My father

Alexander Victorovitch Malakhov

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    Font1m.jpg (2704 bytes)y father was a clerk in the Belarussian society for cultural relations with foreign compatriots in Europe. His mom Maria Pavlovna lived in Minsk also and we visited her often I called her Baba Musya. His father, a howitzer gunner, was killed in WW2 so I didn�t know anything about him. My father was a very talented man. He played on guitar, piano, accordion and sax, making jewellery work (such as fumed oak cross with malachite and amber, and reproduction of old order), painting, was a professional photographer, participating in ballroom dancing competitions.

    As musician he start playing in army orchestra and lately played a lot for chorus (immigrants) during his official journey to Austria, Belgium and France. During one trip to Belgium someone presented him a beautiful Spanish guitar with incredible sound and he went to music school (in his 40 years) to learn playing. And after 3 years he played virtuously.

    When I was a child, father often took me to his friend's (Krasovsky painer) art studio where their exchanging the paining trips and paintings.

    In his 50-th he began interested in ballroom dancing. After several years of learning he took the 3-rd place in an ex-USSR cup. My mom and me do not pay attention on my father�s dancing enthusiasm and it quite distressed him. Only after nine years his dance career I came to the dance coaching with him and enjoy those beautiful atmosphere of sport called ballroom dancing. He start trained me for himself. I asked him why he don�t teach others yet, but he always said: I should dance myself till my legs are moving. I�ll began to teach only after I�ll not be able to participate in competitions.

My father died one year latter in the age of 59 never seen my first appearance in public on the dancing competition where I took first place. He didn�t return from dance training one evening and near midnight police called and asked us to identify the body. No one could tell us what truly happened with him. The medics said that it was the hart attack. I don�t trust them. My father hadn�t any heart problems at all his life. Now I�m trying to continue his undertakings in dancing but it�ll take a years before I�ll start dancing like him.

 

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