"Boris (I'm not certain of his first name)
Shtsherbakov was involved with a traveling troupe and
played Yiddish theatre in Bessarabia and a few cities in
Minsk Gubernia. The troupe consisted of twenty actors,
among them was Jacob Weislitz. The repertoire consisted
of Abraham Goldfaden's and from Max Gabel's plays,
however the best of the repertoire was 'Mirele efros.'
In the troupe were his wife
and a daughter, whom always played the main roles. Each
time his wife Shtsherbakov played 'Mirele Efros' he came
onto the stage and gave a speech about his wife and her
role. This is what he said, 'My wife has a great talent.
She is the one and only who has the right to play the
role of Mirele Efros. My wife is a fantastic actress,
but Ester Rokhl Kaminski has better luck...'
Shtsherbakov, who was more
inebriated than sober, was the director, actor,
playwright, producer and choir master... The troupe
played in public markets, however when he had to pay his
hungry actors he was broke. The troupe was literally
starving. Whenever they came to him for a few rubles he
was abusive and poured cold water on them. He yelled at
the actors and said to them: 'You can't threaten me with
a strike. I, my wife and my daughter, can perform
Yiddish theatre on our own without you.'
Zygmunt Turkow characterizes
him this way:
"Other veterans,
including myself, used to spend his time keeping company
with an original 'type,' one of the most familiar
provincial directors of the Yiddish stage in Russia,
Shtsherbakov. About this very same, we used to tell one
another jokes and curiosities about Shtsherbakov. This
made him even more popular than his devotion to the
Yiddish theatre itself. For us it was relaxing to spend
time together in his company, especially because he was
an impressive story teller and improviser. He used to
amuse the listeners with his carryings on, the pranks he
used to fling at his audience. At the same time he used
to drink one glassful of whiskey after another, and it
showed that this thin, weak, little person could take on
the entire entourage of his profession and not become
drunk. True, the tongue he used would get stuck on a
word, but he used to overcome the dryness in his throat
and wet it with a fresh glassful of whiskey..."
He used to blame the
audience or 'the highbrow public,' as he used to call
them for his tearful destiny and his pitifully sleepy
life. When I read Sholem Aleichem's 'Wandering Stars,' I
imagined that no one other than Shtsherbakov could have
served him as a role model for his character. His whole
role as a martyr for the Yiddish acting world could be
observed on his face and all of his sorrow came out in
his speech. He claimed that he gave the 'best of his
years' to his audience. He gave his tears and his most
precious gift that he received in his life, his only
daughter to the audience. And what thank did he get in
return? He deserves to be given a standing ovation by
the young up-and-coming actors.
--May they never come to
their fifth year?
Wishing someone a 'fifth
year' refers to the pogroms that were so prevalent at
that time, was his most beloved curse. We heard earlier
that his daughter , when he staged a benefit in her
honor that was poorly attended, brought him to such a
state that after one performance he appeared and said to
the gathered group using this familiar curse:
'Therefore, dear audience, since you never appeared at
my daughter's benefit and you ruined, alas her special
day, you should receive a "fifth year"! I wish you all a
good night.'
Even now often used the same
curse. When he was made aware that his curse was already
overused because Petliura (who was the President of the
short-lived Ukrainian independence 1918-1921) had
actualized it through his life, Shtsherbakov closed his
eyes and quietly shook his head back and forth, and like
a child he cried, 'Petliura...you are correct! May you
indeed see your fifth year. L'Chaim Jewish children!...'
S. passed away on 17 March
1933 in Kherson, by his daughter, the actress Katya
Stsherbakov, wife of the actor Reyzelman.
Sh.E. from Mark
Leyptsiger and Moshe Shulvays.
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Julius Adler -- "Meyses
fun der yidisher teater-velt," "Morgn frayhayt,"
N.Y., 28 Sept. 1949.
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Zygmunt Turkow -- "Teater
zikhrones fun a shturmishe tsayt," Buenos Aires,
1956, pp. 204-205.
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