G. P. Stamatov

Many still remember his soldierly figure: in winter with a black coat and a black soft hat, in summer - always with a white jacket, an open a la Byron shirt, dark blue trousers and a white straw hat. In bad weather, an umbrella hangs from his elbow. Most often, in one hand hangs a net in which he takes home a loaf of bread or biscuits. He was usually thoughtful, absorbed in himself. His eyes were lost under thick eyebrows. But when they focused on someone - they did deep dissections, doubted everything, looked for secrets and truths. Concentration did not prevent him from being polite to every acquaintance he met. If not with a joke, with a touch of two fingers to the brim of his hat - he greeted them politely. Even children! An expression of attentive attitude towards a person, a sign of a lively attitude towards the world around him! And outwardly he looked gloomy, indifferent, even proud and haughty towards everything around him. He rarely walked the streets. Usually he passed them to go to an acquaintance for a conversation or to some of the capital's cafes. In his last years, he especially often stayed in the editorial office of "Vestnik na zhenata" or with Nikolay Liliev at the National Theater.