Page 15 Summer 1993
Ignatov
Says Nothing Is Certain But His Daughter
Sergei
Ignatov, who performed this spring with the Althoff Circus, has been
back in Germany
for the past three years, and likes it! Born in Chemnitz in the former
East Germany, he likes the German way of life. He likes to go to the
museums in Dresden and Munich, enjoying especially works by Lucas
Cranach, Peter Paul Rubens and Albrecht Durer. Besides that, he loves
classical music by Chopin and Bach. He said, "With juggling, I
want to come closer to that music. In that respect, there is still a
lot for me to do."
Last
year, Ignatov performed in the Tigerpalast in Frankfurt. "I am
very happy that Althoff allowed me to take time off for that," he
said. "I got the chance to perform alone there for
the very first time."
The
spot was small, though, surrounded by tables on all sides. "It
was very hard because people were so close," he said.
Nevertheless, for three months he performed twice a night, doing nine
rings and five club back crosses.
Will
Ignatov remain in Germany after his job with Circus Althoff is done?
"I don't know," he responded. There is a possibility that he
could stay with the Moscow Circus and retire soon after 25 years, when
he can get a pension. But he said, "I will stop performing when I
notice that I am not among the world's best jugglers anymore. I am 43
now."
He
does have some definite plans - plans with Katja, his 14year-old
daughter, who began juggling two years ago. Her trainer, of course, is
Sergei Ignatov.
Katja
and his wife, Marina, are with him on tour. Marina dances ballet on
tight rope without a net and safety-belt. Katja is a beautiful, tall
teenager, fluent in English. In Moscow, she is in the ninth grade and
practices juggling four hours a day.
Her
father said proudly, "Katja already does five balls. In some
years she will be very good. She got my brain in her head."
Does
Katja think she will be as famous as her father? She paused, then
said, "It will be a lot of work." |
Sergei Ignatov supervises training for his daughter, Katja. |
JUGGLER
IN BERLIN, 1990
Chartreuse
balls bounce against the ceiling of falling night, touch the juggler's
forehead and nose, pop like lottery balls off his hands into the space
beyond his bristled yellow hair. Orbiting
discs fly against the black costume dazzle his chest with light. his
white hands recede like sound at a distance. The balls hold us riveted
at the edge of the broad green lawn which leads to the open Wall. Lynore Banchoff Providence, Rhode Island |