![]() ![]() Although large, it is an undistinguished, rectangular, offwhite, four-storey building, the paint peeling off the facade. It is easy to pass by 6 Valdemara Street in Riga without a second glance. a close-up,' he wrote towards the end of his life. ![]() A bough of white lilac spilled through the window of the room, its flowers and greenįoliage cutting across a ray of sunshine above his head. The child Sergei was lying in a small, white bed. ![]() As it was, back in Riga, Sergei MikhailovichĮisenstein arrived three weeks early, on January 23, 1898, having absorbed, in the womb, a love of gunshots and orchestras.Ī couple of years later, the family was again holidaying at Majorenhof. Yulia Ivanovna was terrified and almost gave birth prematurely. Yulia's husband, Mikhail Osipovich Eisenstein, grabbed his revolver in an attempt to restore order. The guests at the dacha had had far too much to drink that evening. Yulia Ivanovna Eisenstein was seven month's pregnant. You will encounter descriptions of my childhood - for theĪn orchestra was playing at the summer resort of Majorenhof, on the coast just outside Riga. Nor any of the horrors of struggling for existence. I had no experience of poverty or deprivation in childhood, ![]()
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