that both sex and age are unusually to her face. vulnerability tenderness concentration everything is reflected instantly and also instantly disappears , the distance between them and the world around them has not gone away, but she does not hide from him, but maybe she will allow herself to be in the center of this world.

soon she will leave the taganka theater and go nowhere. yes , even at such a moment, when reality stood on end, the 90th sphere rises up, and this free flight of her exact feelings begins that fly around the globe and hopelessly passionate for him hold on. i know that the next circle will be the universe to a complete emptiness, which i was so afraid of in life on a swing in an elevator on the sea inside myself. there was one

consolation, that not to stop not to change fatal and what will not be worse? i went to work. excellent huge empire of the ussr shower last days stubborn

time time that climbs in the door windows and head, street constant scene of the crowd, the main character all stand in line for milk, bread, vodka, cigarettes, freedom of speech, freedom of the body for changes in participation in the end. country as if she was twisting her insides.

with a decoy cry with a clapping protest against the hopeless past of the destroyed present, incomprehensible future, all this passes by her, but the epoch, which filled everything with its rumble, will open demidov's path for victory. for the first time in her memory, the borders are open. what defines life during this period? she travels a lot from the fedora, which she bought from taganka, and by herself she recognizes modern directing and dramaturgy, the theater for russia is completely unusual, she is looking for that art in which the twisted inside does not belong

a specific time and place, but outside the temporary human nature to a person as such i love another theater the theater is what is called, well, let's call it roughly avant-garde, that is, they go there, i don't know where to find it, i don't know what i'm going there, but i don't know if i'll find it there. maybe i wo n’t find it there, but i’m going there, there, no one has ever gone and this is what makes me different in the theater. russian viewers it was because

they saw something else. the figure of the archetypes, not chained to the history of the nixocium, the eternal representatives of the human race , the embodiment of eternal passions, speak directly with heaven with the universe. it was a departure from time and place of another kind of escape, this time to

eternity, a lonely figure in empty space, looking upwards, leading a dialogue with something above her head, the quintessence of the roles of alla demidova of that period, which will stretch over a decade and a half of dramaturgy of energy dramaturgy of inner rome, dramaturgy of sounds. there is no light, there is no more time. time and glass i will play. she is she is a theater. and you,

who don't know where the play will end, the game, where life begins? the list of those that did not take place in her biography is long for various reasons, her roles in the films of kozintsev and german did not happen. on the eve of the start of joint work, antoine vites died. but she refused many projects herself, for example, from the proposal of robert wilson to put hamlet with her in the title role. why refused to play all the characters

would a monologue be such a flashback? not to make performances will be less and less partners will not, in general, she and the microphone. she and the music stand with the text of the vis-en-scene of her poetry evenings, staged for her once upon a time by george from the trailer. but from these readings in the sixteenth year, a wonderful one-man performance will be born - a poem without a hero in the gogol center, staged by kirill serebryakov, what did you do with fear? but rampant with mortal fear and vengeance, knowing the time, lowering her dry eyes and wringing her hands all in front of me. in the

east you always think that we are too late met. if it had been before, probably we would have done something impossible for her, and this is impossible for her. and maybe it would become somehow very important for me. and there are many photographs, where there is only a static image of these prints. you can even stack a separate movie.

hello, my name is anna sergeevna. and this is lyuba, my friend, standing with you. and this is my dog. you can start yes, yes, of course. in

general, i really love the actors of their features, i regret it even more and continue to love. i would have said. she is very caustic and vulnerable at the same time, that is sometimes she seems to be solid solid skin, but at the same time she wants to scratch, bite and seem fortieth anna sergeevna on this they all shout

at you. what, my dear? if you want cheese, you can't , you can't have cheese, it happens to her. she is so you know, like a child who is to infringe and run away. she has such trepidation. that's what i noticed when i was reviewing a lot of time. she trembles all the time. and this one seems to have other actors of actresses. wait, just for the episode. you are absolutely right all around. but, by the way, don't you marry gathers, and the closure with fins, tail, muzzle, the fish trembles and shimmers with scales, it plays, how, as dancing, cheers won in life,

which you know. what megalomania is somewhere such a form of defense, then she hisses there, as she hisses at renata litvinova, let's say. she 's a professional, she's m-m belongs to some kind of party of people who are special, but let's put it on. so he had a man from the street. i'm talking about the census. well, come on. but this is such a high

obscenity. what stupid text? she is, of course, very well next to ruslana horn, she extreme musical opera duo. then she broadcasts that she, uh, some fantastic such have m-m appeared to us in her last earthly incarnation and will no longer appear to us, that for her last appearance. these are the kind of ex-

you think, but here she really thinks so, or she. she has such a toy. i treat her so well that sometimes i thought, i should write her a letter and write to her, like how i reviewed the adjuster and how i thought and what a wonderful actress she is, and then i thought, well, what if she didn’t write you a letter, how all wrong, they took me something, not that, but it is very easy to make money deep, but will not say. and i didn’t write, i didn’t write anything, well, now i said, well, i don’t know, i heard. on may 1998, she returned from yet another tedious tour with

poetry evenings at the dacha for iksha, felt unwell, got into the car and went to the hospital herself. the doctors said that another hour and it would not have been possible to save her. did a lot for me. thanks to her, somehow i kept the performance alive in the theater. she saved saved me. i don't know how a performance in general theater is just a disaster. she was part of the ensemble, but still the ensemble had to insert itself under it. you knew how sick she was when she entered your play, of course she came after two operations. she told me about

it. it was huge, in general, the standing of a man for the last time, and she played brilliantly. she never played like that. she did not always allow herself such a risk. what was she risking? what was that rice? life with

a careful hand vasilyev was the last great director of the outgoing

20th century, and it seemed to them to work and work after the triumph of the stone guest, however, the next time they will meet only after 15 years. and how many people are there?

you can also call the waiter to order something, in short. more and more to me they are nothing

more to leave. to be honest, no, not very often. i read poetry when people drink, eat and talk around. well, let's try. i will whisper something in your ear.

i am grateful for everything for the chicken cartilage and shooting the bottom very serving the edge no time it is your light, since only a fragment can dream, but my golden retina is enough for the entire length in the dark. past temples and bars past chic cemeteries past the great bazaars of the world and grief past past mickey rome seven burning suns go through the land of peregrines at eternal they are hunchbacked hungry babies their eyes are full of sunset, their hearts are full of blossoms behind them singing

deserts flash lightning. the stars tremble above them and the birds hoarsely shout to them that the world will remain the same . it may be incomprehensible, but still infinite. thank you, good bye. this is very important, these are all these, because

in fact, this is the most important thing for artists, that's why i sort of rush in different directions, that is, not a laser at all. this is me, this is me, something like milk. whoever needed a fedora, i read it there, i have never touched it, which i myself translated, that is, the term of the medal, and i adapted it. stop for god's sake what a holiday is not funny funny. well, yes, but the main thing is that it's nice that you remembered me called, but it's already nice. yes? yes, nothing, nothing. i cant

right now, i'm pretty tired. and yesterday was generally some kind of day tomorrow, apparently, i'll go. with us, an old one went to save up to taganka , and i still remember one of his phrases. then i did not understand this phrase. now i understand very much, he says everything goes away in old age. the only thing that remains is a profession. here's a profession you can't forget. now i have the only thing left. here's some duty, only poetic evenings. nothing more. why didn't you get it? yes, but it was more underfulfilled, not completed, not completed, and so further, i leave no to the incarnate. this is defeat. i can. say as much as scarlet. and add

your story. here, which went only through defeat. i don't have. paths where i work in moscow i have nothing if we diaries are written with the same exclamations, despair. in general, uh, when you reprimand the benefits to the end, then somewhere on the last page , tears of any age involuntarily well up. since defeat is so fused with victory, the

old man never was. moor with that fish, which he fished out it was fun until the evening and then they came, i didn't eat it. and when he reached the shore, he was already reaching the great one, he suddenly realized that in this defeat he really found himself for the first time in his life worth some kind of wisdom - freedom, peace becomes when

you are defeated, i did not know that this is so.

wish it would be good if he switched the wing, beating with the purity of the yeast. like scissors cuts in his own.