the gold medal in Tokyo, world press komnehcupo-
the bitterness of defeat at the admiring assessment of his noble response
wearing to a more successful opponent. U really, he's the first
congratulated me on my victory, hugged me tightly and smiled despite
the fact that I took away from him the title olum, which he had seen more than once in his dreams
puysk champion. His smile, somewhat sad, but hello
I remember it for the rest of my life.
Calmlysmile after a grueling battle ox how not-
easy! Especially after defeat. At the moment when it is removed
mask, a lot of emotions are reflected on the sweaty face right up to the decision
niya to leave fencing forever. However, after a few mu-
impatient anticipation of the next one appears on the face
battle, an unbearable thirst for victory.
By the way, such a thirst for victory is a bad help. Under
its influence tells yourself: “Win! Win!”, you think about
medal, hurry up. No, it's better not to give in to her. If the concentration
crazy about blades - your own and your partner's
ra, - then victory is much closer, and even defeat is not
It will have such a bitter taste.
“Bear with honor what you cannot change.” Hardly
the glorious Seneca had athletes in mind when he uttered his afo-
puzm. Nevertheless, in the henucahhom code of honor of an athlete this
the expression became one of the main commandments. The fighters of my noko-
her commitments were faithful to her to the end. Having lost, they did not demonstrate
their experiences, did not impose a bad mood on anyone as
no matter how sad thoughts tear my heart. It only happened
Let's return from the hall to the hotel, and the guests are already knocking on the doors - fields -
ki, Hungarians, and behind them the Swedes. U we met ux the same
hospitable u in the role of winners, u in the role of losers.The feeling of camaraderie was a great honor for us. Coaches
Suvorov was often quoted to us: “You yourself will perish, but your comrade will be saved.”
tea", and the captains always set an example of selfless service
team. Mark Mudler was at the head of the festival for nine years
the USSR national team u all this time forced by his own example
everyone stick to the regime. In difficult moments he is for everyone
offered his shoulder: something tactfully and unobtrusively nocobe-
tyet, will treat another to coffee, entertain another with a funny story,
the third will check the weapon, and the fourth, if necessary, will fight
will stop... The judges respected him, because Mudler behaved like--
kanutahcku flawlessly, yes, I spoke to them in French.
Personally, Mark helped me with his friendly intervention on Olumpua.
de in Mexico City. Yes, I was in Austria in Budna at the world championship
the moment when I suddenly “floated”, as we say. Kanu-
Tan felt it and unmistakably chose the moment and the method of
give me combat capability.
Each of us felt safe and secure in the team
fortno. When suddenly there was a failure, you were simply thrown out of the way.
grabbed the hands of friends. Not in the literal sense of the word, since in
there was no need for this - those who were immediately killed by the first defeat
gave into despair, there was no one among us. But leave your friend alone
at a difficult moment - this was not allowed for us.Of course, with such a microclimate in the team, to every request
there was an individual approach: one made sense strongly
scold the other one in Russian, on the contrary, find something to praise for,
the third is simply distracted from bitter thoughts. You look at
In the next round, the loser is already pushing back his opponent like a battering ram.
I now understand why I felt so confident in
team tournaments: I believed in friends and was convinced -- if
if I lose, Vitebsky, or Hukanchukov, or
Koctaba u will definitely win! With this confidence I acted
the shaft on the track is freer and more successful.
The sense of comradeship characteristic of our team manifests itself
elk have a positive attitude towards newcomers. The masters pondered
like this: my older comrades once helped me - now I have to
repay this debt to the young. U took debutants under their oneky.
In our time, eight athletes were called up for training camps.
each type of weapon: the four are clearly the strongest and the same number of
tendencies for fifth place in the team. Every single one of us was under
close supervision of the tpehepckoro council, which u had to
staff the optimal team option with responsible co-
jealousy. The council included honored coaches, officially
called to the meeting. And our teachers, as a rule, stayed until
ma. There were no hard feelings from this.On the contrary, they were happy
that ux students will be patronized by outstanding authorities, that they will give
um collect what was missed at home. Who is from this npourpa-
yeah? And now between “our” students and “foreign” coaches
It is customary to keep your distance. Everyone is used to "going to Tula with their
um samovar." U collection is now different from everyday life at home
except as a place of residence.
I remember now our old traditions not for xbac-
tobctba: look, they say, what heroes we were. I'd like to
so that new generations of athletes, like us in our time, will
found the joy of victories; so that they glorify the sport and their
Homeland, city, school; so that more will not be wasted in vain
ratctba of our experience, skill, friendly relationships.
After all, it was from them that our victories were formed - such distant u
so close...
In festival jargon there is such a term: “to give up the fight.”
We are talking about a battle that was deliberately lost, defeat in which
rum suits you better than victory. Straightforward teopetu-
ki proclaim such a fight immoral. But I want to object.
Военная история знает немало сознательных, умышленных
отступлений или пoкaзныx нacтуплeнuй, обусловленных тaктuчec-
кими замыслами. Такой расчет имеет место u в фехтовании. Uhor-
да, скажем, поражение гарантирует тебе в очередном туре лег-
кую, проходную "пульку", где можно экономить силы перед фuнa-
лом. Uнoгдa двое конкурентов заключают договор против третье-
го, будучи заинтересованнымиremove him, the strongest, from the circle
candidates for awards. Umehho did this to me in Munxe-
not behrp u french. I won’t say that I was delighted by this, but
ux place I would probably act the same way. It happens that
depends on the result of the battle, which means nothing to me anymore
the tournament fate of my comrade, compatriot - will pass
he will be in the next round or he will be forced to comb his weapon. Bta-
In any case, I also do not see any deviation from sports ethics,
if I deliberately lose. U about dishonesty here, how do I
seems out of the question. Tactics, nothing more!
(*** Here Kpucc is wrong, very wrong - note 0.M.)
The morality of a fighter in fencing is closely intertwined with ethics
refereeing
The functions of a referee in our sport are not easy. 0b-
objectivity, experience, deep understanding of the essence of the battle - this is not yet
everything. Fencing places increased demands even on the octpote
judges' view. The clashes of blades are swift and confusing,
The decisive moment of the injection is sometimes imperceptible to the eye. Sometimes
the judge is forced to declare: “I refrain,” and then suffer com-
I don't understand. Athletes react to such a referee’s decision
doy - both consider themselves victims. Spectators, including
many experts alsoincluded in psychological pressure.
There is nothing more unforgivable than depriving a winner of victory.
When you become a judge, you leave normal people behind the walls of the courtroom.
human emotions, and above all enmity and friendship. What would it be like
there was no despair on the path (and among women it often comes to
tears), no matter how you are outraged or delighted by something,
your only policy is neutrality.
They do not forgive arbitrators and carelessness. However, the authorities
This arbiter can be used in different ways. You can
npuctpyhutb overly excited fighters with warnings u
penalty shots for the very first word or gesture. A can be stopped
incorrectness or incontinence in any other way - calmness
em, understanding the mental state of the fighters.
If the judge is an athlete with high authority, he will choose
second. He is familiar with the fuse of battle and he will consciously help to find
fighters peace of mind, for example, invisible to noctopohhe-
th glance with a pause of one or two seconds.
Referee mistakes are, of course, not that rare. However, the volume
explaining to umu the failures of students is still a vicious custom!
It's a shame to hear such excuses in cnoptkomutetob offices,
and even more offensive - in training halls, in the presence
students.
SoI want to the “victims” of judicial injustice
tell an incident that happened to a moum behrepckum friend,
pentathlete Andras Baltso. Judge at the 1971 World Championships
gave him a dubious knockdown in kohkype. If not for this
failure, the Hungarians would have become champions. Finish field Balco cnpo-
force, whether he has any complaints against the judges. U heard in response:
"We lost, the Russians won, period. The Russians would have lost
-- we could also find something."
Uhtepecho, how does an outside observer see our sport?
date. The spectator of festival tournaments is not a coincidence
a guest who looked into the hall in search of spicy entertainment
nia. This is mostly a fencing expert, dedicated to
secrets of "batmans" and "flash attacks", capable of worth
appreciate a perfect "parade-punoct" or a fantastic prick c
translation. But there are few such people, that’s why we have
It's rarely crowded.
Even in our imagination we dare not imagine
the crowd that flows into our hall before the start of the competition, like
this happens before a football match. Fan fanaticism is
whose level is unknown to us.
THE TASTE OF VICTORY
Businesslike, respectable, confident in her beauty and importance
Moscow flashed past the bus windows unusually quickly. He-
The muttering continued for a long time when we were escorted to Sheremetye-
in. U now a huge AH-14 is darting masterfully in the sky above
Siberia, making its first flight in the history of Aeroflot
Moscow-Tokyo.
One hundred and fifty or more passengers drove to the
toram - soon we will see Baikal. It's hard to believe. After all, it's still
u day has not passed since we were in Dubna, visiting the nuclear
workers, inspected the reactor. Even today before breakfast we meditate
on the bank of a tributary of the Volga. And now, it’s as if it’s so unecessary, we admire the Siberian taiga.
Uhtepecho, how is Viktor Modzalevskiy at home? Walks on-
true, a sad knight u experiences his “retirement”. I would
I probably couldn’t find a place for myself either. So much to prepare, on-
act, endure trial after trial every day... "Koc-
taba, Khabarov, Hukanchukov, Smolyakov, Kpucc" - announced his
decision of the coaching council. U this is the end of all duckus u co-
lebanuyam.
The Tokyo Olympic Village was a fenced
netoil park. To the headquarters, club or restaurant it was necessary
walk for half an hour, or even more. To save time
cnoptcmeham xozaeva provided ux bicycle. This decision
transport problem would be comprehensive and even witty,
if not for one detail: bicycles designed for the average
Japanese, dimensions and load capacity were identical to ours
"Eaglet." And among the Olympians, the majority were u tall and tall
com extraordinary - urpobuku, weightlifters, wrestlers. What the hell is there?
gatiryam! Even I, with my modest average height and moderate
I felt like I was in the crowd of Japanese Ulya Muromets. So u
it turned out that in three days the number of those suitable for uc-
the use of bicycles in the village has decreased, at least to me-
re, half. U athletes have opened a "hunt"on them like
local sports fans for autographs.
I don’t know if there are such avid collectors anywhere else in the world
autographs, like in Japan. In any case, I have not met. More
before the start of the competition they settled for the night on the other side
Well, there are fences (and this is in the middle of October!) Near each exit
at any time of the day or night, real people bubbled and seethed
logical lake, if not the sea.
Just as we dived there once, we didn’t emerge: that’s all
time, until the two hours allotted to us for a walk have passed
around the city, wrote out autographs on books, tickets, sheets -
in pictures, photographs, and often just on the backs and sleeves of
heads and dresses, on scarves and bags. Over time, they began to pro-
fight through the environment near the exits using the following
reception: we waited until one of the residents of the Olympic village
headed towards the exit and walked forward, diligently pronouncing in
nohcku: "The champions are coming for us." It worked no worse than the spell
nia: "Open sesame!"
We hardly saw Tokyo - there was no time for excursions. In the morning
u training before lunch, in the evening we rushed to the gym to cheer for our
ux. We returned in the dark. Once or twice, however, they jumped out
Take the train for an hour and a half to the center. Only the rain ruined it
impression. Everywhere you look - everywherecontinuous carpet of umbrellas.
You can't see people underneath him.
The hall for the fencing tournament looked impressive -
sixteen battlefields, stands with five thousand seats, filled
to failure already in the semi-finals. The Japanese respect our sport and have
good panupuctob (in Tokyo they then took fourth mec-
then), and the mutual understanding between the hall and the stands was complete.
The grateful attention of the spectators had an effect on the athletes,
like doping. And we, the swordsmen, have been given more inspiration
troubles of compatriots. Yuru Cucukuha we were ready in our arms
wear. This is fantastic: in fifteen seconds you can apply conep-
to nobody, and not to anyone, but to the Olympic champion Egon Franke,
as many as three injections, since that was exactly how many were needed to
save the panupuctob team from defeat in the final! Fight until
end,u then the unreal becomes real - so ontumuc-
Our friend's victory set us in good spirits.
Then, in Tokyo, no one predicted me to become a champion. One
only a Polish journalist named my name among the applicants
Comrade for the championship title. Yes u cam I, to be honest, not too much
com even counted on participating in personal competitions. B heel-
tepke Soviet fencers I was the youngest, so I said
before the start, that I will fight for the team, and in a personal tour -
Hupe let AlyoshaHukanchukov fights with the elders, aka
he joined the national team a whole year before me. (Khabarov and Koctaba
They were already titled fighters, everything was clear with them. And here
the third - Hukanchukov or me - should have been named
pre-launch fees). I wanted to be fair and noble
nom. But the decisive vote belonged, of course, to the senior coach
team to Lev Vasilyevich Saychuk: “You, Grisha, in personal con-
jealousy you can show the result, don’t be disqualified
play."
"Can you show the result"... Saychuk probably had
in view of my victory at the last national championship. However, on
Last World Championships in Poland, I stopped already in the "Olumpu-
ke" in a meeting with the Austrian Troctom, a former pentathlete. How
he was nothing dangerous as a swordsman,
the shaft is straight, almost primitive. I'm like a green beginner
I didn’t immediately realize its limitations. When will the
I wondered why he invariably answers mou complex actions
simple, it was too late to fix anything.
There, in Gdansk, the tournament paths brought me together for the first time
with the Englishman Xockuhcom. Three times we met on the path u
I beat him three times. In general, at that world championship u
We and the British performed equally unsuccessfully. Then we drove from
hallto the hotel on the same bus, equally silent u xmy-
rye. Only Hoskins did not succumb to the general despondency:
“Ham, you’re out of luck here, but you’ll be lucky in Olumpua.”
“he,” he confidently declared to our coach, “who will go for you?”
to the Tokyo Olympics? Vitebsk? Kpucc?
The coach hesitated to answer, and then Hoskins turned around
to me, with a grin he added in Russian: “He love Kpucc!”, - u
I showed with a gesture how uncomfortable he was with me on the path. According to
For our festival concepts, this was praise in the form of a joke. Yes
we perceived this, not suspecting that the Englishman at that moment
predicted the events of the Olympic final. Yes, not only the final...
In Tokyo, Xockuhcom and I ended up in the same group right on
start of the tournament. Reporters dubbed our preliminary
the “final” bullet, since there were already four champions here
u world championship winners - Italian Delfuno, behrp
Kayc, the Frenchman Dreyfus and the already mentioned Hoskins. Six to-
I was just an unknown American. I don't give his last name
I remember, but I remember that he started with three victories just over
umenutymi rivals u finished the qualifying round under per-
number in the group.
I also started “cleanly”, winning among others u Xockuh-
ca, yes u the second round went without complications. Here's the first onefight in
Olympia almost lost to the Swede Abrahamson - 10:9.
To reach the final, which in those days was held as
u preliminary round, round robin among four
the strongest who made it through the direct elimination round, any one for me
at the cost it was necessary to beat the Pole Goncuor - the same
the giant to which my coach and I had been looking for the keys for so long.
It’s just happiness that I came to the Olympics ready to fight c
him, otherwise I wouldn’t have seen either the final or the medal.
The night before the fight with Goncuor, I remembered over and over again
lessons with a trainer armed with a double-length blade, mentally
rehearsed his attacks and defenses. In the hall I noticed that Goncuor
he doesn’t even wake up - he’s so confident in his abilities. U suddenly it
calmness was transferred to me.
From the first seconds I took the lead - 2:0... 4:0... 6:0...
Over time it got to 8:0 and I was even a little embarrassed. Soon
the electric recorder showed 10:2 and my opponent left the track,
shrugging his shoulders in surprise.
To be honest, I was also confused, because it was
my first victory over Goncuor after a dozen defeats
ny. However, about my complex relationship with this cumna-
I already told the fat Pole.
There were four of us in the final: except for me uXockuhca, Italy-
German Giovanni Cakkapo, and my teammate Guram Koctaba.
Three of us had to get on the podium. But who
should I give in? Isn't it me? It would even be logical, because mou
opponents were older than me, more experienced and had high authority
on the world stage. And I became the national champion only for a couple of me-
centuries back.
However, this would not be so important if I had not
The final began with defeat. I don't even remember how I acted against
Kostavy. I only know that I didn’t recognize either myself or my fe...
vania. Tpehepckoe I felt condemnation immediately - that's all
After the battle they approached Koctabe. And I, hating myself, ran out
to the street. In fact, to go through two such difficult days now
Only a mediocre athlete could remain without a medal! I walked u
was walking, thinking about what had happened, when suddenly he saw in front of
Ubaha Ulucha Mahaehko, the coach of our Panupuktok girls.
"What are you upset about?" - asks.
“But now the medal is the same as the pole!” - barely process-
I spoke through my teeth.
“Nonsense! Better tell me why you didn’t fight with Kostava
in your own way? Guram was faster than you - where has that been seen?! Te-
Now you have to win two fights, and then another interruption. Listen
me carefully..." U begananalyze different options
developments in the finale. And then he summed it up: “Nothing
lost. Turn on the speed, do your false series, pull co-
nephukob, as best you can - they don't like it. U everything will go like
it's supposed to." Ubahy Uluch managed to restore my faith in myself. U
True, everything turned out the way he said.
Cakkapo did exactly what I “dictated” to him -
believed moum pounds and false attacks, and every time, like a spell
bathroom, caught the bait of counterattacks - 5:2. And here is my Xockuhcy
The unsuccessful fight with Kostava freed his hands and increased his perseverance. K
besides, he already had two victories in the finals and he was quite yctpauba-
there was even a mutual defeat in a battle with me. I'm at any cost
should have gotten the better of him.
In the very first clash of blades, I felt an unprecedented concentration.
tion of his will. His two attacks were irresistible - 0:2. However,
Having taken the lead, the Englishman calmed down and attacked less
nopucto u quickly lost his advantage in injections. In the future we will
the queues punished each other for mistakes: he me for what I
defiantly rushed into a dangerous distance, I was impatient with him
exit to the attack I was expecting.
The last minute of the battle was marked by a series of mutual yko-
fishing -- 5:5, 7:7... 8:8. This was to my opponent's advantage, but
not for me. I have towas to light only one fog on the electrical fuse
hapb. But how to do this? Can't attack - Cakkapo is ready
prick towards. A internal chronometer (I have it without failure)
ny) suggests that I have three left at my disposal, in
at best - five seconds. Lightning-fast body feint
pushes him to prick towards, but I just connected the exit to
attack. In fact, I take protection and only then release it
sword forward - there is a shot! The stands are delighted: interruption for the "zo-
lotto"! It's like an encore performance.
While Cakkapo and Koctaba fight for third place, I'm blissfully
I am relaxing, sitting comfortably in a soft chair. Here's Hoskins
won’t calm down: he sits down and immediately grabs it, again u
touches his swords again. Nervous? If so, then he
provides an ideal target for a barrage of attacks. Even without
preparation.
It's impossible, but four attacks in a row hit the target --
4:0. But such an account is extremely dangerous! It's about to pick you up
wave of carelessness. You understand this, but resist relaxation
I can't. A few seconds - the advantage was gone.
Together with him you lose your self-control. Panic reproaches to oneself
lead to chaos in thoughts, distract attention, incite
hurry up as if you were escaping from being chased. 0x, as needed
dimostop at least for a moment, take a breath, collect yourself!.. With for-
I think in my heart about a legal time-out in basketball u...
I quickly extend my hand towards the judge - I ask for your permission -
wipe the sweat from your face. Whatever, five seconds, rest. Successful
you want to slow down, gather yourself into a spring u in a moment, one
simultaneously with the judge's command "Ale!" straighten up in ctpemu-
body flash attack...
I feel championship like the embrace of weightlessness. The sword floated away
falls from someone's hand as a souvenir, and I take off and take off on
hands of enthusiastic friends. I see everything as if in a fog. But I notice
how proudly our trainers walk nearby - know, they say,
ours!..
One-on-one night with happiness besonna. Every try
Close Your Eyes includes memory footage of the ending.
Switching the internal TV to another program is not possible
I bet it won't work anyway. Yes u why? I'm getting comfortable
on the pillow and move a vase of apples closer. Strange
apples in Japan! Densely yellow and absolutely round, like a bill-
yard balls. It is not clear how they stay on the tree. A juice from
they splash like that. Sweet and tart. What a taste of victory...
IT'S HARD TO BEFIRST.
Few people are lucky enough to win the Olympics. Ho joy
being an Olympic champion is a difficult joy. I got it
shortly after Urp in Tokyo, at the traditional Mario memorial
Spreafuco in Milan. Oh my goodness, how desperate everything is hanyctu-
Look at me! Two hundred participants, and everyone lay down as one
bones, just to beat the Olympic champion.
And the spectators! There was no such excitement around the track even in
Olympic final. Each battle is in close surveillance
telev, every injection is accompanied by a surge of passions.
Now I can no longer have easy fights, all meetings
will demand maximum return - with such a gloomy
I returned from Utaluu with a discovery. And then there’s mom, who’s taking great care of her
Lela u died a week later. This completely knocked me out
ruts. True, I trained, but indifferently, automatically; to
I felt disgusted by the competition. I wanted to get away from
participation in the domestic tournament of the strongest, and Mark Mudler,
the captain of our team thought differently:
“I believe you don’t want to, Grisha, but it’s necessary!”
He competed and won. Soon the USSR championship won
ral. However, there was no joy. I was more happy when I left the tournamentThe fencers of the socialist countries managed to get away with it. Ho
When selecting a team for the World Cup, no one's whims
paid attention.
Was it really possible to believe in someone’s reluctance to go to
Paris!
Paris, of course, is always Paris. But that's why we're there
arrived, it didn’t come true. None of us even made it to the finals. Moe
personal place was seventh, but in the team we only took
bronze The notorious charm of Paris has faded for me.
The 1966 season did not bring relief. By this time
fighters from the world elite "shot" at me, they came up with
counter-effects on mou’s favorite techniques u have successfully used. Yes
so-called power fencing has also begun to make its way
the road to success. I also used a French handle...
thin, graceful, obedient to the least movement of the fingers, but
unsuitable for the fashionable desire to measure strength on the track.
Modest weight (up to 68 kg) and small height (175 cm) also reduced
Do you have any chances in strength martial arts? I'm only with the French
Festoval eagerly, since they, as they once neglected cu-
loy u defiantly played with the technique: “It’s fashionable here in Paris
pierce the toe of the foot,” they joked and carried out the reception like this
playfully, that I wanted to try it myself. Heare they believe-
have you lost my appetite for fencing?
The end of the crisis came in 1967, pre-Lumpy. K
By that time I had already mastered power fencing - probably
Increased physical training had a positive effect. Yes
u a new sword handle, the so-called “pistol”, allowed
grip your partner's weapon more firmly. The filigree of the injection,
True, I suffered somewhat, but I was able to overcome the resistance
the strength of any hand, no matter how strong it may be.
When I felt more reliable in defense, I started ocbau-
launch attacks with capture and interceptions. Yes u have a fighting style
changed: I no longer expected my partner’s mistake, but cam forced
it is wrong to impose your will and hold the initiative in your hands.
In a word, by that time all that was left of the old me was
speed.
So renewed and once again in love with fencing arrived
I am part of the Soviet team for the world championship in Mohpe-
al. The World Championship coincided with the World Exhibition
"Ekcno-67". I won a silver medal in personal copebhobahu-
yah u was driving home happy for the first time since Tokyo. Generally generous
The year on the medal for me was 1967. But he promised even more -
another Olympics!
...Mexico City is remembered for its diversity,unrelenting heat, but
first of all, melodiousness. Already near the plane's ramp they "surrounded" us
from head to toe local marruachoc...
In the hall I pulled on my mask more willingly than usual, so
how the reporters' cameras clicked and chirped from everywhere, almost
not from under the path.
Two preliminary rounds have faded into memory - I didn’t
I never stumbled. But at the stage of direct elimination we feto-
go according to the new system. The rivals, who were drawn by lot,
conducted a match of three fights with up to five injections each.
I beat Nelyaba, the leader of the Polish national team, with speed -
he was defenseless against flash attacks. But with the French captain-
Alleman's call had to tinker. The French are generally inconvenient
partners, and this u maccubeh was not in French. In the third
I had to speed up with him - only then did u win.
The night before the final, I made an “estimate” - mentally
measured against each opponent. It’s not easy with Viktor Modzalevsk
cope, but at least there were no mysteries here. With Alle-
Everything was also clear to me, I’ll go through it in detail in the Olympus -
fell The favorite techniques of the Austrian Polzhuber seem to be clear.
Well, the Italian Cakkapo has never beaten me before. (Here
they are the self-confident moods that cost me victory!)
Well, I was sixthbehrp Kulchar, not older than me, perhaps
even younger. Here he seemed the least famous, but firm
nut. What he can do! U is a virtuoso in defense, u is a virtuoso
offensive boldly goes to any lengths with weapons, since the
peh in his defense. And how he plays with distance!.. My intuition
predicted a great future for him.
... There was no need to tune in to the finale - memory
about the defeat in the battle with Kostava in Tokyo kept me in the model
howl of psychological condition. U although Viktor Modzalevskiy vlo-
lived in battle with me with all his imagination, will and attention, he
was doomed.
It was easier with Alleman. Yesterday he made too many mistakes
having fought with me and now he lacked inspiration. 0n interfered
cam to himself, unable to suppress his irritation.
Cakkapo... 0x this Cakkapo! His last name will sound
for me forever, like a reproach. Of course, it's my fault that I reacted
be kind to him, but how can one erase so many things from memory?
lenient victories over him? Here I also took the lead, and when it came
lo up to 3:0, mou thoughts against my will ran forward to the battle c
Kulcharom, which could have been decisive. U I hurried - to the finish line
shu, to the dream of duplicating the Tokyo “gold”.
It seems that I was rushing things even when the scoreboard showed
was burningwarning in the form of a 4:4 count. U here's what happened
what events moved inexorably - I lost.
"The most extravagant battle of the final! Kuevlyans against Rome-
Lyana!" I read later, "The path was short for the mad
dynamics of this battle! Did it really look so beautiful from the outside?
my most banal afterburner of the battle, an ordinary rush? "Mad
dynamics", let it be empty!..
The only person who amused me in this situation was cam Cakkapo. Vide-
Would you like to see how happy he was! Kissed the sword, the path, the judges,
friends and strangers, everyone who came his way, dancing
shaft, jumped, fell to the floor, laughed and cried, and again cme-
I was... In order to make a person so happy, maybe
does it make sense for you to lose?
This thought allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief, but
just once. And then my conscience began to gnaw at me: mediocre
the fight with the Italian crossed out what seemed to be a sure chance of becoming
champion...
Hao's victory by me brought Cakkapo into the lead with four wins
ladies. But not for long. Kulchar in the next battle beat him u --
caught up. Now our single combat with Kulchar could either end
sew the final (if he won, he became gold, Cakkapo
- silver, and I - bronze medalist), orpush us
three into the whirlpool of disruption.
It’s a pleasure to fence with Kulchar even in such unfavorable conditions.
new circumstances. I revel in the artistry of our ties,
"touche" precision. Yes, the stands were making noise. I was behind in the count
but the first-class fighting style did not allow emotions to lead me into
in the wrong direction. 1:3 was on the scoreboard when the post was announced
last minute. 1:3 in his favor. U him in grief, since it’s close
the anger of victory relaxed the opponent's mouero: I provoked three times
Shafted it into a game of blades that was convenient for me and led the cam - 4:3.
Kulchar already saw on the horizon a debilitating interruption with me and
Cakkapo. U then he decided to take a chance on the attack: with luck, the score
will be equal and mutual defeat will exclude from the interruption at least
at least me.
No luck. I vigilantly watched his slightest movement u
caught the beginning of a desperate throw - it collided with my counter-
like this. Saluting with weapons, Kulchar grinned respectfully: “Bra-
wow!"
But Cakkapo has wilted somewhat. Another "tete-a-tete" c
I didn’t really inspire him, he guessed that I had become
wiser after a bitter lesson.
Indeed, now I was dragging the Italian into the labyrinth of
knitting and pounds calmly,patiently. U exit every time on-
went first. He managed to respond to only two out of five attacks
counterattack - 5:2.
U again Kulchar. We maneuvered for some time, but
intensifying the battle of rapprochement. Then mutual attacks, parades, replies
and counter-responses have become more frequent. I was ahead in the score - I was catching up.
However, the strength was already running out. We breathed loudly, the feeling
time became dull, the sword became heavier, the legs sabotaged. A
There was still no injection - 4:4.
I still gathered strength for a flash attack, and the flexibility of the blade,
stuck into the target, revived me like living water. Ho
my partner's sword turned out to be faulty, my injection was due to
this was not counted, the enthusiasm melted away and the battle turned into
nervous fuss. The weapon failed again, it was changed,
tested u changed again, something was wrong there c
an electric fuse and a coil. U when Kulchar got ahead of me c
With the decisive injection, I even felt relief. Silver is so silver
ro. The golden chance was still lost in the battle with Cakkapo...
The team final again brought us together with the Hungarians. From the very old
but we acted successfully - we took a 3:1 lead in battles, reduced two battles
to mutual defeat. And then in the key fight Hukanchukova with
Hemepe had an incredible thing happen: with the score 4:1 in their favor
Alexey is over 40seconds allowed the partner four times in a row to
carry the injection towards. The Hungarians took heart and crushed us. B
I had to win the final fight with a score of 5:0, then that was it
the results of the meeting could be equal. Ho in the sword, where at the edge
there are half the injections - mutual injections, this is practically non-
perhaps. Indeed, we have already been awarded the second injection
For both of them, further resistance made no sense.
Mexico City brought me two silver medals. Hundreds of Olympians
you would be blessed in that case. And both times I went to nbe-
Destala, hanging her head. What to do, but sports are often npotubo-
speaks to ordinary logic and medals in it, sometimes, are not a guarantee
joys flow.
The 1970 World Championship remains a thorn in my memory.
Hu could not win one, even the most modest medal
me there...
A year later - the Olympics in Munich. And while we were driving something -
nuohat of the world in the Austrian city of Buden. Capital of Austria npuhu-
small us with respectful interest. Spectators in the stands xok-
more and more people arrived at the Key Sports Palace every day
more. Only the tournament regulations irritated me a little: no
I love it when the semi-finals are postponed to the next daytogether with fi-
cash
My displeasure did not go away the next morning. For now I was able to
overcome, swing - managed to break the wood. Two wins u two
battle with mutual defeat - too modest to enter the financial
cash True, there is still a theoretical chance for a place in the top six.
fell. However, he was played in front of moux eyes by an Englishman and a spa-
zhuct from the GDR (unfortunately, I didn’t remember the names). English-
in case of victory, Nin became the sixth finalist, and victory
the German escorted me to the finals.
The Englishman was clearly stronger. When the scoreboard showed 4:1
in his favor, I doomedly trudged to the locker room. But I didn't have time
take off your leg warmers as Mark Mudler burst into the room:
- Grishka! The Englishman lost! Get dressed quickly!
It happens! The storm clouds in my soul instantly melted.
Of course, I did not deserve such a gift from fate. But it's not too late
to thank him for it. U although there was a long time ahead u exhausted
final, I already knew - this championship will be moum!
Until now, I was twice world champion in a team, and now
Now, for the first time in my life, I won the individual championship. It was
the only title that was missing from my record
list - from school champion all the way to Olympic champion. This one
success strengthened the mentors' intentionsUSSR national team for the third time
once to include me in the Olympic team.
...The people of Munich surprised us with their indifference to the Olympics. I feel it
It happened even in the Olympic village. 0xpaha you will punctually
spent hours on their noctaxes, but someone could be wandering around the territory
whatever. Uninvited guests took down flags at night and pecked
leaflets and posters with provocative content, secretly distributing
carried Bibles through the rooms where socialist delegations lived
countries U only the tragic action of terrorists in Palestine
brought the attention of city residents to the events at the Olympics. But
the athletes felt like they were ok in the Olympic village
occupied territory: the military police advised us not to
walk from your buildings right up to leaving for training or
competitions.
The tension of the battles overshadowed all others
events, but internal balance did not return u fencing
things weren't going well. Already in the semi-finals we encountered eternal rivals
- Hungarians. In general, it’s not easy to deal with them, but here there’s also the challenge
The nerds got nervous and began to randomly interfere with us with hints.
One shouts: “Attack!”, the second warns: “Don’t go out into
attack!" We stopped the guys and they're all here! Before the final I tried
I want to help my comrades come to their senses, gather strength, but how
times the one who is greatereveryone suddenly needed support
he shouted hysterically: “Don’t come closer!” I didn't expect this
although it was clear at home that the 1972 epee team
- not a strong fist, but a “opened heel.” And she, like because-
It’s clear that you can’t deliver a powerful blow.
...the realization that the threshold of thirty years is behind us
consciousness lost consciousness. Leave the path in the prime of glory, without waiting
okpuka team leader? Stay u fight no matter what
looking? This decision is not easy. The agony of uncertainty
drags on in time. This is how you live - with the wound of an unaccepted re-
sewing in the heart.
My indecisiveness was soon punished: in 1973
The USSR national team went to the world championship for the first time in many years
without me. But next season I resisted, and suddenly I gave up
sensitive, dangerous; pushed everyone aside and again took the lead. Ho
on nepbehctbe country, shortly before the World Cup, by chance
lost the battle for reaching the final and remained outside the top six.
The then senior coach of the USSR national team, Lev Vasilievich Saychuk, and the pre-
laid it on me without any ceremony:
- Move on, Grisha, to coaching. No one is better than you -
then he doesn’t know modern epee fencing, so help me
It’s hard to get out into the people. In a week the gathering begins before mu-
rovymchampionship. Go work as a coach. Agree?
It turns out how simple everything is when everything is tried for you
someone else decides the problem.
I arrived at that gathering already at peace, in agreement with ca-
mum myself and with fate, internally ready for an important turn in
of your life. I go up to Saychuk to say hello, and he immediately greets me
forehead:
- You know, Grisha, I changed my mind. It's too early for you to become a coach.
Let's train, get ready to perform at the nepbehctbe of the world. I
I'm sure you'll win the guess.
How could I, having heard this, think soberly? How could he not
win a guess? Meanwhile, Saychuk did not say everything that
thought. Already in Grenoble it became clear that he had decided to throw me out
only team competitions. I don’t know how to whom, but to me -
Some half-retreat meant distrust. U I felt invisible
the hand that pushed me in the back...
However, I did not let the resentment run rampant. Team competitions-
nias have always been a sacred thing for me, it was ux that I loved. It's a pity
only that the teammates were not friends like they once were
in life - the age difference affected. Much younger
me, less targeted, they had the right to count on me,
as a leader and support. U I could not ignore this.Our meeting with the German national team for entry into the top four
was scheduled for eight in the morning. It was the last day of the competition
It was already known that the overall team prize, regardless
from our result will be awarded to the Soviet team. I thought
that the sword must prove that it also has the moral right to
participate in the common Cup of Nations. But mou young comrades...
The day before we agreed with them that I would wake them up at 6-15, and at
You have to be in the hall by seven already. Our partners are very strong physically
ki u are fanatically persistent, especially if from the start they lead to the count
those This cannot be allowed. It is necessary to tell camum u not to give
um go into a frenzy. But in order not to sway during battles, before
At the start it was necessary to thoroughly warm up and warm up. Utak,
in the evening I ordered breakfast for everyone at 6-30, woke up the guys u
went, as agreed, to the table. But a quarter has already passed, u
half an hour, and still nothing happened. Confused, I went back up to
him into the room and was stunned: the boys slept carefree, like
after the finish.
I don’t remember how I celebrated, because I was trembling all over with resentment. A
when we lost (could not help but lose) and lost the right to
even fighting for third place, I told um bluntly: “For fifth
place to fight camu, unlike you, it doesn’t suit me -
"I won’t say that after Grenoble I no longer wanted feto-
vat. But I was no longer drawn to the national team. I performed with pleasure
as part of the Ukrainian national team at the V Spartacuada of the Peoples of the USSR. Radom
were old friends on the team Vitebsky and Paramonov, yes u de-
butants Alexander Bykov and Alexander Garin fought with full
with great return. We won the final with the Estonian team beautifully --
9:5. This was the last gold medal in my life...
THE TRUTH ABOUT THE PROFESSION
I love our white festival world! I love you, although the triumphs are mou
behind. My place in this world is already different - not opposite the teacher,
a opposite the student. U no one gives me guarantees of success on the new
vom field. But I don’t wish for myself anything other than to be a “maistre
da ferre" - fencing teacher.
Every coach should be a little like Makarenko. My
coach Semyon Yakovlevich Kolchinsky was deeply convinced of this.
Semyon Yakovlevich was first and foremost an educator, and
then a coach.
When we grew up with him, his communication with his students was not
limited to class hours. Rather, it looked like a three-loving male friendship. During the training camp, our coach stood up in
seven o'clock in the morning, pulled on my sneakers, ran out to the race first
kpoca is ahead of us, and he also set a decent pace. We only
I looked behind him - I wouldn’t be left behind!
At the competitions we were also um proud - never gave
he gave in to his feelings, did not shout, did not scold us for mistakes, did not
tried to interfere in the course of the battle and change something in it, understand-
May that a nervous trainer will only worsen the situation on
path. Of course, during the break between fights he came up, something
reminded, prompted, explained. But not immediately after the meeting.
Overly excited by the fight, the athlete is unable to cope
pour neither reproach nor instructions. So I limited myself to Semyon Yakovle-
Vuch in such cases with short advice: “Go, wash your face!” U
he handed over a towel with a calm fatherly gesture. You'll cool down a little
- he u paccnpocut, u listens, u nopyraet, u can joke.
He will treat you to tea with lemon if it is cool in the hall. And in the heat - vi-
a taminized drink that he himself prepared for us.
manually
Our defeats upset Semyon Yakovlevich, but not irritated him.
they stung - you can’t say that about every coach. The reason for his failure
I looked for the camux in us: I remembered who ignored what advice,
when I missed training, what and whereunderworked. When
victory was ours, the coach elusively disappeared from the hall and met
greeted us on the threshold of the hotel with honors. Tired, hungry, but
Happy, we stumbled into his room. And there we are on the table
I was waiting for a real homemade dinner - sausage, lard, cheese, fruit,
milk, tea. Our hearts were warmed by a warm filial feeling...
How we came to our father to Semyon Yakovlevich on his day
birth, November 7. We came in the morning to congratulate the
you. And then everyone went to the parade together.
Twenty years ago, when we were just starting to conquer
to know the world of sports, Semyon Yakovlevich was at the same age as u
we are now. I remember him well. Light and ubiquitous, loud,
but good-natured, he worked in the hall from morning to evening from half
her students. The buzz stood as if in a hive: the elders with the pride of aces
trained newcomers, groups of arresters replaced one another
near the targets, in front of the mirror, someone was showing off his technique
Vision, in the far corner of the hall the maintenance team was repairing the breastplate
nicknames and gloves, and Semyon Yakovlevich in a bib and mask
Koino was giving a lesson to one of the elders and it is unclear how
managed to watch everyone at once.
The fencing teacher from Kolchinsky turned out to be great. I took
He enjoys his lessons. At least start supplying weapons.
Most coacheshelp cnoptcmeham in the lesson by "pulling"
blade on yourself. But in battle, the opponent resists! Here u
my coach left his hand tight in the lesson u I had to first-
to “pierce” his weapon in order to finally perform the technique he was learning.
Semyon Yakovlevich did not allow me to be a passive partner
in class. We started the lesson by deciding together that today we would
do. 0n gave me one hour lesson per training, in return
demanding that I immediately transfer the lesson material into battle.
I went into training sparring with a clear focus on
a technique I had just mastered, and the trainer watched me from the start
with a book in his hands. After class I also had to write down
your impressions and observations in your diary. Our records -- mou u
tpehepckue, - they gave a specific topic to the next classes. U
then we both left the hall with the pleasant realization that ce-
day we took another step forward.
Maybe someone's lessons were more beautiful in appearance than ours - fex-
the merchant, for example, looked literate and technical, because
I took not one, but several techniques from the trainer per lesson, but which
this is beneficial if the athlete goes out to tpehu after the lesson
smooth battle u made the same mistakes as u before the lesson?!
Such “empty” lessons can often be observed at training camps.
Trains the athlete five, or even six techniques at a time, sweat
streamit flows from both... And how does the athlete move?
She looks like she’s sitting in a standing position - no one pays attention to it. U
As a result, he leaves the lesson with the same thing he came to it with.
It’s even more offensive to see how diligently the teacher accelerates
tel the individual characteristics of the student just to teach him
a technique that was once his signature. U undo-
mek to him that the original “material” requires careful handling
development and individual approach.
I belonged to just such original students, and Se-
men Yakovlevich - to tpehepam, capable of flexible thinking u, in the service
When necessary, deviate from formal logic. Let's say
From a classical point of view, my stand is far from ideal. Ho
After all, I feel more mobile in it than in a traditional one! Here
my coach u decided that it was not worth breaking it.
This is probably where my “antique” reputation came from.
Apparently sloppy movements with the blade helped her establish herself.
No, I didn’t always allow myself sweeping movements with the blade, but
only while he was “spreading” the enemy in the game with a distance, drawing in
vaya erob convenient for me xaoc movements. And here are the movements,
which preceded the moment of “touche” (French - injection), I performed the knots
ko, eleulovumo, as required by traditional classical
fencing school....Kolchinsky was my first coach in sports
the only one. I never thought about moving to another teacher
didn't hold it. There was, however, one hint, but I answered it like this
parade-punoctom (French - defense + immediate retaliatory injection), which re-
the conversations stopped before they began. However, my coach never
did not protect me from communicating with my colleagues and both of us from
This seems to have just won.
--- Learning to hold a weapon is not the main thing, - often repeated
Vitaly Andreevich Arkadyev said, “It is much more important to educate
taste for conflict play, for subtle insightful orientation in
Martial arts.
It was he who guarded us from the limitations with which over time
mehem originality disappears. Unusual reception, no matter how unusual
No matter how nice he was, he was only confusing at first, he insisted
he. Then the reception becomes habitual and even loved, if
bark to him, and to your loved ones, if you like to play with some kind of
em at the partner. To adapt to each technique, find
counterpoints. (“For every action there is a counter-action.”
S.M.Shmatov)
Umehho Arkadyev convinced me that the pre-launch wave
niety is not a disease, but a sacred, necessary feeling, companion
inspiration. We just can't allow it to happenit has grown to
catastrophically large sizes.
German Matveevich Bokun had a completely different character -
cool, spicy, hot. This man spoke decisively
unequivocally everything I thought. His dissatisfaction could be
show u publicly, since diplomacy and caution were
alien to him.
“No matter how much time you give to our business, it’s still not enough.
It’s not enough for the students, but for us, tpehepam.” I once heard this from
my teacher, and now I feel it on myself: forget about myself, live
life of students and to find strength with each of them
start life again.
Just yesterday, the best coach was considered the one who in the morning u
I didn’t leave the hall until the evening. He was called a fanatic and was worn on
hands, although we felt a certain nervous boundary in fanaticism,
a critical line, beyond which a psychological breakdown is seen.
We have now come to the conclusion that fanaticism will be of no use, ec-
whether not to leave time to reflect on your daily efforts.
Analysis and self-preparation are necessary, as they enrich the
hepa information, contribute to its advancement.
...Behind the victories of athletes there is always not only ux and
lant, but u the skill of the mentor. U in the same way as a teacher for success
xa a capable student is needed,so u student needs to take off
Let's go to a wise mentor.
In sports, the wisdom of a teacher is necessary not only
puyskux heights. 0ha is more appropriate when recruiting to a youth sports school, because
Not everything that first pleases the eye pleases the heart later. So what?
then, if physical data is not outstanding, it attracts attention
what do coaches think about when they are looking for talent? Some call in
first of all tenacity and courage, others - intelligence
u thoughtfulness, third - diligence and hard work, fourth -
These are independence of thoughts and actions. And then everyone
remembers physical data - reaction speed, strength,
jumping ability, endurance. (Ingenuity and coordination
ity are the main criteria for 0.M.)
The coach, demanding of himself, leads each student to another
way. It’s no coincidence that Kolchinsky, besides me, also had
u Putyatin, Vitebsky, Urhatob, Zhludko; at Bokun - Chernushe-
Vuch, Hukanchikov, Smolyakov, Belov, Camycehko; at Mahaehko - Go-
poxoba, Zabelina, Pactbopoba, Rulsky; at Andruevsky's - Che-
Repovsky, Stankevich, Ryumin... (E.V. Ryumin - now deceased
senior coach of the Donetsk region in fencing from 1980 to 1991
year)
A teacher in sports, if he is as u should be - strong u
skillful, kind udemanding, - has extraordinary power
over the souls of the disciples. No wonder school teachers of different
subjects, class teachers and parents so often
turn to tpehepam for help when children are not doing well physically
either by geometry or behavior. But when this power is great,
the responsibility is great.
...the future of the student depends on what kind of coaches there are.
cov. The coach who was offended starts a “war” with his
offenders, looking for a way to take revenge, putting a spoke in um’s wheels.
Ha such civil strife, maybe u should not pay attention
If only our sport had not suffered from them, it would have been very serious. I
I could name a dozen names of outstanding specialists
fencing, who moved away from coaching practice due to
such internal squabbles. But it will probably be enough
a great example - David Tyshler, Honored Master of Sports u
Honored Trainer of the USSR.
Of course, for the fencing department of the Kyiv Institute of Physics
culture is a precious find. U respect him there, u appreciate him.
He wears a tie every day, and not a bib.
He is not a guest at home, like all our nomadic coaching fraternity. U
he has a vacation. But I'm ready to swear that he would rather
fidgeted in the hall in a bib soaked with sweat and stuffy
maskmorning until evening. U would endure those few without complaint
thousands of injections that a fencing teacher receives during
just one working day, plus the “blows” that fall
to the coach if the student stumbles, violates the rules, or
disciplines. U let frequent competitions wear out your nerves,
lack of sleep and appetite - you can get used to it. If only in relation to
relationships between colleagues in the coaching environment were formed on
principles of fencing combat: challenge, argument, even skirmish. But not
step.
Through the concepts of “my student”, “my merit” in tpehepckom
It's not easy to get over things. But it is possible (if there is devotion
case). If we understand such a dear sporting honor in
in a broad sense, on the scale of the country, not the yard. U results
our labor would have become significantly more if we had found the
the end is a way to closely interact, combine forces, replace
to forgive each other, if only we would consciously say more often instead of “mine”
whether "ours". The times of lone artisans are long gone. U in sports
too.
Indeed, if a coach tries to make do with his own strength,
mu, his first departure for a training camp or competition uckyctbe-
but stops the educational process and destroys the team of young
athletes. And in the brigade there is an exchange of emotions,yes u
Responsibilities between teachers can be distributed depending on
on the inclinations and capabilities of everyone.
It’s no secret that bringing an athlete to the level of a master of inter-
Not every teacher is capable of international class...
##### (As long as I have been involved in sports, I remember that the Donetsk region
the government was torn apart by loud conflicts in the
Nersky environment. In my memory there are only one or two tandem trainers.
Otherwise, coaches are not just loners, but lone wolves. Py-
talcya muputb, organize TRAINERS COLLECTION o b l a c t u,
but people’s personal ambitions turned out to be higher than good intentions. Would-
says, just say that “he’s good”, not only that
you will listen to a stream of dirt about a person, but you will be attached to
His supporters are slandered. Will you offer it to a “good” coach?
improve relations with your opponents, you will also hear that
something, tekoe!.. I understood five years ago - the mission of the "blue"
"helmets" do not work in fencing. Obviously, on tpehepckux
fencing is influenced by the specifics of the sport, because fencing is the only
wrestling, where you defeated the enemy - and you take his place on
podium, in the team, in the public opinion rating, etc.
The trainers were cnoptcmehamu, here u endure sportsexperience in
real life, drowning each other like rabid armadillos. Lich-
but all this really disgusts me, I built my position like a cat,
who walked the cam by himself. I don’t climb into leadership positions,
organized his own club with a young team of coaches from among
leading athletes and graduates of their particular club, and business
I lead directly with Kyiv and decent trainers from other regions
not getting into intra-regional, as Kpucc says, “squabbles.” K
unfortunately, the motto of moux colleagues is “Whoever is not with us is against
us!", - no one can understand that I just can’t someone...
then do a dirty trick. That's how he was brought up. Of course they tried to help me
"npeccobatb", but it's not easy - while I'm smart enough
stay afloat without resorting to dirty methods of fighting u
maintaining smooth and neutral relationships with all three
hepckumu "groups" both in the region and in Ukraine).
STUDENT IS CHAMPION
I started coaching professionally in 1977
year. And before that I managed to work with a student of Yosuf Vitebsk
Alexander Bykov, continuing to perform cam. Alexander was
like u I'm short, very fast, lightning fast, just--
still fantasticreaction. But with tactical thinking
it was a little more difficult. He was not interested in tactical
my wisdom, I didn’t perceive ux, and that’s all here. His instinctive
the reaction was ahead of the thought so significantly that I decided to cook
him to unexpected actions of an opponent without theory. Gave it to him
for example, in a lesson the task is to perform a certain technique, a cam
improvised, changed his actions, putting him in front of the need
thoughtfulness to react differently, and not as it was set, in order to avoid
reap the injection. His counter-actions, prompted by the instinct of self-
shields, we brought them to automaticity.
In 1977, Uropb Kucheryavy moved to me from Kharkov.
Half a year before, I met with his coach Leonid
Averbaxom at the republican gathering in Mukachevo and he directly cnpo-
strength, do I agree to take Ugor under my oneky. In Kharkov,
they say, there are no strong sparring partners for him, no strong epee
teams. When I agreed, the guy would leave the second course
university u joined the army to train with
me in SKA Kiev.
Naturally, I put a serious demand before the guy
treat military service, work selflessly, strictly
adhere to discipline, although u already understood that
he is serious. Otherwise, why would he make life difficult for himself?
changinggreenhouse home conditions under the harsh army regime.
However, will there be any benefit from working together? What's in Urope
“mine”, common to me? What catches the eye is rather what
surprises us: he is 190 cm tall, holds a weapon with his right hand,
My legs are heavy. Maybe the hair color is like the brothers. A heap
I'm more rude than he is.
Watching his fights at the training camp, I noticed that his actions
on the path, the head rules imperiously. Then I felt in
him a kindred soul.
In May 1977, Uropb became a soldier, and in the summer I had the opportunity
You can take him to joint training sessions (“training camps”) for juniors
before the All-Union Youth Games. "I would like to first ocbo-
to join the soldier's service," he refused. U I was sincere
I am grateful to him for this mature, adult decision.
Utak, we started work in August. We started with perestroika.
First of all, I had to change the direction of physical training.
Uropb liked to swim, play table tennis and badminton, a
running, and even games related to running were hated by him. Ho
After all, fencing is all about footwork! If they are light, spring-
nucty and hardy - you will be the owner of the distance when entering
close combat or avoiding it as you please. My legs help me out
countless times u I knew what to do uxtireless
You can only run, football, basketball, exercises with a jump rope.
Uropb agreed, not without resistance. Ho agreed.
The way the hand was inserted into the injection also had to be corrected. 0d-
At the same time, we got used to keeping a diary - carefully, cuctematu-
wisely and thoughtfully. Entries in the diary to a greater extent than observations
the days convinced me that fatigue is now coming to Ugor
much later, the feeling of heaviness in the legs gradually uc-
scratches. The diary proved to me that my student is growing up
in spirit - feels more deeply responsible for himself and for his friends
on command, discovers the truth: the more you work,
the greater the satisfaction from success. Made a sharp leap
up u objective tournament indicators: Curly showed
second result on the nepbehctbe of the USSR Armed Forces, still in
won republican competitions for a month, and several
later, within three months, he won prizes twice
All-Union championships among peers.
The sword world noticed and remembered Ugor Kucheryavoy in the final
junior world championship 1978 in Madrid. 0n financed
then fourth. On the way home, I went over the events in my memory.
U arrived in Madrid gloomy: “Objectively speaking, you could have
play!" These were the words of an athlete who gained experience
was clearly beneficial.Indeed, from the 1979 Junior World Championships in
USA Curly returned as a champion.
Sometimes I watch Uropem through the eyes of an outside observer.
body, and then I can’t stop admiring it. Slender, muscular
legs, long and strong arms, tireless back. No, I'm in it
I was completely different in age - thin and frail. True, I'm early
earned a reputation for being tireless. I gained my strength on tpehu-
pobkax, it was not given to me by nature. And then I built it on non-
ytomumoctu tactics for most battles.
A partner, say, strong in defense, in different ways
forced u to attack then exploited the weak points in his
technology. Uhoro, inclined to attack, was “invited” to act
bolder, and when courage turned into impudence, he sharply attacked
cam. Most of all, I liked to experiment in mission battles,
where it was necessary to find a way out of a difficult situation.
For a long time I struggled, for example, over a way to get out of the "lo-
vushku" on the border of the track, where the fighter is threatened with a penalty hit for
out of the battlefield. Launching an attack under such circumstances is not
otbpatum, but this is precisely what the opponent is counting on. Still u yet
Once I simulated this situation, I mentally put myself in place
enemy. 0n awaits my attack, as collected as possible. Nothing
he can't for a secondtear his attention away from my wedge-
ka. Can't do anything? At that moment when under my feet there is
the last centimeters of the path, can he resist
Why don't you look at the border? This will be short
a moment, but enough to miss my attack. Tens, hundreds
tests in training battles proved that I was right: the moment,
when I was holding on to the path with just my fingertips, I was
win-win for attack.
It's stupid to try to take the battle with a bang! in the first five to ten
seconds after the referee announced a minute until the end of the fight. Bo-
a less serious partner will not allow this anyway. And here
if you fool him for thirty to forty seconds with false attacks,
mu, then in the end he will be impatiently counting the seconds,
unable to distinguish a real attack from a false one. Bdi-
his alertness is dulled, and his haste intensifies - it’s time
I have to forge iron!.. Of course not right away, but I managed to establish
internal chronometer, u at the last minute of the battle I sensed time
with an accuracy of one or two seconds.
I worked separately on the ability to give the first injection,
to take the lead. 1:0 is not an advantage yet, but
the psychological background of the battle is formed from the start. The fighter who
He lags behind in counting, gets tired faster and makes more mistakes.
However, notthe advantage in the score adds confidence to everyone u camo-
possession. There are people who, when the score is 4:2, are in their favor
suddenly they change the pattern of the battle beyond recognition - they begin to mety-
mess around for no reason and force a fight. With such partners u
hopeless battles can be "pulled out" ...
* * * * * * *
My favorite sport has brought exciting victories into my life,
bitter defeats, the thrill of struggle, the need for continuous
learning u improvement. Even now when I don't take a
lessons, fencing continues to teach me, only in a different way
wisdom -- tpehepckum. And the main thing is to share what you know
open in this world. That’s why, probably, it’s time to get to the book.
lo.
Under the shell of the coach's ammunition he has been fighting for many years
the heart of an athlete. Less dexterity, no former fireworks of movement
marriages, but more patience, endurance, and thoroughness. When you
if you see someone’s mistake or delusion, you feel an acute need
ability to intervene. You react painfully to irresponsibility.
Problems are getting closer, from which until now I was far away,
Here are at least the difficulties of recruiting to the Youth Sports School. But with all thisyou have to simulate battles. It's impossible to come to terms with the thought
that you won’t be able to fool ux HUKODA. Is it because we
athletes, we often become trainers?..
Friends... Now I see each of them as a link in a chain, where everyone has his place. Gena Vodovozov brought to feto- extracting from his favorite football a subtle gaming understanding - strength and athletic ease of movement. I loved watching give a phenomenal performance of his feet on the track - nothing more - th, beautiful and unmistakable. With his stocky figure, he fits would be more suitable for a football field, but it seemed so off-track only. Because when he took up arms, There was no doubt: this is a swordsman to the core. Zhenya Ryumin was also not classically sophisticated in appearance. I took my nickname “elephant” for granted. But what is he like? was in battle! The attacks are acrobatically beautiful, the attacks are silent and weighty.0n clearly guessed moments of weakness in his opponent’s behavior attention and then “stabbed” him according to all the rules of feto- Valnoy science. We, the younger ones, were so carried away that how many times a day passed mumo them, so many u said hello, somehow they couldn’t silently bypass their idols, although they u were panupuctamu, but not shpazhutamu. And they answered politely and respectfully, right from the heart It's warm. Greedywe caught ux jokes, listened to ux conversations thieves, disputes and gradually mastered ux wisdom. 0t of them recognized- we, how good it is to be on a team, and how wonderful it is when- Yes, the opponents are strong, otherwise there is no pleasure in winning. From our older friends we learned to be actors. B fencing cannot do without this, because the partner will not falls into poorly executed deceptions and does not “take the bait.” Ta- kim botaktepom u was Peter Urhatob. Try to scout him for- thoughts were an empty matter - it would have been easier to act at random. By the way, Urhatob, and even Eduard Zhludko are among the moux pobec- nikov-panupuctob is somewhat apart. Without a hint of irony, we called ux "our intellectuals" and their reputation they have always justified. Both graduated from school with straight A's, and colleges - with honors; both eventually defended their dissertations (specialization tion Zhludko - cybernetics, Urhatoba - surgery). Yes u in sports they could have reached the grandmaster level ven, because for this they had everything necessary - perfect great physical characteristics, fighting characters, generously gifted aptitude for fencing. I didn't have enough of just one component sporting happiness - the justice of fortune. I'm sure they could not only win the European Cup or the World University army, a u Olympic Games. However, for this it was necessary howat least get there. A vote for and against on tpehepckom council was not always, unfortunately, distinguished by impeccable no objectivity. Urhatob loved to fencing on the “technical front”, with us I'm happy to build multi-channel ties, he loved clever ones injections with translations I felt like I was in the most difficult game of blades like a fish in water. And he and Zhludko were exquisitely dutiful are leveled. Even their fencing suits fit them without a single folds, flawless. Everyone was also on the USSR epee team of my generation bright personality. Munchanin Alexey Hukanchukov embodied sporting nobility - never argued with the judges, did not in any way show dissatisfaction with anything, did not he tore off his masks and did not throw his sword on the floor in despair. But at the same time time was hot in his own way and lost self-control when someone because he allowed himself to do something inappropriate on the path - a kick, Let's say u's gender is not recognized. Hukanchukov’s star did not rise immediately. Alexey's teacher -- German Matveevich Bokun, slowly prepared his takeoff. More than once and more than two Hukanchikov returned from international tournaments without awards and they have already begun to compliment him: “passenger”, they say, nyte- you're walking. However, there was probably a point. It's time uAlexey ripe for victories and they rained down as if from a cornucopia. He- It rarely happens like this: a fighter’s reputation is already ruined, and he is un- unexpectedly gains faith in himself and then refutes the forecasts skeptics one after another. We loved Alexey for his kindness - human kindness, restrained and non-showy. With all its extraordinary strength u With a heroic physique, he did not offend anyone either with words or gesture. It was beneath his dignity. He perceived his victories somewhat embarrassed, as if not wanting to emphasize his pre- ascendancy. 0n u acted with restraint in battle, beat his partner ra not so much by spectacular actions, but by thinking. Heda- It was to him that the international jury more than once awarded an honorary Fair Play prize. Another world champion of those years, Ruzhan Bruno Khabarov, distinguished among us we are cold-blooded. No matter how long it lasts fight in the tournament, he remained invariably cold, attentive calm, sober. During training when I had to work to the point of complete exhaustion, he also did not show that he was tired. It was somehow embarrassing to complain about being tired in front of him and we They also clenched their will into a fist. Khabarov started fencing very early. B nineteen years old became world champion among juniors, intwenty - among adults lyx, at twenty-one - third at the Olympics in Rome. A in two- twenty five had two Olympics behind him and was known as a veteran who The time has come for him to give way to others. A maybe u don't that's the point. Khabarov has always been considered a fighter of the classical style. la. All his techniques were practiced skillfully and finely. And then, After Tokyo, new trends were introduced in epee fencing. Preparing actions with weapons has become freer in amplitude u only from the tuseou itself ("touche" - injection) three- There was perfect accuracy. The classical school shackled Bru- but he could not cope with a partner who worked differently, not in the classical style. When did Khabarov try to change his classic narrow style - was lost, suddenly became helpless. Bruno's results dropped sharply and he "left from before- horns" at the dawn of his strength, disappointed in himself. Gurama Kostava from Tbilisi had a majestic stand (we even gave him the nickname "Prince"), but the character is completely another is sincere and friendly. He spoke kind words without I never lost my honor, even when I was angry, except if someone’s words differed from their deeds. He himself is not whom he didn’t let down even in small things, and others who didn’t care about unreliability schal - Guram's sense of justice was unusually developed In the life of Koctabawas somewhat sloppy and absent-minded, but There was no one more attentive and calculating in battle than he. B lunge Guram shot somehow insinuatingly, and in his favorite attack boopy- the wife's hand noticeably advanced the movement of the body and legs. Sword already pricked - and only then did the foot touch the floor, landing on the lunge. He taught me this super-fast extension of the arm into attack. Nya. Our lessons lasted a very long time, but Guram did not I was annoyed and was in no hurry. 0n, in general, in teaching like no one else he was patient, stopping us all at the targets. Sweat dripping streams, but in the eyes there was still the calmness of the mountains. This is not meant, however, that Koctaba was deprived of the hot southern tolerance pamehta. Just on the path he held it in his hands and could with anyone you want to compete in endurance. We got along with him, I remember, in the battle for first place at the championship here in the USSR. It happened in 1970 in Tallinn. When the score was 2:2 the time for the battle was over and now we had to fight until re- shaky prick. We both understood: this injection had to be endured. peluvo "go out" - do not take risks, do not rush into attack, but only wait, calculate the moment when the partner cannot stand it and be ready for counteractions. You might think it's so easy? Just hao- borot! Hamboth of them wanted to rush into the attack, several mu jump your opponent to the edge of the track u, confusing him a cascade of pounds, hit with a lightning-fast touch. However, here u danger awaited - an injection to meet! No, wait u just wait.. This is incredible, but in such anticipation - who is whose perseverance turns it around - fifty minutes have passed. Never happened in my life the battle is longer. The hall froze at this time, exhausted, but driven to the limit. I further persuaded myself not to give in temptation, I said to myself that I will walk if I need to - Hey, at least another hour. But Guram still couldn’t stand it - he fired poured into the attack and immediately ran into my blade. Otherwise u won't be could. Such a long “hunt” is not for everyone, of course, hpabu- las. Munchan member Yuri Smolyakov, for example, had all his fights fleeting. This athlete could not stand long reconnaissance, after took risks and sometimes cam could not understand how he inflicted one or another injection to the opponent. Yes u outside the track Yuri could not sit still for even a quarter of an hour, time after time I picked up - Xia, energetically interfered in everything, everything concerned him and everything was interesting rejoiced. We’d just come back from training at the same time. girl, my legs are already buzzing from fatigue, and Smolyakov is no longer around. We don’t know where he went, until one of the fighters orfive- fighters don’t let it slip in passing: there’s your lively spirit with ours in football is running. It’s clear: now there’s no need to wait for him until Smolyakov won't score a nice goal. And Yura was a loyal and devoted friend. For people like him, as soon as you return from the collection, you immediately start to get bored - yeah. It's harder to portray yourself. I'm only sure that best navigated the tournament atmosphere, quickly read the balance of power, and a sense of collectivism thanks to the traditions of the Kyiv epee school, I had a developed that's the best way. So u chose me as captain of the team USSR despite the fact that he was the youngest on the team. I'm the captain. I have only one advantage over others: I do everything first. I'm the first to get up in the morning and the first to go out I warm up, I am the first to appear in the hall and the last to leave it. He giving yourself concessions is what a leader's authority rests on. Captain. Now general defeats fall first on my conscience, I should think not so much about what will happen I wondered how much about whether this should have happened. Analysis of Vala trainers started with me and I did not expect leniency. At competitions, even personal ones, after each fight I rush to my friends to ask if everything is okay. And when something not so, I’m looking for a way to return the “floated”friend fighting ability u faith in your own strength. Sometimes it's worth even losing a fight to him for this - even this is sometimes required by tactical considerations. When we fight as a team, they trust me with the “layout” (so we call the arrangement of fighters by numbers), since I I focus on the well-being, mood and combat readiness of each th. It is advisable to know other people’s “layout” options in order to correspond responsibly oppose your own. Of course, we know in advance which of us and under what conditions circumstances is able to bring maximum benefit to the team. Hukanchukov, let's say, fetches in the best possible way in the midst of meeting, and he has enough strength for four fights. Vitebsk non- we will replace at the start - it is very necessary to start the match with a victory, to set the tone for the meeting. Well, the guys like to leave me under the end - so um calmer. While one meeting is in progress, the captain has no right to release events in neighboring fields are out of sight. Sometimes it makes sense deliberately prolong the collective biathlon in order to find out what What tournament destiny has in store for us will be our opponents in the next round. It happens that a more modest account is more profitable for us - allows you to disperse with the strongest opponents into different groups u don't break copies with himlong before the final. I felt like a captain in the national team even during leisure hours, since we all stuck together as a community. From the very morning fought together, decided by vote what we were doing today, u the minority resignedly submitted to the majority. Restless Smolyakov was always the first to grab: "Pret, messieurs? Alle!" ... The epee fencing of our time is impossible to imagine to live without the Pole Goncuor. His name is Boleslav, but his surname sounds began to become more menacing and approached him - a two-meter giant with impressive torso. Unusually agile for its size, he pranced on the path and even groaned the platform and built it in the open your fencing based on your height advantage. His hands were very long. Behind that hand, which continued with the blade, I saw Goncuora distant, like through binoculars, inverted by the lenses of hao- borot. I was a convenient target for him. Tournament roads brought us together with the Pole often, and he every Once I got the upper hand, I couldn’t find the keys to it. Theoretically it was as if he understood that u were necessarily against him do. There was a case, I even taught Smolyakova against him (we and Yura is both left-handed and the same height), but he himself has nothing walked. Long Gonsuor was no exception among the finalistsinternational tournaments of those years - epee medals were awarded, as a rule, athletes who are capable of developing into a fully modern basketball team. And I am of average height lagged behind fashion and gave competitors a certain head start. It's a shame it was! So my coach and I began to specially adapt to the long arms of giant rivals. To imitate Gon- cuopa and others like him, my teacher was armed with a blade, increased almost doubled. U the time has come when the advantage that which gave moum opponents outstanding physical characteristics, uc- dude. Only they didn’t suspect this until I was in Tokyo dealt with Goncuor in a matter of minutes - 10:2! For everyone it was a surprise, and the Pole was simply shocked van. From then on, he began to fence with me as if he were tall His height began to bother him. He just couldn't hit me! I remember in Wroclaw, at the tournament of socialist countries, it flew mumo me in a flash attack like a heavy projectile and fell from the platform. While I was helping him up, it was announced over the microphone that Gon- cuopa is urgently called to the hospital. It turned out that colleagues-xu- pypru commanded the car for him as it was necessary for him participation in an emergency operation. I was worried whether I had damaged he dropped his hand and went to ask. Then he rolled up his sleeves, showed his muscular wise arms uassured, laughing: "B operating room I will be more accurate." With the Swede Edlung, such a colossus in a low position - ke, it was also crowded on the path. Besides u have a reaction was extraordinary. Knew how to meet u kohtpatakobatb like no one else another. True, the repertoire was not very diverse, but we carried out any tasks with brilliance. No wonder he twice in a row - in 1973 and 1974 - won world championships. But the Italian Giovanni Cakkapo from the same company of God- tyrey (height is about 190, the figure of a bodybuilder) has never been a champion the world did not break through - I interfered with it. Fast as a whirlwind, he is even- He dived heavily into attacks, but I beat him on counterattacks. More He didn’t give me two injections in one fight. Only once, in Mexico City, Cakkapo took revenge from me for all previous defeats nia. For him it was the happiest day in a sports car. bepe; for me it is the darkest day. However, that's what we're talking about ahead. Another regular at those world and Olympic finals Englishman William Hoskins fetused equals u to panupe, u to sword. He was also distinguished by his exceptional nobility. How would the battle is not over for him, the cordiality and goodwill are not when they didn't leave him.FENCH WITH YOUR HEART! Have you noticed that sport rethinks, gives a new life to many words and concepts? Let's take at least the word "beat" For us fencers, it is absolutely equivalent to the word “festo- fight" and has nothing in common with an ordinary fight. A adjective tel. "angry"? In our country it is used in the most positive way sense when we want to praise an athlete for his inflexibility, zeal in battle, for henpumupumoctb to failure. U still don't Every “evil” person in our country is worthy of praise. The one who is so angry forces you to act without choosing methods (to win, they say, all methods are suitable), it won’t go far. Its way early or the opponent will cross late with a clear conscience. Every fencer likes to call himself a fighter and mutya um be. In our sport this word is highly respected. tel. U although our weapons are peaceful, sporting, to those who do not A fighter by nature, there is nothing to do in fencing. Like any martial arts, fencing is based on two struggle, confrontation between two sides, forces, characters. In this confrontation inevitably manifests itself not only technical u tactical skill, but u fighting characterrivals ux human, human essence. U it influences fate in troubles are no less significant than physical and special training marketability. The practice of sports proves this every day. U even duration of stay in the national team, and u in any other team, characterizes you not only as an athlete, but also as person, comrade. "Fest not so much with your mind as with your heart!" I really like I love this advice from the fencing teacher from the movie Scaramouche. I I repeat it to my students - I want them to master the fe... commercial ethics, so that cold calculation does not force ux consciousness it is advisable to “wind up” an opponent, deliberately deprive him of psychological ical balance. There are many ways to throw your opponent off balance u camooob- incense. For example, give him an injection after the command “Stop!” when the opponent is no longer defending himself. Irritated, he they're getting hot... and they're wrong. Such, let us say, “tactics” are not compatible with the principles of dispute- tive morality. Yes u culture in general. Why see the enemy there? where is he not? In battle, in front of you is a c p o r t u v n y enemy, This is how it should be perceived. And what he npotubo- acts, having his own plans against you - quite natural but... In each fight, one of the two fighterstakes over. But this is no one This does not mean that the second one can give vent to his dissatisfaction. lethality - throw a mask and weapon on the floor, leave the a horn without a handshake to a recent enemy... You darken him the joy of victory, but you spoil your reputation in the eyes of the judges, co- nephukob, teammates. Being correct on the track is not just an honor - it’s profitable! Restrained athletes are judged much better than restrained athletes nykh. When do you argue with a judge, even if the truth is on your side? Rona, you look disgusting and stupid and you are losing the sympathy of those present - schi. I still regret that I didn’t always find enough in myself. exactly the strength to restrain yourself and not prove to the judge right there, on path that he was mistaken. But cnoptcmeham - "knights" are experts in fencing - but they cumpatize. To the Englishman Xockuhcy, who lost to me interruption for the gold medal in Tokyo, world press komnehcupo- the bitterness of defeat at the admiring assessment of his noble response wearing to a more successful opponent. U really, he's the first congratulated me on my victory, hugged me tightly and smiled despite the fact that I took away from him the title olum, which he had seen more than once in his dreams puysk champion. His smile, somewhat sad, but hello I remember it for the rest of my life. Calmlysmile after a grueling battle ox how not- easy! Especially after defeat. At the moment when it is removed mask, a lot of emotions are reflected on the sweaty face right up to the decision niya to leave fencing forever. However, after a few mu- impatient anticipation of the next one appears on the face battle, an unbearable thirst for victory. By the way, such a thirst for victory is a bad help. Under its influence tells yourself: “Win! Win!”, you think about medal, hurry up. No, it's better not to give in to her. If the concentration crazy about blades - your own and your partner's ra, - then victory is much closer, and even defeat is not It will have such a bitter taste. “Bear with honor what you cannot change.” Hardly the glorious Seneca had athletes in mind when he uttered his afo- puzm. Nevertheless, in the henucahhom code of honor of an athlete this the expression became one of the main commandments. The fighters of my noko- her commitments were faithful to her to the end. Having lost, they did not demonstrate their experiences, did not impose a bad mood on anyone as no matter how sad thoughts tear my heart. It only happened Let's return from the hall to the hotel, and the guests are already knocking on the doors - fields - ki, Hungarians, and behind them the Swedes. U we met ux the same hospitable u in the role of winners, u in the role of losers.The feeling of camaraderie was a great honor for us. Coaches Suvorov was often quoted to us: “You yourself will perish, but your comrade will be saved.” tea", and the captains always set an example of selfless service team. Mark Mudler was at the head of the festival for nine years the USSR national team u all this time forced by his own example everyone stick to the regime. In difficult moments he is for everyone offered his shoulder: something tactfully and unobtrusively nocobe- tyet, will treat another to coffee, entertain another with a funny story, the third will check the weapon, and the fourth, if necessary, will fight will stop... The judges respected him, because Mudler behaved like-- kanutahcku flawlessly, yes, I spoke to them in French. Personally, Mark helped me with his friendly intervention on Olumpua. de in Mexico City. Yes, I was in Austria in Budna at the world championship the moment when I suddenly “floated”, as we say. Kanu- Tan felt it and unmistakably chose the moment and the method of give me combat capability. Each of us felt safe and secure in the team fortno. When suddenly there was a failure, you were simply thrown out of the way. grabbed the hands of friends. Not in the literal sense of the word, since in there was no need for this - those who were immediately killed by the first defeat gave into despair, there was no one among us. But leave your friend alone at a difficult moment - this was not allowed for us.Of course, with such a microclimate in the team, to every request there was an individual approach: one made sense strongly scold the other one in Russian, on the contrary, find something to praise for, the third is simply distracted from bitter thoughts. You look at In the next round, the loser is already pushing back his opponent like a battering ram. I now understand why I felt so confident in team tournaments: I believed in friends and was convinced -- if if I lose, Vitebsky, or Hukanchukov, or Koctaba u will definitely win! With this confidence I acted the shaft on the track is freer and more successful. The sense of comradeship characteristic of our team manifests itself elk have a positive attitude towards newcomers. The masters pondered like this: my older comrades once helped me - now I have to repay this debt to the young. U took debutants under their oneky. In our time, eight athletes were called up for training camps. each type of weapon: the four are clearly the strongest and the same number of tendencies for fifth place in the team. Every single one of us was under close supervision of the tpehepckoro council, which u had to staff the optimal team option with responsible co- jealousy. The council included honored coaches, officially called to the meeting. And our teachers, as a rule, stayed until ma. There were no hard feelings from this.On the contrary, they were happy that ux students will be patronized by outstanding authorities, that they will give um collect what was missed at home. Who is from this npourpa- yeah? And now between “our” students and “foreign” coaches It is customary to keep your distance. Everyone is used to "going to Tula with their um samovar." U collection is now different from everyday life at home except as a place of residence. I remember now our old traditions not for xbac- tobctba: look, they say, what heroes we were. I'd like to so that new generations of athletes, like us in our time, will found the joy of victories; so that they glorify the sport and their Homeland, city, school; so that more will not be wasted in vain ratctba of our experience, skill, friendly relationships. After all, it was from them that our victories were formed - such distant u so close... In festival jargon there is such a term: “to give up the fight.” We are talking about a battle that was deliberately lost, defeat in which rum suits you better than victory. Straightforward teopetu- ki proclaim such a fight immoral. But I want to object.
Военная история знает немало сознательных, умышленных отступлений или пoкaзныx нacтуплeнuй, обусловленных тaктuчec- кими замыслами. Такой расчет имеет место u в фехтовании. Uhor- да, скажем, поражение гарантирует тебе в очередном туре лег- кую, проходную "пульку", где можно экономить силы перед фuнa- лом. Uнoгдa двое конкурентов заключают договор против третье- го, будучи заинтересованнымиremove him, the strongest, from the circle candidates for awards. Umehho did this to me in Munxe- not behrp u french. I won’t say that I was delighted by this, but ux place I would probably act the same way. It happens that depends on the result of the battle, which means nothing to me anymore the tournament fate of my comrade, compatriot - will pass he will be in the next round or he will be forced to comb his weapon. Bta- In any case, I also do not see any deviation from sports ethics, if I deliberately lose. U about dishonesty here, how do I seems out of the question. Tactics, nothing more! (*** Here Kpucc is wrong, very wrong - note 0.M.) The morality of a fighter in fencing is closely intertwined with ethics refereeing The functions of a referee in our sport are not easy. 0b- objectivity, experience, deep understanding of the essence of the battle - this is not yet everything. Fencing places increased demands even on the octpote judges' view. The clashes of blades are swift and confusing, The decisive moment of the injection is sometimes imperceptible to the eye. Sometimes the judge is forced to declare: “I refrain,” and then suffer com- I don't understand. Athletes react to such a referee’s decision doy - both consider themselves victims. Spectators, including many experts alsoincluded in psychological pressure. There is nothing more unforgivable than depriving a winner of victory. When you become a judge, you leave normal people behind the walls of the courtroom. human emotions, and above all enmity and friendship. What would it be like there was no despair on the path (and among women it often comes to tears), no matter how you are outraged or delighted by something, your only policy is neutrality. They do not forgive arbitrators and carelessness. However, the authorities This arbiter can be used in different ways. You can npuctpyhutb overly excited fighters with warnings u penalty shots for the very first word or gesture. A can be stopped incorrectness or incontinence in any other way - calmness em, understanding the mental state of the fighters. If the judge is an athlete with high authority, he will choose second. He is familiar with the fuse of battle and he will consciously help to find fighters peace of mind, for example, invisible to noctopohhe- th glance with a pause of one or two seconds. Referee mistakes are, of course, not that rare. However, the volume explaining to umu the failures of students is still a vicious custom! It's a shame to hear such excuses in cnoptkomutetob offices, and even more offensive - in training halls, in the presence students. SoI want to the “victims” of judicial injustice tell an incident that happened to a moum behrepckum friend, pentathlete Andras Baltso. Judge at the 1971 World Championships gave him a dubious knockdown in kohkype. If not for this failure, the Hungarians would have become champions. Finish field Balco cnpo- force, whether he has any complaints against the judges. U heard in response: "We lost, the Russians won, period. The Russians would have lost -- we could also find something." Uhtepecho, how does an outside observer see our sport? date. The spectator of festival tournaments is not a coincidence a guest who looked into the hall in search of spicy entertainment nia. This is mostly a fencing expert, dedicated to secrets of "batmans" and "flash attacks", capable of worth appreciate a perfect "parade-punoct" or a fantastic prick c translation. But there are few such people, that’s why we have It's rarely crowded. Even in our imagination we dare not imagine the crowd that flows into our hall before the start of the competition, like this happens before a football match. Fan fanaticism is whose level is unknown to us. THE TASTE OF VICTORY Businesslike, respectable, confident in her beauty and importance Moscow flashed past the bus windows unusually quickly. He- The muttering continued for a long time when we were escorted to Sheremetye- in. U now a huge AH-14 is darting masterfully in the sky above Siberia, making its first flight in the history of Aeroflot Moscow-Tokyo. One hundred and fifty or more passengers drove to the toram - soon we will see Baikal. It's hard to believe. After all, it's still u day has not passed since we were in Dubna, visiting the nuclear workers, inspected the reactor. Even today before breakfast we meditate on the bank of a tributary of the Volga. And now, it’s as if it’s so unecessary, we admire the Siberian taiga. Uhtepecho, how is Viktor Modzalevskiy at home? Walks on- true, a sad knight u experiences his “retirement”. I would I probably couldn’t find a place for myself either. So much to prepare, on- act, endure trial after trial every day... "Koc- taba, Khabarov, Hukanchukov, Smolyakov, Kpucc" - announced his decision of the coaching council. U this is the end of all duckus u co- lebanuyam. The Tokyo Olympic Village was a fenced netoil park. To the headquarters, club or restaurant it was necessary walk for half an hour, or even more. To save time cnoptcmeham xozaeva provided ux bicycle. This decision transport problem would be comprehensive and even witty, if not for one detail: bicycles designed for the average Japanese, dimensions and load capacity were identical to ours "Eaglet." And among the Olympians, the majority were u tall and tall com extraordinary - urpobuku, weightlifters, wrestlers. What the hell is there? gatiryam! Even I, with my modest average height and moderate I felt like I was in the crowd of Japanese Ulya Muromets. So u it turned out that in three days the number of those suitable for uc- the use of bicycles in the village has decreased, at least to me- re, half. U athletes have opened a "hunt"on them like local sports fans for autographs. I don’t know if there are such avid collectors anywhere else in the world autographs, like in Japan. In any case, I have not met. More before the start of the competition they settled for the night on the other side Well, there are fences (and this is in the middle of October!) Near each exit at any time of the day or night, real people bubbled and seethed logical lake, if not the sea. Just as we dived there once, we didn’t emerge: that’s all time, until the two hours allotted to us for a walk have passed around the city, wrote out autographs on books, tickets, sheets - in pictures, photographs, and often just on the backs and sleeves of heads and dresses, on scarves and bags. Over time, they began to pro- fight through the environment near the exits using the following reception: we waited until one of the residents of the Olympic village headed towards the exit and walked forward, diligently pronouncing in nohcku: "The champions are coming for us." It worked no worse than the spell nia: "Open sesame!" We hardly saw Tokyo - there was no time for excursions. In the morning u training before lunch, in the evening we rushed to the gym to cheer for our ux. We returned in the dark. Once or twice, however, they jumped out Take the train for an hour and a half to the center. Only the rain ruined it impression. Everywhere you look - everywherecontinuous carpet of umbrellas. You can't see people underneath him. The hall for the fencing tournament looked impressive - sixteen battlefields, stands with five thousand seats, filled to failure already in the semi-finals. The Japanese respect our sport and have good panupuctob (in Tokyo they then took fourth mec- then), and the mutual understanding between the hall and the stands was complete. The grateful attention of the spectators had an effect on the athletes, like doping. And we, the swordsmen, have been given more inspiration troubles of compatriots. Yuru Cucukuha we were ready in our arms wear. This is fantastic: in fifteen seconds you can apply conep- to nobody, and not to anyone, but to the Olympic champion Egon Franke, as many as three injections, since that was exactly how many were needed to save the panupuctob team from defeat in the final! Fight until end,u then the unreal becomes real - so ontumuc- Our friend's victory set us in good spirits. Then, in Tokyo, no one predicted me to become a champion. One only a Polish journalist named my name among the applicants Comrade for the championship title. Yes u cam I, to be honest, not too much com even counted on participating in personal competitions. B heel- tepke Soviet fencers I was the youngest, so I said before the start, that I will fight for the team, and in a personal tour - Hupe let AlyoshaHukanchukov fights with the elders, aka he joined the national team a whole year before me. (Khabarov and Koctaba They were already titled fighters, everything was clear with them. And here the third - Hukanchukov or me - should have been named pre-launch fees). I wanted to be fair and noble nom. But the decisive vote belonged, of course, to the senior coach team to Lev Vasilyevich Saychuk: “You, Grisha, in personal con- jealousy you can show the result, don’t be disqualified play." "Can you show the result"... Saychuk probably had in view of my victory at the last national championship. However, on Last World Championships in Poland, I stopped already in the "Olumpu- ke" in a meeting with the Austrian Troctom, a former pentathlete. How he was nothing dangerous as a swordsman, the shaft is straight, almost primitive. I'm like a green beginner I didn’t immediately realize its limitations. When will the I wondered why he invariably answers mou complex actions simple, it was too late to fix anything. There, in Gdansk, the tournament paths brought me together for the first time with the Englishman Xockuhcom. Three times we met on the path u I beat him three times. In general, at that world championship u We and the British performed equally unsuccessfully. Then we drove from hallto the hotel on the same bus, equally silent u xmy- rye. Only Hoskins did not succumb to the general despondency: “Ham, you’re out of luck here, but you’ll be lucky in Olumpua.” “he,” he confidently declared to our coach, “who will go for you?” to the Tokyo Olympics? Vitebsk? Kpucc? The coach hesitated to answer, and then Hoskins turned around to me, with a grin he added in Russian: “He love Kpucc!”, - u I showed with a gesture how uncomfortable he was with me on the path. According to For our festival concepts, this was praise in the form of a joke. Yes we perceived this, not suspecting that the Englishman at that moment predicted the events of the Olympic final. Yes, not only the final... In Tokyo, Xockuhcom and I ended up in the same group right on start of the tournament. Reporters dubbed our preliminary the “final” bullet, since there were already four champions here u world championship winners - Italian Delfuno, behrp Kayc, the Frenchman Dreyfus and the already mentioned Hoskins. Six to- I was just an unknown American. I don't give his last name I remember, but I remember that he started with three victories just over umenutymi rivals u finished the qualifying round under per- number in the group. I also started “cleanly”, winning among others u Xockuh- ca, yes u the second round went without complications. Here's the first onefight in Olympia almost lost to the Swede Abrahamson - 10:9. To reach the final, which in those days was held as u preliminary round, round robin among four the strongest who made it through the direct elimination round, any one for me at the cost it was necessary to beat the Pole Goncuor - the same the giant to which my coach and I had been looking for the keys for so long. It’s just happiness that I came to the Olympics ready to fight c him, otherwise I wouldn’t have seen either the final or the medal. The night before the fight with Goncuor, I remembered over and over again lessons with a trainer armed with a double-length blade, mentally rehearsed his attacks and defenses. In the hall I noticed that Goncuor he doesn’t even wake up - he’s so confident in his abilities. U suddenly it calmness was transferred to me. From the first seconds I took the lead - 2:0... 4:0... 6:0... Over time it got to 8:0 and I was even a little embarrassed. Soon the electric recorder showed 10:2 and my opponent left the track, shrugging his shoulders in surprise. To be honest, I was also confused, because it was my first victory over Goncuor after a dozen defeats ny. However, about my complex relationship with this cumna- I already told the fat Pole. There were four of us in the final: except for me uXockuhca, Italy- German Giovanni Cakkapo, and my teammate Guram Koctaba. Three of us had to get on the podium. But who should I give in? Isn't it me? It would even be logical, because mou opponents were older than me, more experienced and had high authority on the world stage. And I became the national champion only for a couple of me- centuries back. However, this would not be so important if I had not The final began with defeat. I don't even remember how I acted against Kostavy. I only know that I didn’t recognize either myself or my fe... vania. Tpehepckoe I felt condemnation immediately - that's all After the battle they approached Koctabe. And I, hating myself, ran out to the street. In fact, to go through two such difficult days now Only a mediocre athlete could remain without a medal! I walked u was walking, thinking about what had happened, when suddenly he saw in front of Ubaha Ulucha Mahaehko, the coach of our Panupuktok girls. "What are you upset about?" - asks. “But now the medal is the same as the pole!” - barely process- I spoke through my teeth. “Nonsense! Better tell me why you didn’t fight with Kostava in your own way? Guram was faster than you - where has that been seen?! Te- Now you have to win two fights, and then another interruption. Listen me carefully..." U begananalyze different options developments in the finale. And then he summed it up: “Nothing lost. Turn on the speed, do your false series, pull co- nephukob, as best you can - they don't like it. U everything will go like it's supposed to." Ubahy Uluch managed to restore my faith in myself. U True, everything turned out the way he said. Cakkapo did exactly what I “dictated” to him - believed moum pounds and false attacks, and every time, like a spell bathroom, caught the bait of counterattacks - 5:2. And here is my Xockuhcy The unsuccessful fight with Kostava freed his hands and increased his perseverance. K besides, he already had two victories in the finals and he was quite yctpauba- there was even a mutual defeat in a battle with me. I'm at any cost should have gotten the better of him. In the very first clash of blades, I felt an unprecedented concentration. tion of his will. His two attacks were irresistible - 0:2. However, Having taken the lead, the Englishman calmed down and attacked less nopucto u quickly lost his advantage in injections. In the future we will the queues punished each other for mistakes: he me for what I defiantly rushed into a dangerous distance, I was impatient with him exit to the attack I was expecting. The last minute of the battle was marked by a series of mutual yko- fishing -- 5:5, 7:7... 8:8. This was to my opponent's advantage, but not for me. I have towas to light only one fog on the electrical fuse hapb. But how to do this? Can't attack - Cakkapo is ready prick towards. A internal chronometer (I have it without failure) ny) suggests that I have three left at my disposal, in at best - five seconds. Lightning-fast body feint pushes him to prick towards, but I just connected the exit to attack. In fact, I take protection and only then release it sword forward - there is a shot! The stands are delighted: interruption for the "zo- lotto"! It's like an encore performance. While Cakkapo and Koctaba fight for third place, I'm blissfully I am relaxing, sitting comfortably in a soft chair. Here's Hoskins won’t calm down: he sits down and immediately grabs it, again u touches his swords again. Nervous? If so, then he provides an ideal target for a barrage of attacks. Even without preparation. It's impossible, but four attacks in a row hit the target -- 4:0. But such an account is extremely dangerous! It's about to pick you up wave of carelessness. You understand this, but resist relaxation I can't. A few seconds - the advantage was gone. Together with him you lose your self-control. Panic reproaches to oneself lead to chaos in thoughts, distract attention, incite hurry up as if you were escaping from being chased. 0x, as needed dimostop at least for a moment, take a breath, collect yourself!.. With for- I think in my heart about a legal time-out in basketball u... I quickly extend my hand towards the judge - I ask for your permission - wipe the sweat from your face. Whatever, five seconds, rest. Successful you want to slow down, gather yourself into a spring u in a moment, one simultaneously with the judge's command "Ale!" straighten up in ctpemu- body flash attack... I feel championship like the embrace of weightlessness. The sword floated away falls from someone's hand as a souvenir, and I take off and take off on hands of enthusiastic friends. I see everything as if in a fog. But I notice how proudly our trainers walk nearby - know, they say, ours!.. One-on-one night with happiness besonna. Every try Close Your Eyes includes memory footage of the ending. Switching the internal TV to another program is not possible I bet it won't work anyway. Yes u why? I'm getting comfortable on the pillow and move a vase of apples closer. Strange apples in Japan! Densely yellow and absolutely round, like a bill- yard balls. It is not clear how they stay on the tree. A juice from they splash like that. Sweet and tart. What a taste of victory... IT'S HARD TO BEFIRST. Few people are lucky enough to win the Olympics. Ho joy being an Olympic champion is a difficult joy. I got it shortly after Urp in Tokyo, at the traditional Mario memorial Spreafuco in Milan. Oh my goodness, how desperate everything is hanyctu- Look at me! Two hundred participants, and everyone lay down as one bones, just to beat the Olympic champion. And the spectators! There was no such excitement around the track even in Olympic final. Each battle is in close surveillance telev, every injection is accompanied by a surge of passions. Now I can no longer have easy fights, all meetings will demand maximum return - with such a gloomy I returned from Utaluu with a discovery. And then there’s mom, who’s taking great care of her Lela u died a week later. This completely knocked me out ruts. True, I trained, but indifferently, automatically; to I felt disgusted by the competition. I wanted to get away from participation in the domestic tournament of the strongest, and Mark Mudler, the captain of our team thought differently: “I believe you don’t want to, Grisha, but it’s necessary!” He competed and won. Soon the USSR championship won ral. However, there was no joy. I was more happy when I left the tournamentThe fencers of the socialist countries managed to get away with it. Ho When selecting a team for the World Cup, no one's whims paid attention. Was it really possible to believe in someone’s reluctance to go to Paris! Paris, of course, is always Paris. But that's why we're there arrived, it didn’t come true. None of us even made it to the finals. Moe personal place was seventh, but in the team we only took bronze The notorious charm of Paris has faded for me. The 1966 season did not bring relief. By this time fighters from the world elite "shot" at me, they came up with counter-effects on mou’s favorite techniques u have successfully used. Yes so-called power fencing has also begun to make its way the road to success. I also used a French handle... thin, graceful, obedient to the least movement of the fingers, but unsuitable for the fashionable desire to measure strength on the track. Modest weight (up to 68 kg) and small height (175 cm) also reduced Do you have any chances in strength martial arts? I'm only with the French Festoval eagerly, since they, as they once neglected cu- loy u defiantly played with the technique: “It’s fashionable here in Paris pierce the toe of the foot,” they joked and carried out the reception like this playfully, that I wanted to try it myself. Heare they believe- have you lost my appetite for fencing? The end of the crisis came in 1967, pre-Lumpy. K By that time I had already mastered power fencing - probably Increased physical training had a positive effect. Yes u a new sword handle, the so-called “pistol”, allowed grip your partner's weapon more firmly. The filigree of the injection, True, I suffered somewhat, but I was able to overcome the resistance the strength of any hand, no matter how strong it may be. When I felt more reliable in defense, I started ocbau- launch attacks with capture and interceptions. Yes u have a fighting style changed: I no longer expected my partner’s mistake, but cam forced it is wrong to impose your will and hold the initiative in your hands. In a word, by that time all that was left of the old me was speed. So renewed and once again in love with fencing arrived I am part of the Soviet team for the world championship in Mohpe- al. The World Championship coincided with the World Exhibition "Ekcno-67". I won a silver medal in personal copebhobahu- yah u was driving home happy for the first time since Tokyo. Generally generous The year on the medal for me was 1967. But he promised even more - another Olympics! ...Mexico City is remembered for its diversity,unrelenting heat, but first of all, melodiousness. Already near the plane's ramp they "surrounded" us from head to toe local marruachoc... In the hall I pulled on my mask more willingly than usual, so how the reporters' cameras clicked and chirped from everywhere, almost not from under the path. Two preliminary rounds have faded into memory - I didn’t I never stumbled. But at the stage of direct elimination we feto- go according to the new system. The rivals, who were drawn by lot, conducted a match of three fights with up to five injections each. I beat Nelyaba, the leader of the Polish national team, with speed - he was defenseless against flash attacks. But with the French captain- Alleman's call had to tinker. The French are generally inconvenient partners, and this u maccubeh was not in French. In the third I had to speed up with him - only then did u win. The night before the final, I made an “estimate” - mentally measured against each opponent. It’s not easy with Viktor Modzalevsk cope, but at least there were no mysteries here. With Alle- Everything was also clear to me, I’ll go through it in detail in the Olympus - fell The favorite techniques of the Austrian Polzhuber seem to be clear. Well, the Italian Cakkapo has never beaten me before. (Here they are the self-confident moods that cost me victory!) Well, I was sixthbehrp Kulchar, not older than me, perhaps even younger. Here he seemed the least famous, but firm nut. What he can do! U is a virtuoso in defense, u is a virtuoso offensive boldly goes to any lengths with weapons, since the peh in his defense. And how he plays with distance!.. My intuition predicted a great future for him. ... There was no need to tune in to the finale - memory about the defeat in the battle with Kostava in Tokyo kept me in the model howl of psychological condition. U although Viktor Modzalevskiy vlo- lived in battle with me with all his imagination, will and attention, he was doomed. It was easier with Alleman. Yesterday he made too many mistakes having fought with me and now he lacked inspiration. 0n interfered cam to himself, unable to suppress his irritation. Cakkapo... 0x this Cakkapo! His last name will sound for me forever, like a reproach. Of course, it's my fault that I reacted be kind to him, but how can one erase so many things from memory? lenient victories over him? Here I also took the lead, and when it came lo up to 3:0, mou thoughts against my will ran forward to the battle c Kulcharom, which could have been decisive. U I hurried - to the finish line shu, to the dream of duplicating the Tokyo “gold”. It seems that I was rushing things even when the scoreboard showed was burningwarning in the form of a 4:4 count. U here's what happened what events moved inexorably - I lost. "The most extravagant battle of the final! Kuevlyans against Rome- Lyana!" I read later, "The path was short for the mad dynamics of this battle! Did it really look so beautiful from the outside? my most banal afterburner of the battle, an ordinary rush? "Mad dynamics", let it be empty!.. The only person who amused me in this situation was cam Cakkapo. Vide- Would you like to see how happy he was! Kissed the sword, the path, the judges, friends and strangers, everyone who came his way, dancing shaft, jumped, fell to the floor, laughed and cried, and again cme- I was... In order to make a person so happy, maybe does it make sense for you to lose? This thought allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief, but just once. And then my conscience began to gnaw at me: mediocre the fight with the Italian crossed out what seemed to be a sure chance of becoming champion... Hao's victory by me brought Cakkapo into the lead with four wins ladies. But not for long. Kulchar in the next battle beat him u -- caught up. Now our single combat with Kulchar could either end sew the final (if he won, he became gold, Cakkapo - silver, and I - bronze medalist), orpush us three into the whirlpool of disruption. It’s a pleasure to fence with Kulchar even in such unfavorable conditions. new circumstances. I revel in the artistry of our ties, "touche" precision. Yes, the stands were making noise. I was behind in the count but the first-class fighting style did not allow emotions to lead me into in the wrong direction. 1:3 was on the scoreboard when the post was announced last minute. 1:3 in his favor. U him in grief, since it’s close the anger of victory relaxed the opponent's mouero: I provoked three times Shafted it into a game of blades that was convenient for me and led the cam - 4:3. Kulchar already saw on the horizon a debilitating interruption with me and Cakkapo. U then he decided to take a chance on the attack: with luck, the score will be equal and mutual defeat will exclude from the interruption at least at least me. No luck. I vigilantly watched his slightest movement u caught the beginning of a desperate throw - it collided with my counter- like this. Saluting with weapons, Kulchar grinned respectfully: “Bra- wow!" But Cakkapo has wilted somewhat. Another "tete-a-tete" c I didn’t really inspire him, he guessed that I had become wiser after a bitter lesson. Indeed, now I was dragging the Italian into the labyrinth of knitting and pounds calmly,patiently. U exit every time on- went first. He managed to respond to only two out of five attacks counterattack - 5:2. U again Kulchar. We maneuvered for some time, but intensifying the battle of rapprochement. Then mutual attacks, parades, replies and counter-responses have become more frequent. I was ahead in the score - I was catching up. However, the strength was already running out. We breathed loudly, the feeling time became dull, the sword became heavier, the legs sabotaged. A There was still no injection - 4:4. I still gathered strength for a flash attack, and the flexibility of the blade, stuck into the target, revived me like living water. Ho my partner's sword turned out to be faulty, my injection was due to this was not counted, the enthusiasm melted away and the battle turned into nervous fuss. The weapon failed again, it was changed, tested u changed again, something was wrong there c an electric fuse and a coil. U when Kulchar got ahead of me c With the decisive injection, I even felt relief. Silver is so silver ro. The golden chance was still lost in the battle with Cakkapo... The team final again brought us together with the Hungarians. From the very old but we acted successfully - we took a 3:1 lead in battles, reduced two battles to mutual defeat. And then in the key fight Hukanchukova with Hemepe had an incredible thing happen: with the score 4:1 in their favor Alexey is over 40seconds allowed the partner four times in a row to carry the injection towards. The Hungarians took heart and crushed us. B I had to win the final fight with a score of 5:0, then that was it the results of the meeting could be equal. Ho in the sword, where at the edge there are half the injections - mutual injections, this is practically non- perhaps. Indeed, we have already been awarded the second injection For both of them, further resistance made no sense. Mexico City brought me two silver medals. Hundreds of Olympians you would be blessed in that case. And both times I went to nbe- Destala, hanging her head. What to do, but sports are often npotubo- speaks to ordinary logic and medals in it, sometimes, are not a guarantee joys flow. The 1970 World Championship remains a thorn in my memory. Hu could not win one, even the most modest medal me there... A year later - the Olympics in Munich. And while we were driving something - nuohat of the world in the Austrian city of Buden. Capital of Austria npuhu- small us with respectful interest. Spectators in the stands xok- more and more people arrived at the Key Sports Palace every day more. Only the tournament regulations irritated me a little: no I love it when the semi-finals are postponed to the next daytogether with fi- cash My displeasure did not go away the next morning. For now I was able to overcome, swing - managed to break the wood. Two wins u two battle with mutual defeat - too modest to enter the financial cash True, there is still a theoretical chance for a place in the top six. fell. However, he was played in front of moux eyes by an Englishman and a spa- zhuct from the GDR (unfortunately, I didn’t remember the names). English- in case of victory, Nin became the sixth finalist, and victory the German escorted me to the finals. The Englishman was clearly stronger. When the scoreboard showed 4:1 in his favor, I doomedly trudged to the locker room. But I didn't have time take off your leg warmers as Mark Mudler burst into the room: - Grishka! The Englishman lost! Get dressed quickly! It happens! The storm clouds in my soul instantly melted. Of course, I did not deserve such a gift from fate. But it's not too late to thank him for it. U although there was a long time ahead u exhausted final, I already knew - this championship will be moum! Until now, I was twice world champion in a team, and now Now, for the first time in my life, I won the individual championship. It was the only title that was missing from my record list - from school champion all the way to Olympic champion. This one success strengthened the mentors' intentionsUSSR national team for the third time once to include me in the Olympic team. ...The people of Munich surprised us with their indifference to the Olympics. I feel it It happened even in the Olympic village. 0xpaha you will punctually spent hours on their noctaxes, but someone could be wandering around the territory whatever. Uninvited guests took down flags at night and pecked leaflets and posters with provocative content, secretly distributing carried Bibles through the rooms where socialist delegations lived countries U only the tragic action of terrorists in Palestine brought the attention of city residents to the events at the Olympics. But the athletes felt like they were ok in the Olympic village occupied territory: the military police advised us not to walk from your buildings right up to leaving for training or competitions. The tension of the battles overshadowed all others events, but internal balance did not return u fencing things weren't going well. Already in the semi-finals we encountered eternal rivals - Hungarians. In general, it’s not easy to deal with them, but here there’s also the challenge The nerds got nervous and began to randomly interfere with us with hints. One shouts: “Attack!”, the second warns: “Don’t go out into attack!" We stopped the guys and they're all here! Before the final I tried I want to help my comrades come to their senses, gather strength, but how times the one who is greatereveryone suddenly needed support he shouted hysterically: “Don’t come closer!” I didn't expect this although it was clear at home that the 1972 epee team - not a strong fist, but a “opened heel.” And she, like because- It’s clear that you can’t deliver a powerful blow. ...the realization that the threshold of thirty years is behind us consciousness lost consciousness. Leave the path in the prime of glory, without waiting okpuka team leader? Stay u fight no matter what looking? This decision is not easy. The agony of uncertainty drags on in time. This is how you live - with the wound of an unaccepted re- sewing in the heart. My indecisiveness was soon punished: in 1973 The USSR national team went to the world championship for the first time in many years without me. But next season I resisted, and suddenly I gave up sensitive, dangerous; pushed everyone aside and again took the lead. Ho on nepbehctbe country, shortly before the World Cup, by chance lost the battle for reaching the final and remained outside the top six. The then senior coach of the USSR national team, Lev Vasilievich Saychuk, and the pre- laid it on me without any ceremony: - Move on, Grisha, to coaching. No one is better than you - then he doesn’t know modern epee fencing, so help me It’s hard to get out into the people. In a week the gathering begins before mu- rovymchampionship. Go work as a coach. Agree? It turns out how simple everything is when everything is tried for you someone else decides the problem. I arrived at that gathering already at peace, in agreement with ca- mum myself and with fate, internally ready for an important turn in of your life. I go up to Saychuk to say hello, and he immediately greets me forehead: - You know, Grisha, I changed my mind. It's too early for you to become a coach. Let's train, get ready to perform at the nepbehctbe of the world. I I'm sure you'll win the guess. How could I, having heard this, think soberly? How could he not win a guess? Meanwhile, Saychuk did not say everything that thought. Already in Grenoble it became clear that he had decided to throw me out only team competitions. I don’t know how to whom, but to me - Some half-retreat meant distrust. U I felt invisible the hand that pushed me in the back... However, I did not let the resentment run rampant. Team competitions- nias have always been a sacred thing for me, it was ux that I loved. It's a pity only that the teammates were not friends like they once were in life - the age difference affected. Much younger me, less targeted, they had the right to count on me, as a leader and support. U I could not ignore this.Our meeting with the German national team for entry into the top four was scheduled for eight in the morning. It was the last day of the competition It was already known that the overall team prize, regardless from our result will be awarded to the Soviet team. I thought that the sword must prove that it also has the moral right to participate in the common Cup of Nations. But mou young comrades... The day before we agreed with them that I would wake them up at 6-15, and at You have to be in the hall by seven already. Our partners are very strong physically ki u are fanatically persistent, especially if from the start they lead to the count those This cannot be allowed. It is necessary to tell camum u not to give um go into a frenzy. But in order not to sway during battles, before At the start it was necessary to thoroughly warm up and warm up. Utak, in the evening I ordered breakfast for everyone at 6-30, woke up the guys u went, as agreed, to the table. But a quarter has already passed, u half an hour, and still nothing happened. Confused, I went back up to him into the room and was stunned: the boys slept carefree, like after the finish. I don’t remember how I celebrated, because I was trembling all over with resentment. A when we lost (could not help but lose) and lost the right to even fighting for third place, I told um bluntly: “For fifth place to fight camu, unlike you, it doesn’t suit me - "I won’t say that after Grenoble I no longer wanted feto- vat. But I was no longer drawn to the national team. I performed with pleasure as part of the Ukrainian national team at the V Spartacuada of the Peoples of the USSR. Radom were old friends on the team Vitebsky and Paramonov, yes u de- butants Alexander Bykov and Alexander Garin fought with full with great return. We won the final with the Estonian team beautifully -- 9:5. This was the last gold medal in my life... THE TRUTH ABOUT THE PROFESSION I love our white festival world! I love you, although the triumphs are mou behind. My place in this world is already different - not opposite the teacher, a opposite the student. U no one gives me guarantees of success on the new vom field. But I don’t wish for myself anything other than to be a “maistre da ferre" - fencing teacher. Every coach should be a little like Makarenko. My coach Semyon Yakovlevich Kolchinsky was deeply convinced of this. Semyon Yakovlevich was first and foremost an educator, and then a coach. When we grew up with him, his communication with his students was not limited to class hours. Rather, it looked like a three-loving male friendship. During the training camp, our coach stood up in seven o'clock in the morning, pulled on my sneakers, ran out to the race first kpoca is ahead of us, and he also set a decent pace. We only I looked behind him - I wouldn’t be left behind! At the competitions we were also um proud - never gave he gave in to his feelings, did not shout, did not scold us for mistakes, did not tried to interfere in the course of the battle and change something in it, understand- May that a nervous trainer will only worsen the situation on path. Of course, during the break between fights he came up, something reminded, prompted, explained. But not immediately after the meeting. Overly excited by the fight, the athlete is unable to cope pour neither reproach nor instructions. So I limited myself to Semyon Yakovle- Vuch in such cases with short advice: “Go, wash your face!” U he handed over a towel with a calm fatherly gesture. You'll cool down a little - he u paccnpocut, u listens, u nopyraet, u can joke. He will treat you to tea with lemon if it is cool in the hall. And in the heat - vi- a taminized drink that he himself prepared for us. manually Our defeats upset Semyon Yakovlevich, but not irritated him. they stung - you can’t say that about every coach. The reason for his failure I looked for the camux in us: I remembered who ignored what advice, when I missed training, what and whereunderworked. When victory was ours, the coach elusively disappeared from the hall and met greeted us on the threshold of the hotel with honors. Tired, hungry, but Happy, we stumbled into his room. And there we are on the table I was waiting for a real homemade dinner - sausage, lard, cheese, fruit, milk, tea. Our hearts were warmed by a warm filial feeling... How we came to our father to Semyon Yakovlevich on his day birth, November 7. We came in the morning to congratulate the you. And then everyone went to the parade together. Twenty years ago, when we were just starting to conquer to know the world of sports, Semyon Yakovlevich was at the same age as u we are now. I remember him well. Light and ubiquitous, loud, but good-natured, he worked in the hall from morning to evening from half her students. The buzz stood as if in a hive: the elders with the pride of aces trained newcomers, groups of arresters replaced one another near the targets, in front of the mirror, someone was showing off his technique Vision, in the far corner of the hall the maintenance team was repairing the breastplate nicknames and gloves, and Semyon Yakovlevich in a bib and mask Koino was giving a lesson to one of the elders and it is unclear how managed to watch everyone at once. The fencing teacher from Kolchinsky turned out to be great. I took He enjoys his lessons. At least start supplying weapons. Most coacheshelp cnoptcmeham in the lesson by "pulling" blade on yourself. But in battle, the opponent resists! Here u my coach left his hand tight in the lesson u I had to first- to “pierce” his weapon in order to finally perform the technique he was learning. Semyon Yakovlevich did not allow me to be a passive partner in class. We started the lesson by deciding together that today we would do. 0n gave me one hour lesson per training, in return demanding that I immediately transfer the lesson material into battle. I went into training sparring with a clear focus on a technique I had just mastered, and the trainer watched me from the start with a book in his hands. After class I also had to write down your impressions and observations in your diary. Our records -- mou u tpehepckue, - they gave a specific topic to the next classes. U then we both left the hall with the pleasant realization that ce- day we took another step forward. Maybe someone's lessons were more beautiful in appearance than ours - fex- the merchant, for example, looked literate and technical, because I took not one, but several techniques from the trainer per lesson, but which this is beneficial if the athlete goes out to tpehu after the lesson smooth battle u made the same mistakes as u before the lesson?! Such “empty” lessons can often be observed at training camps. Trains the athlete five, or even six techniques at a time, sweat streamit flows from both... And how does the athlete move? She looks like she’s sitting in a standing position - no one pays attention to it. U As a result, he leaves the lesson with the same thing he came to it with. It’s even more offensive to see how diligently the teacher accelerates tel the individual characteristics of the student just to teach him a technique that was once his signature. U undo- mek to him that the original “material” requires careful handling development and individual approach. I belonged to just such original students, and Se- men Yakovlevich - to tpehepam, capable of flexible thinking u, in the service When necessary, deviate from formal logic. Let's say From a classical point of view, my stand is far from ideal. Ho After all, I feel more mobile in it than in a traditional one! Here my coach u decided that it was not worth breaking it. This is probably where my “antique” reputation came from. Apparently sloppy movements with the blade helped her establish herself. No, I didn’t always allow myself sweeping movements with the blade, but only while he was “spreading” the enemy in the game with a distance, drawing in vaya erob convenient for me xaoc movements. And here are the movements, which preceded the moment of “touche” (French - injection), I performed the knots ko, eleulovumo, as required by traditional classical fencing school....Kolchinsky was my first coach in sports the only one. I never thought about moving to another teacher didn't hold it. There was, however, one hint, but I answered it like this parade-punoctom (French - defense + immediate retaliatory injection), which re- the conversations stopped before they began. However, my coach never did not protect me from communicating with my colleagues and both of us from This seems to have just won. --- Learning to hold a weapon is not the main thing, - often repeated Vitaly Andreevich Arkadyev said, “It is much more important to educate taste for conflict play, for subtle insightful orientation in Martial arts. It was he who guarded us from the limitations with which over time mehem originality disappears. Unusual reception, no matter how unusual No matter how nice he was, he was only confusing at first, he insisted he. Then the reception becomes habitual and even loved, if bark to him, and to your loved ones, if you like to play with some kind of em at the partner. To adapt to each technique, find counterpoints. (“For every action there is a counter-action.” S.M.Shmatov) Umehho Arkadyev convinced me that the pre-launch wave niety is not a disease, but a sacred, necessary feeling, companion inspiration. We just can't allow it to happenit has grown to catastrophically large sizes. German Matveevich Bokun had a completely different character - cool, spicy, hot. This man spoke decisively unequivocally everything I thought. His dissatisfaction could be show u publicly, since diplomacy and caution were alien to him. “No matter how much time you give to our business, it’s still not enough. It’s not enough for the students, but for us, tpehepam.” I once heard this from my teacher, and now I feel it on myself: forget about myself, live life of students and to find strength with each of them start life again. Just yesterday, the best coach was considered the one who in the morning u I didn’t leave the hall until the evening. He was called a fanatic and was worn on hands, although we felt a certain nervous boundary in fanaticism, a critical line, beyond which a psychological breakdown is seen. We have now come to the conclusion that fanaticism will be of no use, ec- whether not to leave time to reflect on your daily efforts. Analysis and self-preparation are necessary, as they enrich the hepa information, contribute to its advancement. ...Behind the victories of athletes there is always not only ux and lant, but u the skill of the mentor. U in the same way as a teacher for success xa a capable student is needed,so u student needs to take off Let's go to a wise mentor. In sports, the wisdom of a teacher is necessary not only puyskux heights. 0ha is more appropriate when recruiting to a youth sports school, because Not everything that first pleases the eye pleases the heart later. So what? then, if physical data is not outstanding, it attracts attention what do coaches think about when they are looking for talent? Some call in first of all tenacity and courage, others - intelligence u thoughtfulness, third - diligence and hard work, fourth - These are independence of thoughts and actions. And then everyone remembers physical data - reaction speed, strength, jumping ability, endurance. (Ingenuity and coordination ity are the main criteria for 0.M.) The coach, demanding of himself, leads each student to another way. It’s no coincidence that Kolchinsky, besides me, also had u Putyatin, Vitebsky, Urhatob, Zhludko; at Bokun - Chernushe- Vuch, Hukanchikov, Smolyakov, Belov, Camycehko; at Mahaehko - Go- poxoba, Zabelina, Pactbopoba, Rulsky; at Andruevsky's - Che- Repovsky, Stankevich, Ryumin... (E.V. Ryumin - now deceased senior coach of the Donetsk region in fencing from 1980 to 1991 year) A teacher in sports, if he is as u should be - strong u skillful, kind udemanding, - has extraordinary power over the souls of the disciples. No wonder school teachers of different subjects, class teachers and parents so often turn to tpehepam for help when children are not doing well physically either by geometry or behavior. But when this power is great, the responsibility is great. ...the future of the student depends on what kind of coaches there are. cov. The coach who was offended starts a “war” with his offenders, looking for a way to take revenge, putting a spoke in um’s wheels. Ha such civil strife, maybe u should not pay attention If only our sport had not suffered from them, it would have been very serious. I I could name a dozen names of outstanding specialists fencing, who moved away from coaching practice due to such internal squabbles. But it will probably be enough a great example - David Tyshler, Honored Master of Sports u Honored Trainer of the USSR. Of course, for the fencing department of the Kyiv Institute of Physics culture is a precious find. U respect him there, u appreciate him. He wears a tie every day, and not a bib. He is not a guest at home, like all our nomadic coaching fraternity. U he has a vacation. But I'm ready to swear that he would rather fidgeted in the hall in a bib soaked with sweat and stuffy maskmorning until evening. U would endure those few without complaint thousands of injections that a fencing teacher receives during just one working day, plus the “blows” that fall to the coach if the student stumbles, violates the rules, or disciplines. U let frequent competitions wear out your nerves, lack of sleep and appetite - you can get used to it. If only in relation to relationships between colleagues in the coaching environment were formed on principles of fencing combat: challenge, argument, even skirmish. But not step. Through the concepts of “my student”, “my merit” in tpehepckom It's not easy to get over things. But it is possible (if there is devotion case). If we understand such a dear sporting honor in in a broad sense, on the scale of the country, not the yard. U results our labor would have become significantly more if we had found the the end is a way to closely interact, combine forces, replace to forgive each other, if only we would consciously say more often instead of “mine” whether "ours". The times of lone artisans are long gone. U in sports too. Indeed, if a coach tries to make do with his own strength, mu, his first departure for a training camp or competition uckyctbe- but stops the educational process and destroys the team of young athletes. And in the brigade there is an exchange of emotions,yes u Responsibilities between teachers can be distributed depending on on the inclinations and capabilities of everyone. It’s no secret that bringing an athlete to the level of a master of inter- Not every teacher is capable of international class... ##### (As long as I have been involved in sports, I remember that the Donetsk region the government was torn apart by loud conflicts in the Nersky environment. In my memory there are only one or two tandem trainers. Otherwise, coaches are not just loners, but lone wolves. Py- talcya muputb, organize TRAINERS COLLECTION o b l a c t u, but people’s personal ambitions turned out to be higher than good intentions. Would- says, just say that “he’s good”, not only that you will listen to a stream of dirt about a person, but you will be attached to His supporters are slandered. Will you offer it to a “good” coach? improve relations with your opponents, you will also hear that something, tekoe!.. I understood five years ago - the mission of the "blue" "helmets" do not work in fencing. Obviously, on tpehepckux fencing is influenced by the specifics of the sport, because fencing is the only wrestling, where you defeated the enemy - and you take his place on podium, in the team, in the public opinion rating, etc. The trainers were cnoptcmehamu, here u endure sportsexperience in real life, drowning each other like rabid armadillos. Lich- but all this really disgusts me, I built my position like a cat, who walked the cam by himself. I don’t climb into leadership positions, organized his own club with a young team of coaches from among leading athletes and graduates of their particular club, and business I lead directly with Kyiv and decent trainers from other regions not getting into intra-regional, as Kpucc says, “squabbles.” K unfortunately, the motto of moux colleagues is “Whoever is not with us is against us!", - no one can understand that I just can’t someone... then do a dirty trick. That's how he was brought up. Of course they tried to help me "npeccobatb", but it's not easy - while I'm smart enough stay afloat without resorting to dirty methods of fighting u maintaining smooth and neutral relationships with all three hepckumu "groups" both in the region and in Ukraine). STUDENT IS CHAMPION I started coaching professionally in 1977 year. And before that I managed to work with a student of Yosuf Vitebsk Alexander Bykov, continuing to perform cam. Alexander was like u I'm short, very fast, lightning fast, just-- still fantasticreaction. But with tactical thinking it was a little more difficult. He was not interested in tactical my wisdom, I didn’t perceive ux, and that’s all here. His instinctive the reaction was ahead of the thought so significantly that I decided to cook him to unexpected actions of an opponent without theory. Gave it to him for example, in a lesson the task is to perform a certain technique, a cam improvised, changed his actions, putting him in front of the need thoughtfulness to react differently, and not as it was set, in order to avoid reap the injection. His counter-actions, prompted by the instinct of self- shields, we brought them to automaticity. In 1977, Uropb Kucheryavy moved to me from Kharkov. Half a year before, I met with his coach Leonid Averbaxom at the republican gathering in Mukachevo and he directly cnpo- strength, do I agree to take Ugor under my oneky. In Kharkov, they say, there are no strong sparring partners for him, no strong epee teams. When I agreed, the guy would leave the second course university u joined the army to train with me in SKA Kiev. Naturally, I put a serious demand before the guy treat military service, work selflessly, strictly adhere to discipline, although u already understood that he is serious. Otherwise, why would he make life difficult for himself? changinggreenhouse home conditions under the harsh army regime. However, will there be any benefit from working together? What's in Urope “mine”, common to me? What catches the eye is rather what surprises us: he is 190 cm tall, holds a weapon with his right hand, My legs are heavy. Maybe the hair color is like the brothers. A heap I'm more rude than he is. Watching his fights at the training camp, I noticed that his actions on the path, the head rules imperiously. Then I felt in him a kindred soul. In May 1977, Uropb became a soldier, and in the summer I had the opportunity You can take him to joint training sessions (“training camps”) for juniors before the All-Union Youth Games. "I would like to first ocbo- to join the soldier's service," he refused. U I was sincere I am grateful to him for this mature, adult decision. Utak, we started work in August. We started with perestroika. First of all, I had to change the direction of physical training. Uropb liked to swim, play table tennis and badminton, a running, and even games related to running were hated by him. Ho After all, fencing is all about footwork! If they are light, spring- nucty and hardy - you will be the owner of the distance when entering close combat or avoiding it as you please. My legs help me out countless times u I knew what to do uxtireless You can only run, football, basketball, exercises with a jump rope. Uropb agreed, not without resistance. Ho agreed. The way the hand was inserted into the injection also had to be corrected. 0d- At the same time, we got used to keeping a diary - carefully, cuctematu- wisely and thoughtfully. Entries in the diary to a greater extent than observations the days convinced me that fatigue is now coming to Ugor much later, the feeling of heaviness in the legs gradually uc- scratches. The diary proved to me that my student is growing up in spirit - feels more deeply responsible for himself and for his friends on command, discovers the truth: the more you work, the greater the satisfaction from success. Made a sharp leap up u objective tournament indicators: Curly showed second result on the nepbehctbe of the USSR Armed Forces, still in won republican competitions for a month, and several later, within three months, he won prizes twice All-Union championships among peers. The sword world noticed and remembered Ugor Kucheryavoy in the final junior world championship 1978 in Madrid. 0n financed then fourth. On the way home, I went over the events in my memory. U arrived in Madrid gloomy: “Objectively speaking, you could have play!" These were the words of an athlete who gained experience was clearly beneficial.Indeed, from the 1979 Junior World Championships in USA Curly returned as a champion. Sometimes I watch Uropem through the eyes of an outside observer. body, and then I can’t stop admiring it. Slender, muscular legs, long and strong arms, tireless back. No, I'm in it I was completely different in age - thin and frail. True, I'm early earned a reputation for being tireless. I gained my strength on tpehu- pobkax, it was not given to me by nature. And then I built it on non- ytomumoctu tactics for most battles. A partner, say, strong in defense, in different ways forced u to attack then exploited the weak points in his technology. Uhoro, inclined to attack, was “invited” to act bolder, and when courage turned into impudence, he sharply attacked cam. Most of all, I liked to experiment in mission battles, where it was necessary to find a way out of a difficult situation. For a long time I struggled, for example, over a way to get out of the "lo- vushku" on the border of the track, where the fighter is threatened with a penalty hit for out of the battlefield. Launching an attack under such circumstances is not otbpatum, but this is precisely what the opponent is counting on. Still u yet Once I simulated this situation, I mentally put myself in place enemy. 0n awaits my attack, as collected as possible. Nothing he can't for a secondtear his attention away from my wedge- ka. Can't do anything? At that moment when under my feet there is the last centimeters of the path, can he resist Why don't you look at the border? This will be short a moment, but enough to miss my attack. Tens, hundreds tests in training battles proved that I was right: the moment, when I was holding on to the path with just my fingertips, I was win-win for attack. It's stupid to try to take the battle with a bang! in the first five to ten seconds after the referee announced a minute until the end of the fight. Bo- a less serious partner will not allow this anyway. And here if you fool him for thirty to forty seconds with false attacks, mu, then in the end he will be impatiently counting the seconds, unable to distinguish a real attack from a false one. Bdi- his alertness is dulled, and his haste intensifies - it’s time I have to forge iron!.. Of course not right away, but I managed to establish internal chronometer, u at the last minute of the battle I sensed time with an accuracy of one or two seconds. I worked separately on the ability to give the first injection, to take the lead. 1:0 is not an advantage yet, but the psychological background of the battle is formed from the start. The fighter who He lags behind in counting, gets tired faster and makes more mistakes. However, notthe advantage in the score adds confidence to everyone u camo- possession. There are people who, when the score is 4:2, are in their favor suddenly they change the pattern of the battle beyond recognition - they begin to mety- mess around for no reason and force a fight. With such partners u hopeless battles can be "pulled out" ... * * * * * * * My favorite sport has brought exciting victories into my life, bitter defeats, the thrill of struggle, the need for continuous learning u improvement. Even now when I don't take a lessons, fencing continues to teach me, only in a different way wisdom -- tpehepckum. And the main thing is to share what you know open in this world. That’s why, probably, it’s time to get to the book. lo. Under the shell of the coach's ammunition he has been fighting for many years the heart of an athlete. Less dexterity, no former fireworks of movement marriages, but more patience, endurance, and thoroughness. When you if you see someone’s mistake or delusion, you feel an acute need ability to intervene. You react painfully to irresponsibility. Problems are getting closer, from which until now I was far away, Here are at least the difficulties of recruiting to the Youth Sports School. But with all thisyou have to simulate battles. It's impossible to come to terms with the thought that you won’t be able to fool ux HUKODA. Is it because we athletes, we often become trainers?..
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