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All his life my grandfather strove towards things natural, simple and real. It was probably for this reason that he loved horses. He understood that it's easier to transform an illness than to heal it, and his horses were always pure, fulfilling and well­groomed. He had a sharp village wit towards everything: to the qualities of people, towards his understanding of the circus and in his knowledge of horses. He taught a monkey to perform tricks. In a month and a half he taught a homeless dog found at a market to do somersaults and walk on its front and hind legs. In short, to bring out all the God-given abilities which a dog has. And many of these animals, wagging their tails, had the  opportunity to see the astonishing streets of New York or Paris.

 

My grandfather had one system - work. For 50 years, day after day, he appeared at the training ring at six in the morning and only at seven at night did he bid the horses good night. I at once understood how difficult it was to train animals. I slept by the training ring and also rose each morning, not without my grandfather's help, at six. His first word was always "rehearse." We had breakfast and I rehearsed and rehearsed and rehearsed. My grandfather taught me how to work.

 

At the end of August, after three months of "rest," I returned home full of memories of the circus. I was like a wrung-out lemon but I already felt that I would be a juggler.

 

It's ten minutes before ten. Coming up to the circus I see our Russian wolfhounds running merrily on the new-fallen snow. The circus in the morning looks quiet and half asleep. In a few windows the lights are still burning. I walk into the hall and right away start to rehearse.

 

In the circus school or in the studios I often hear a teacher tell a student: "Stand up straight." It's not possible to stand straight if your back is bent. It's impossible to walk evenly if you're twisted; it's impossible to correct the posture of the neck or shoulders if the vertebrae are held crookedly. All of these problems will themselves disappear if every day before rehearsing you take a ballet class and believe in "the golden mean." For the first half-year a teacher is necessary. After that it is absolutely essential to rehearse in front of a mirror. This work com­pletes the process of warming up the muscles. They prepare them-selves after stretching in the morning. There appears a "feeling of the body" and of yourself in space. The record spins on the turntable and you feel the rhythm and quality of the music; something indispensable to the juggler.

 

In the four years of my best technical juggling I practiced ballet every day. If the classes went well then my overall body tone and vigour rose. I could sense an overall lightness and a readiness to rehearse. The productivity of a rehearsal depends not only on the rehearsal itself but also on the ability to prepare the entire body down to the smallest cell in it. A half-hour rest. Juice, fruits and nuts - and once again I go back into the ring.

 

The second year at the State Circus School. I'm now in the juggling group, in all honesty by chance. During the entire first year I had problems with my legs and it was clear that I wouldn't make an acrobat. "Where will you go?" asked everyone. "Into juggling."             

 

The routine weekdays of school life began. Teachers and trainers thought for us and our heads were used for balances and to balance balls. With real emotions we studied our abilities and everything we saw, and we absorbed it as if drinking it in; accumulating it in the prospect of appearing, in four years time, on the stages of the student circus. While I was not yet among the jugglers but still in the company of acrobats, I found I was the worst in the class. My legs always hurt and I wondered why had I dreamed of being an acrobat. It was necessary as soon as possible to re-assess my future. An enormous amount of time spent practicing during summers and on holidays had come to naught. I knew what the results of the assessors would be, but nevertheless, when I heard the negative results I was very disappointed at having lost my dreams.

 

As "greenhorns" the instructors had told us "it's difficult to tell what's wheat and what's chaff." Now the second year is finished.

Sergei Ignatov with five ring pancakes in 1975.

Sergei Ignatov with five ring pancakes in 1975.

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