played for me, natasha kolikanova, and you can imagine, i’m in the audience, suddenly the beautiful tanyunyawe see how she turns white, and suddenly arkadina natasha kolikanova stands up, she says all her life, her mother continues the monologue, she says , i don’t know the play, it’s that she even knows her son’s monologue by heart, it was such a discovery , it’s crazy, it happened involuntarily god. you know how to say, i dived into chekhov , you know, when chekhov’s text, i start to vibrate, either it’s me and i, or suddenly i start to vibrate, i really want to continue there, i know a lot of things, because chekhov became to loved ones and relatives not only with their eyes, but with their body, soul, gesture and most importantly the nervous system, so i would say this, read it to us, oh, well, now it’s going to be the unified state exam, yes, i don’t know, i can’t take it... however less, why do you say that you kissed the ground on which i walked, i need to be killed, i’m so tired, i should rest, i’m a seagull, no, that’s not it, i’m an actress, well, yes, and he’s here, well, yes, not

worried, it was not me who played, natasha kolikanova. and you can imagine, i’m in the hall, suddenly tanyunyaeverything, suddenly stands up arkadina, natasha kolikanova, says, all lives, mom continues the monologue , she says, i don’t know, what is it, it was chekhov, it was chekhov, because this love, hatred of the mother and him, it was me just standing in the hall, because something divine happened, there arkadina makes all sorts of remarks, of course, suddenly she reads for, she knows this monologue, it was divine direction and i am eternally grateful. and grishenka kozlov, and my divine st. petersburg boys, and bargman, and latashev, and vlasov, the kingdom of heaven bekhterev for this performance, you know how to say, i dived into chekhov, you know, when chekhov’s text, i start to vibrate, either it’s yes, and i, or suddenly i start to vibrate, i really want to continue there, i know a lot, i ’ve learned a lot, because chekhov has become close and dear not only with my eyes, ah... “well, yes, nothing, yes, he didn’t believe in the theater , he kept laughing at my dreams, and little by l