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All that is left of the once man.
Men are stingy to the point of ecstasy,
Meanwhile, You are our daily talisman.
Forgive us, we didn't appreciate everything,
To see a part is given to us from everything.
And what they saw, they immediately ruined,
And we ourselves suffer from it.
I understand, a lot of grief was given,
The offense fed You sometimes,
And you meanwhile as, restrained sea,
You lead us like a wave.
Thank you for your patience and care,
For all the things we don't understand.
You are the books of wisdom! And we are on the binding,
We are used to sculpting them.
Pleasant soft music is playing.
Alexander distributes all the roses, makes his way to the stage, and after blowing everyone a kiss, enclosing it in a figurative heart.
The music stops.
The Director's annoyed voice is heard through the megaphone (a businesslike, not too positive voice in the recording): So, Sasha, in General, it will go, the suit fits well, the flowers are in place, but what kind of poems? What does Geneva have to do with it? What is this mixed-style speech of the seventeenth and twentieth centuries? So! So, to bring everything to a common denominator, to give commonality and to revise the text. Tomorrow we will rehearse this episode in a different interpretation!
Alexander obediently listens to everything, instantly losing his charm, becoming an "ordinary gray man".
ALEXANDER (to the Director, obediently): Well, I'll review some episodes, try to fix all the flaws tomorrow.
Alexander leaves the stage in a drooping mood.
ZTM.
4 scene. FRIEND
Plays music in the style of chanson.
In a bandit cap, in an Olympic jacket, in a sporty style, with a swaggering gait with a bottle of beer in his hand, Alexander comes on stage a little haggard. The complete opposite of the image of the previous scene, it is desirable that people in the audience hardly recognize the same actor in it.
The music stops.
ALEXANDER (the viewer premedicine manner of communication): Yeah, we had a nice walk with rootie that night. I woke up recently.
He yawns, puts the bottle aside, puts his hands in his trousers, and sits down in a chair, leaning back to the maximum and stretching out his legs.
ALEXANDER (to the audience, in a pribandichennoy manner of communication): All the same, don't say anything, but a friend is a friend! This is the most important thing in a kid's life! There is no reliable real friend, consider you a nobody! Empty space. Because you are judged by your friends. An old saying, but true: "Tell me who your friend is, and I'll tell you who you are."
I approached this issue carefully. My father has been telling me since I was a child: "Look, Sanek! Choose your friends so that they can always cover your ass at the right time." And I'll tell you, it's not an easy job to rally a loyal and reliable team around you. So much slag among people, it's easy… Here you look…, like nothing parnyaga. Says everything correctly, thinks in the right direction, and even does something in life. And as the smell of fried, look – swam comrade… Not… As stated in the song Vysotsky: "There aren't many real wild ones, so there aren't any leaders." Just like in life. There are a lot of people, but people… almost not.
He gets up from the chair and walks across the stage, blowing one nostril on the floor and wiping his nose with his hand.
ALEXANDER (the viewer premedicine manner of communication): I was looking for a friend. Tried. I looked at situations. Again I searched, again I compared, made conclusions, and again I searched. And I even at a certain point began to doubt at all that real male friendship exists. So, I thought, only in movies show, but in books write different hacks. They don't care… sit and think. Writers, by the way, are usually reserved and unsociable people themselves. And they have such friends that they are real… However, I do not know, I do not know personally, but I suspect that they are all science fiction writers and dreamers.
Once I got stuck with the friendship, two got stuck. The third time already thought. What do I need it for? How is it here? You are always ready to answer for yourself, but for someone else… That's a question. With whom to crush the bubble – this has never been a problem. With whom to go out – also zavsegda company will pick up. And it is better to solve serious issues yourself. Here, even if you've made a mistake, you can sort it out yourself. You know where everything is and for what. You don't have to find anyone to blame. So there are advantages. You don't need to spend money on birthdays, you don't have to listen to whining for life. Free time car. You don't owe anyone anything. I got a call from a… friend at the time. Help me, he says, dig a hole in the garage so that the car can be repaired conveniently. I just got out of the shower after my shift. I'm lying on the couch, sipping a beer, and here's your application. Of course, all I really wanted to do at that moment was dig a hole for someone in a stuffy, dusty garage on the outskirts of town, where I still had to manage to get through traffic. The limit of dreams, of course. So after all, it is inconvenient to refuse, a friend after all. How can I not help my friend? What kind of friend would I be?
Dressed, Packed, and headed out. I spent two days on this good cause. Then in the end everything collapsed, he drove a concrete mixer and brought everything to zero. And the car, he says, I'll fix it in the service, if you need anything. That's what friendship is.
Or here, too, was a friend. Moved three times a year. We don't hire movers if you have friends. Sure, I got a call, hi, can you help me?
I hesitated to take these baths of his to the ninth or fourteenth floor. He really gave me a present. On the sixth floor of the oven. It was easier there. Every time a new building, the elevators are not connected yet. Furniture, clothes… In General, I spat on it all when I first came down with my back. This friendship costs me dearly.
Curiously, if I need something, then somehow miraculously everyone is busy. Who went to the country, who dries up after drinking, who works hard at their parents ' dacha. Or they just don't pick up the phone, as they know that I'm calling for a reason.
Don't… guys, this is something… not friendship this, and stupidly use and obtaining benefits in those or other circumstances. Remember your friends, how they met, how they communicated. Everyone first of all tries to find out in what circles you communicate, what you breathe, what garters you have and, accordingly, in what way you can be useful to a potential friend. If you can't be useful in any way, then why do you need such a friend? What's wrong?
Well, that's what it's about. I don't know about women's friendship, but men's friendship is complete… (sighs) Yes.
Moves to the center of the stage, as if backing away, not quickly.
ALEXANDER (the viewer premedicine manner of communication): Well, recently here with a spine have zakonchilis. So he explained to me that it was just a bad thing I had. The stripe is black. It turns out that with friends it, this strip, also happens, not only with life circumstances. This is a normal type. We sat and talked. Then we went to the club… Then I don't remember. But I remember that we agreed to go with him today to solve some issue. Someone owes him money. There's a story like this… In General, they threw the kid. Well, we need to help the little man.
Groan.
ALEXANDER (to the audience, sympathetically): my friend still…
Leaves the stage to the music of the chanson style, taking with him the bottle with which he came.
ZTM.
5 SCENE. BALL
18th century. Times of the Empress Catherine the Second.
The music heard at the appropriate points in time.
If you can at least partially recreate the atmosphere of that time on stage – it will be great, if not, you can beat the concentration of light on the actor and music.
In a magnificent dress, women's clothing, a wig and other attributes that were in place by the end of the 1760s, Alexander appears on the stage, spinning in a dance.
The simplest makeup, pink cheeks, inspired face and most importantly – posture.
The music stops.
Alexander slowly stops dancing.
Stands up in half a turn to the viewer, covers himself with a fan, which respectfully covers himself.
ALEXANDER (in a woman's voice):
Oh, really, I'm surprised,
Where did the courage go?
Like a bird in the sky I fly,
But only in dreams, in life – opal.
As if the sky is angry,
Left the young ladies without a pair.
The Canon of husbands was courteous to us,
Now we have lost the spell
Left on their own,
For a rare case of fun.
Tired to complain about the fate,
The head was replaced by the power.
Alexander coughs, tired of speaking in a thin female voice, furiously folds the fan and throws it backstage on his nerves.
She casually pulls off these feminine garments and wipes her face.
He is, to put it mildly, dissatisfied.
ALEXANDER (in a rage, in his own voice): There are a lot of people in the troupe. Actresses sit idle, so no, the Director saw some of his own zest in dressing up a man as a young lady. (As emotionally as possible, pulling off the remnants of outfits, wiping the Marafet from the face) What should I do with my voice? With your belly? (he shakes his stomach with his hands.) It's not very clear what happened here. I had to not eat for a month, and what is most offensive – not to drink!
Artist – do not drink! Can you imagine what it's like? This is crazy! This constant transformation of learning roles, a change of scenery, environment and even time! The emotional state from the frying pan into the fire. And I don't have to drink? And then here on the stage to play a secular young lady and a gentle, not squeaky voice to release thin, pliable passes to representatives of the Palace intelligentsia? I'm ready to run them down with my bare hands, because they sneer at me, and I'm here in this rags anneal… And at the same time, I need to be playful, high-minded, moderately frivolous, but still high-minded young lady with them.
He puts his hands on his hips and exhales hopelessly.
ALEXANDER (somewhat distantly): Business… the
Director's annoyed voice is heard through the megaphone (a businesslike, not too positive voice in the recording): something doesn't suit you, Alexander? We can find a replacement for you, if everything is so fundamental!
ALEXANDER (apologetically, making excuses, looking for the Director in the audience): No,no, it's all right! I agreed to this. And lost weight and prepared… This is all true… a moment of weakness. Stress comes out. It seems to be out, we can continue. (After a short pause, changing his tone) Excuse me. (Somewhere behind the scenes) Bring a fan, please.
The music for ballroom accompaniments corresponding to the time of the episode is played again.
Alexander reluctantly pulls on ladies ' outfits.
ZTM.
6 SCENE. REVELATION
Dim lighting.
Alexander weary gait goes on stage in his. In ordinary everyday clothes, without makeup, hairstyles, as I used to go in everyday life.
Tired, good smiles.
ALEXANDER (somewhat self-denying):
now the troupe has dispersed… and the Director has Left the theater.
I'm here alone now, as often in the evening.
Yes, not always successful, but still an innovator,
Not so the soul trembles when people are crowded around.
He sits on the stage floor and looks around the room with a warm, kind smile.
ALEXANDER (heartfelt, from himself): I'm so tired of playing other people's roles… living other people's lives. I gave so much energy, effort… left so many other people's emotions here on the stage… I miss my life so much, the moments when I don't have to play… When I – I! And this almost never happens. The rehearsal, the game, the circumstances in which I, (addressing the audience) like all of You, have to play certain roles. The role of father, mother, husband, son, friend, girlfriend, mistress, and so on…
You know… there are a lot of people… people who like to live other people's lives. That's right love! They like to stick their nose everywhere, which is not very desirable for a visit. They try to command, or manipulate other people's lives…, teach and teach everywhere, especially when no one asks them to. Especially when no one needs it. There are people… who just can't… they just don't know how to live their own lives… Most often, only because they simply do not have their own life as such. Either because it failed, or because once, for some reason, their lives just ended. It happens. I do not judge, but rather sympathize. Anything can happen. .. it also happens that life is over, but the person still exists. And he has no choice but to meddle in other people's lives, to live other people's lives…
What I want to say… Perhaps such people… They would be able to bring great benefit to society not by forcing others to live, or relatives, or friends… in a word, other people by interfering in their lives and trying to rule something there in their own, as it seems to them, the right way. And… perhaps such people would be useful in a different way… maybe just the actor's fiefdom needs such people… Imagine what artists, writers, and screenwriters would be like today… artists and musicians… If these people only lived by what they did. And not because this is their job, but because these people simply can't live any other way, and they don't want to. If such people would give themselves with complete immersion, with complete self-denial, with complete dedication in the lives of others that are necessary to society, expressed in lines, paintings, music, or in acting on stage or in movies…
It seems to me, history knows such cases… And all these cases, as a rule, Yes… they cause trembling feelings and sometimes pity for the fates, but always admiration for what and how a person did… How he lived someone else's life.
Be an actor… Or any creative figure – this in the eyes of many people is nothing more than pampering. It hurts me to hear how the children of actors in schools classmates shout with mockery: "Yes, your dad except for making faces on stage and nothing else can do." Low bow to parents who, hopefully, inadvertently, Express such conclusions, especially with children's ears. And then this mechanism is unwound to the harassment and psychological trauma of children whose parents put their other people's lives on the altar of art…
After all, art… this is all done not for the sake of money, not for the sake of profit and not for the sake of fame… if we are talking about real art, art by vocation, and not by the breath of a magic powerful wand. This is why we are often not taken seriously. We simply cannot be understood, and misunderstanding, alas, often generates condemnation.
Friends…, do not try to judge…, do not try to judge anyone, because life is really not a simple thing, and it is not easy to understand it with the human mind. Isn't it better to put in a good word for an actor, writer, musician, sculptor or artist, even if he drew a black square, and caused countless people to ecstasy and admiration… Yes, let them… He's good. There are many things we don't understand, and many things we try to condemn. .. if each of us tried to highlight positive, understandable positive aspects from any situation, and not focus on ignorance, which, alas, Is a lot without our participation, then… maybe the world would become a little brighter, more colorful, iridescent and all this a little more beautiful.
Alexander gets up from the floor, goes to the front of the stage for the final line.
ALEXANDER (heartfelt, from himself): Yes… Every one of us, no matter what kind of profession we are, we are all actors. William Shakespeare spoke the truth: "The whole world is a theater. In it, women and men are all actors. They have their own exits and exits. And everyone plays more than one role."
In the end, it is not so important what role you played in the theater of life. Positive, negative, major or minor, or maybe just episodic… What matters is how you played it!
