Bertolt Brecht good people to read seszuanu. A note about the Taganka "good people from the season"
Bertolt Brecht
at spіvpratsі z R. Berlau and M. Steffin
Good people from Sichuan
P'esa-parabola
Van- Water carrier.
three gods.
Shen De.
Shii Tak.
Yang Song- A jobless litchik.
Mrs. Yan- yoga mati.
Widow Shin.
family from eight people.
carpenter Lin To.
Domovlasnitsa Mi Ju.
police officer.
Kilim merchant.
Yogo Squad.
Stara poviya.
Barber Shu Fu.
Bonze.
Waiter.
Jobless.
Transitions at the proloza.
Misce dії: the European capital of Sichuan.
The province of Sichuan, where all the time on the earth's backyard was stigmatized, de people exploit the people, there is no such place.
A street near the main city of Sichuan. Evening. Water Carrier Van presented to the public.
Van. I am a local water carrier - I trade water near the capital of Sichuan. Heavy craft! Just drive a little, to be brought far to follow her. And yakscho її rich, maly earnings. And in our province, vigilance is great. Everyone seems to think that if anything else from the building can help us, then the gods. I want to show my joy to myself, if I know a trader of thinness - a lot of roses - telling me that a few of our gods' most famous gods already change at a cost and they can check in Sichuan from year to year. It seems that the sky is already turbulent without a faceless skarg, as if it were up to a new one. It's already the third day, as I check here for the mіskoї brami, especially for the evening, for the first guests. It’s hardly possible for me to get away. You can hone your high-ranking nobles, try to break through to them. How can I know them? The stinks come, maybe, not all at once. Shvidshe for everything one at a time, so that you don’t need to screw up your respect. The qi axis is not similar to gods, the stench revolves around robots. (It is important to marvel at the robots who pass by). Shoulders in them buckled in the form of heavy loads, like stench dragged. What about tsey? What a wine god is the fingers of the ink. Most serve the cement plant. Get you two ladies...
Two people have to pass through.
... and ti, in my opinion, are not gods. They have a zhorstoy viraz disguise, like people, like beats sounded, but the gods do not need it. And there are three axles! Nachebto - on the right. Vgodovani, not the least sign of any kind of busyness, cherevichi in pills, from afar, came from afar. Wow - wow! O Wise One, carry on in your order! (Fall down.)
first god(radio). Are we being checked here?
Van(Give them a drink). Already a long time ago. But only I am the only one who knew about your arrival.
First God. We need overnight. You don't know where we should go?
Van. De? Scream! Everything is at your disposal, O wisest! Where do you care?
Gods It is rich to wonder one on one.
First God. I would like to have the nearest house, my son! Let's try it with the nearest one!
Van. It’s not enough to benefit me, because I invite the wrath of the mighty owners on myself, as I’ll give special advantage to one of them.
First God. That is why I punish you: get off your nearest!
Van. Pan Fo lingers there! Check out the fluff. (Hang up to the booth and knock at the door.)
Doors open, but you can see that Van otrimu vіdmova.
(He turns around timidly.) Bad luck! Pan Fo, as if for evil, is not at home, and the servants do not care about anything without this command, the lord is strict! Well, if you know who was not accepted in the yoga house, why not?
Gods(grinning). Perfectly.
Van. More blasphemy! Budinok instructed the widow Su to lie down. She will carry you with joy. (Run to the house, ale, mabut, I’ll take my breath again.) I’ll run into the opposite sooner. The widow seems to have only one small room in her, and that is not enough. I'll go straight to Pan Chen.
Another god. We need to get little rooms. Tell me what we її busy with.
Van. Navіt її її not tidied up, navіt yakscho in nіy povukіv?
Another god. Dribnitsy! De spiders, there are few flies.
third god(Hello, Vanu). Go to Pan Chen, or go somewhere else, my blue, spiders, know, I don’t feel like it.
Van I knock again on the same door, and let him in.
Van(Turning to the gods). Pan Chen at the rose, yoga houses are new, and you don’t dare to look at your eyes, the wisest. Between us, I think, among them there are filthy people, and I don’t want to, they bled them. Vin lakaetsya your anger. Chomu has everything on the right.
Third God. Are you so scary?
Van. Only for unkind people, right? Looks like the Meskants
Brecht Bertolt
Good people from Sichuan
Bertolt Brecht
Good people from Sichuan
P'esa-parabola
Spivpratsi z R. Berlau and M. Steffin
Translation E. Ionova and Y. Yuzovsky
Vershi at the translation of Boris Slutsky
DYUCHI FACES
Van is a water carrier.
Three gods.
Yang Sun is a jobless pilot.
Mrs. Yan is a yoga mother.
Udova Shin.
Sim'ya of eight people.
Carpenter Lin To.
Housekeeper Mi Ju.
Policeman.
Kilim merchant.
Yogo squad.
Old lady.
Barber Shu Fu.
Waiter.
Jobless.
Cross at the prolose.
Place dії: the European capital of Sichuan.
Province of Sichuan
a person exploiting a person who can't get to such a place.
A street near the main city of Sichuan. Evening. Water carrier Van є public.
Van. I am a local water carrier - I trade water near the capital of Sichuan. Heavy craft! Just drive a little, to be brought far to follow her. And yakscho її rich, maly earnings. And in our province, vigilance is great. Everyone seems to think that if anything else from the building can help us, then the gods. I want to show my joy to myself, if I know a trader of thinness - a lot of roses - telling me that a few of our gods' most famous gods already change at a cost and they can check in Sichuan from year to year. It seems that the sky is already turbulent without a faceless skarg, as if it were up to a new one. It's already the third day, as I check here for the mіskoї brami, especially for the evening, for the first guests. It’s hardly possible for me to get away. You can hone your high-ranking nobles, try to break through to them. How can I know them? The stinks come, maybe, not all at once. Shvidshe for everything one at a time, so that you don’t need to screw up your respect. The qi axis is not similar to gods, the stench revolves around robots. (It is important to marvel at the robots who pass by). Shoulders in them buckled in the form of heavy loads, like stench dragged. What about tsey? What a wine god is the fingers of the ink. Most serve the cement plant. Get you two ladies...
Two people have to pass through.
I tі, in my opinion, are not gods. They have a zhorstoy viraz disguise, like people, like beats sounded, but the gods do not need it. And there are three axles! Nachebto - on the right. Vgodovani, not the least sign of any kind of busyness, cherevichi in pills, from afar, came from afar. Wow - wow! O Wise One, carry on in your order! (Fall down.)
First god (radio). Are we being checked here?
Van (give them a drink). Already a long time ago. But only I am the only one who knew about your arrival.
First God. We need overnight. You don't know where we should go?
Van. De? Scream! Everything is at your disposal, O wisest! Where do you care?
The gods are richly surprised one by one.
First God. I would like to have the nearest house, my son! Let's try it with the nearest one!
Van. It’s not enough to benefit me, because I invite the wrath of the mighty owners on myself, as I’ll give special advantage to one of them.
First God. That is why I punish you: get off your nearest!
Van. Pan Fo lingers there! Check out the fluff. (Hang up to the booth and knock at the door.)
The doors are opening, but it is clear that Van is taking away the guard.
(He turns around timidly.) Bad luck! Pan Fo, as if for evil, is not at home, and the servants do not care about anything without this command, the lord is strict! Well, if you know who was not accepted in the yoga house, why not?
Gods (chuckles). Perfectly.
Van. More blasphemy! Budinok instructed the widow Su to lie down. She will carry you with joy. (Run to the house, ale, mabut, I’ll take my breath again.) I’ll run into the opposite sooner. The widow seems to have only one small room in her, and that is not enough. I'll go straight to Pan Chen.
Another god. We need to get little rooms. Tell me what we її busy with.
Van. Navіt її її not tidied up, navіt yakscho in nіy povukіv?
Another god. Dribnitsy! De spiders, there are few flies.
The third god (welcome, Vanu). Go to Pan Chen, or go somewhere else, my blue, spiders, know, I don’t feel like it.
Van again knocks on the same door, and let him in.
Van (turning to the gods). Pan Chen at the rose, yoga houses are new, and you don’t dare to look at your eyes, the wisest. Between us, I think, among them there are filthy people, and I don’t want to, they bled them. Vin lakaetsya your anger. Chomu has everything on the right.
Third God. Are you so scary?
Van. Only for unkind people, right? Well, it seems that the meshkans of the province of Kvan have been touched by ten years - God's punishment!
Another god. Axis yak? I why?
Van. The one that stinks all the atheists.
Another god. Fool! Just because the stench didn't like rowing.
First God. Shh! (Vanu). Are you still spodіvaєshsya, my son?
Van. How can you feed this? Varto go one more booth, and I will know your life. I lick my fingers at the front, so that I will receive you at my place. Nevdaliy zbіg obstavin, do you understand? Bіzhu! (It’s easy to go in and groan incessantly in the middle of the street.)
Another god. What am I saying?
Third God. And yet, I guess, it's just a quirk.
Another god. Shun's vip, Kvani's vip, and Sichuan's vip. There is no greater fear of God on earth - the axis is truth, which you are afraid of marveling at in disguise. Find out that our mission has known a fiasco!
First God. We can still drink on good people. In be-yaku khvilinu. We are not guilty once again.
Third God. The decree said: the world can be left like this, like wine, if there are enough people who are called people. The water carrier is such a person herself, that I am not deceived. (Walk to Vanu, who is still in the turmoil.)
Another god. Win is deceived. If the water-carrier gave us a drink from his gurt, I remembered something. Kitchen axis. (Show it to the first god.)
First God. Move the bottom.
Another god. Shakhrai!
First God. Garazd, vin vіdpadє. Well, what is it, like one of the rotten? Mi zustrіnemo and such, like a building of life for a good human life. We are to know! The axis hasn’t been pinning for two thousand years already, so far we can’t continue! No one in this world can be kind! My fault is to punish people, so that they can follow our commandments.
The third god (Vanu). Maybe, it’s even more important to know the backdoor?
Van. Only not for you! Have mercy! It’s my fault that I didn’t know it right away - I’m joking badly.
Third God. Right, bezperechno, not in tsoma. (Turn back.)
Van. The stinks will already guess. (To the transitional.) The high pane, vibatchte, that I turn before you, but the three gods of the highest gods, about the future coming, all of Sichuan will speak about such a rich fate, now it’s true that they have come and demand a living. Don't go! Change yourself! Get one look! For God's sake, roar! For your part, a happy harvest has come, hurry up to him! Propoponite the porch to the gods, if you don’t hop over the docks, the stench will come in handy.
"Good people from Sezuan" - a performance from which Taganka began. There are no more actors who want to be alive, but those who are staged by Yury Petrovich Lyubimov, are considered. The performance is permeated with a loving atmosphere.
"Good man from Cezuan." Plot
The gods do not want to believe in those who on earth do not lack good people and may be pilgrims to mand the light. Why mayzhe - because the stinks are so natural, but in fact, the most famous water carrier is known from the companions of the gods. Sezuan is one of the number of places that he came across at a high price. Maybe, htos to turn them down to nothing?
Far away to ask for less to the girl of easy behavior. Інші - s important - boules are indestructible. And that one, yak with a light one, even if you won’t, you can’t say “nі”.
As they walked, the gods chimed in with the girls. And this is where it all started...
Vechni catering
- Kindly buti to the lighter, what is the penny?
- How long can you be rich in good, looming pennies?
- Can you be infinitely kind? Chi є kindness nevycherpne dzherelo?
- Is it true, what good can be done with fists?
- Why are the balls included, if you love?
- What is more important - how much goiter is it?
- It’s easier to live kindly, less angry, what’s better?
- Good people - simpletons? Why do you think that simplicity is worth stealing?
- What, damn it, is stronger - good or evil? Axis how to converge two protracted people, filthy, zreshtoy, become a better chi good hand?
If you wish to go to a performance, then your head will swell from such meals. І heart rises as a pity ... І no matter what, you will giggle at the jitters of the characters. The axis is such a paradox.
How do you like this dialogue:
First God. "Golovne, get good, Shen Ti! Farewell!"
They turn around, drink, nod at goodbye.
Shen Te (spooky). "Ale, I'm not impressed with myself, wise ones! How can I be good, if everything is so expensive?"
Another god. "Here, unfortunately, we are powerless. We cannot help ourselves in economical nutrition."
Third God. "Stop! Shoot the sack! Yakby in her were the deacies, їy, maybe, it would be easier to be filled with good."
Nothing has changed in our life...
Author
If I had previously tried to take over the work of "Good Man from Sezuan", reading about Visotsky, and about those who had become beloved by the role of the unemployed liotchik Sun Yang, I was unaware of everything. I Golovna heroine one in two persons, and marvelous names of heroes, which are clearly not true, obviously invented, smashed in the Chinese manner, but not Chinese - Shue Ta, Shen Ti, and maybe, and Chinese - Mrs. Shin, Liotchik Sun, brother Wong. Zagalom, it seemed amazing.
Then, after a reconsideration, we blame the bazhannya "to catch up" with information, read about the author, and about the first hour, and about the history of the creation of nothing. I understand what Brecht is. I'm moving on. Tsya quote є ostentatious:
Me-ti saying: deal with my filth. Everywhere to expand a little bit, nibi I said stupid words. The problem is that which is absolutely between us, most of them I spoke effectively.
Actori
As an old reader, you could remember that we often visited Taganka. The acting actors are already close people for us. For the sake of skin grazing with them, and ochіkuvannya to be true. Trifonov, Luchikhin, Radtsig, Ryabushinska, Badalbeyli, Nechitailo, Gaaz, Kotov, Ushakov, Staburov, Sidorenko. Stink, insanely, talented, and skinny new role reveals one more facet of his talent.
Marya Matveeva became a reminder for us leading role i - marvelous - Marfa Koltsova. Her role is not a role, but a role, but the Yak is filed! A few days have passed, and yet the image is still standing in front of the eyes, and in the air one can feel a creaky voice and phrases that sound like a record that has sung.
Pleased. Leather from images - absolutely leather - being remembered.
Yaskrava is a bitch to Margot. In another warehouse, the housekeeper Mі Ttsі grє Anastasia Kolpikova, so it's important to reveal it.
Fairy extreme Timur. Just a barber-darling Shu Fu!
Looking out from the other side Dmytro Visotsky. Like I didn’t take yoga. And the yak Water Carrier is invisible.
The same story with Mikhail Lukinim. Woland, in my opinion, is such a person. Nudny. And here - just a musician. Ale scho rivet respect, be remembered. I don't know how to explain the phenomenon.
The second musician Anatoly Vasiliev is a legend of the theatre. As a test, reverently suffocated at the sight of quiet people, as if they were standing on the same stage with Visotsky. And wine is still the same as the musician himself. Moreover, music is yoga.
music
Can you show a film or performance from Vysotsky without music? So, zvichayno, "Car'era Dimi Gorina" or "Cook". Abo those same "Misce zustrіchі ...". You can guess for the bazhannya. Ale the same "Lord of the Taiga" or "Intervention" we're looking forward to the songs.
"Good Man from Sesuan" is reminiscent of songs, and moreover, the music often sounds like decay, creating moods and giving sensation to vista scenes.
The texts of the song are not spent, unfortunately, with an hour of acute social orientation. The last century has passed since the moment of staging the song in Tagantsi, the centenary of mayzhe has passed since the moment of writing the texts, but go!
The rams croak in a row,
Beat the drums
Giving shkir for them
The sheep themselves.
We are no longer able to have more checks.
To that th may we give,
People of hard work
Saint Nicholas Day
A day, if we can remember.
staging
The production is original, loved.
Taganka started from the Good People. I don’t care about those who don’t have many different actors at once, Lyubimov’s spirit is taken care of, reluctantly, reverently taken care of.
Minimalistic props and simplicity of costumes. Naked - on the actor's group. The skin character is your own character.
Portrait of Bertolt Brecht
Reaction
After all that has been said, talk about hostility, in my opinion, zaive.
"Kind man from Sezuan" hooked. I didn’t understand why, regardless of the whole tragedy of the problems posed and the tasks of nutrition, it was easy to marvel at it. Chantly, tse i є MAISTERNYA TAGANKA.
HISTORY OF THE PERFORMANCE
Premiere: April 23, 1964
П'єса-parable on 2 diї
director Yury Lyubimov
From "Good people ..." everything was inconclusive
Announcement of the old talkerIf the students sang "Zong about rams":
The rams croak in a row,
Beat the drums
and other zong especially:
Power to walk the road ...
The corpse is on the road.
“E! The same people!”
I've assembled two zongs, Brecht's stench is different. The public became dumb with their feet and shouted: “Repeat! Repeat! Repeat!" - And so hvilin five, I thought the school would fall apart.
I sang the first and last, I sang Yuzovsky - vin buv one of the translations of "Good people ...". In its hour, yoga was heavily processed - like a cosmopolitan: ignano z roboti ... I even figuratively said about it: “The phone died first,” - without ringing anyone.
And here you are so angry that, having squeezed me into a kut, all pale, shaking: “You don’t understand anything, you’re a divine person, you know what to irritate with you - you don’t show it! If you don’t take away your songs, then you want to know my name from the posters, so that it wasn’t visible that this was my translation! ... ”On me it was even stronger hostility: the person was older for me, even shanovana - and such fear. So the very buffaloes of power and Shostakovich were mortally afraid of them.
And Zahava buv is just more embarrassing. Vіn zlyakavsya, scho tse antiradianism, scho at once to cry out the school. I youmu was not worthy... Hocha marvelous. Aja to the pulpit, I showed the tricks for forty khvilin, and the pulpit splashed, which does not happen so often. So, stink vodchuli. But if I showed a mustache, then the reaction was bula - close the performance.
Then, an operation began in the middle of the school and they said: “Shut up the show as anti-people, formalist” - signed by Zakhvi. Ale, thank God, there was a good review in "Tizhni" - and I'll check it if I see it. Zakhava telephoned to the newspaper and said that the school did not accept the school and that the review should be taken away. Ale vin phoned pizno, already friend ishov. And at the same hour, the trival meeting of the opratsyuvannya began, they called me.
Ale, they got ahead of me, what a signet is coming, and they said:
Can you call?
I'm talking:
How can I pull?
Well, let's be friends for now. Dovshe there razbirat all qiu on the right.
In my opinion, Natella Lordkipanidze worked there. Then we had a smoke break, and they brought me a hot issue of the newspaper. And if the meeting started, I started reading. I was smacked: they are spoofing you, but apparently you are reading.
Vibachte, - and having let “Tyzhden” pass through the hands, it is quiet, that they are making noise. Then they began to say again:
Now you are reading, you need to practice, not read.
In short, apparently, the newspaper came to Zahavi on a stake. Vin to say:
What are you reading there? What is there? І htos seems to be:
That axis here is to praise yoga, it seems that it’s tse tsіkavo, miraculous. Come out, scho we can’t work in the hospital.
Tse bula kіmnata, where the party bureau was chosen in the school, like a class. There was about fifteen or twenty people there. Ale stink, bіdnі, came, because they could not be moved. Navit htos іz theater buv. There were other officials there: i Tolchanov, i Zakhava, Cecilia (Mansurova). Zakhava buv against, Tolchanov pidtrimav Zakhava:
Mi tse passed.
And I said:
Same way! You went through the climb, so you got stuck in the swamp of your realism.
That price is not realism, but simply mavpa pratsya.
Aje it was like this, that vistava bula was shown in public, as usual, and Moscow є Moscow - the stars recognized, unreasonably, ale, as always, - do not vtrimaesh. They broke the doors, sat on the bench. There were more people crowded into this small hall at the Shchukin school, the vdvіchі more people, there was a place, and they were afraid that the school was called.
I remember, in the past, I was amazed, if the stinks called us all together - more Ruben Mikolayovich, - to make a joke of "Suchasnik". And all the "Naked King" was sorted out: who is the naked king, and who is the prime minister - tse for Khrushchev bulo. And they got so far that they closed the meeting, because they could not figure out - if Khrushchev is a bare king, then who is that prime minister? So, Brezhnev? The associative nurse brought them to the point where the stench stinked and covered up the meeting, the court of the "Suchasnik". But the stinks wanted to twist the theater with our hands, so they sued me.
And in me it was the same - the first prophet was in the department. My colleagues didn't want to stage "Good people..." and didn't want to give the students a gift like a graduation performance. And then the press showed up, and the workers at the Stankolit and Borets factories, intellectuals, scientists, musicians called to the performance - and the stench even cheered me up. They themselves suffocated the robots with their own hands, and they were honored with “Good people ...”, there was a lot of song-songs, the lads beat them better, the robots caressed and whistled softly, who wanted to close the performance, they said: “Dakuyu, dear garna vistava!" - and you seemed to know. And at the same time Kostyantina Simonova, a note-taker, showed up at Pravda's front desk.
Axis. Well, I've been pushing harder. So who has a share. And in me such a share: the whole hour I was vibrating.
And yet, I respect that even Brecht was right to the end, without being broken, that the students did not convince, that they simply robbed, as I said. Adje tsya vistava was driven in by me by the militia, for the links in me were torn. And then the gangsters were on my course, in a literal sense, they wrote on me - so tell the truth - that I teach them not for the system of Stanislavsky. Because I hammered the rhythm with the police - I broke the links and walked with him.
Budali Novy Arbat. Having not shoved the self-skid, I slid into the vibe and tore my ties on my nose. I went to the police to do the rehearsal. I immediately thought: “Come on, send the stinks ... I’ll spit, and I won’t go to the school in the trash anymore!” It's true. It's true. Reshta is all more embellished.
Until then, I, like a teacher, putting small lessons with different students. With Andriyem Mironov, I put on "Schweik" - Lukash the lieutenant, de vin p'yany, yoga z Shveik debate. I also had a theory: the need for obov'yazkovo robits for a student - whilin for fifteen - to show off in a moment, so that they took him to work. To that it is necessary to grow cheerfully, that cіkavo.
And it was the legend of the school - it was adopted by all theaters with this urvk, the Crimea of Vakhtangovsky. I navit zdivuvavsya, Ruben Mikolayovich say:
Why, Ruben Mikolayovich, did you not accept yoga? - ale vin like so smartly vіdpovіv.
So just like I robbed tricks from Chekhov with Volkov, with Okhlupinim - now artists are in the house. Why do I remember, because here they began to appoint me to the pulpit, because Chekhov cannot be placed like that. I put a rhyme about the doctor, who comes to the sick - one whims to succumb - and in a new house a child is dying.
I'm there to navit one act of "Dnіv Turbіnnih" robiv. I churned out two or three urovok s “Fear that sum'yattya. ..". After "Good people ..." I didn't say more.
I read the translation of Yuzovsky and Ionova at the magazine. I was born to be smart, important and wondrous, because I knew little about Brecht. Just knowing little.
For Moscow, this was a supra-divine dramaturgy. Brecht was put even a little, and Moscow knew badly yoga. I'm not a bachelor of the "Berliner Ensemble" and bov vіlny vіd vplu. So, robbing yoga intuitively, freely without the pressure of Brecht's traditions. I shanuvav, zvichayno, about something new, do it, make yoga strong. Ale, it’s all the same, good, that I don’t bachiv zhodnoї vistavi. I’m looking forward to Arthur’s Wife, Galileo, Coriolanus, Mother in Brechtian style, sweat, Buying a Midi – it’s such a debatable show. Dzhe tsikavo. I want to put it.
And because I don’t know anything about Brecht, I clean and see such a Russian version of Brecht. Vistava was like that, as my intuition and my instinct told me. I'm free, I haven't inherited anyone. I respect that I did bring a new dramaturgy to them at the school: I can learn from Brecht. To that it was possible for me, that she herself encouraged Brechtian dramaturgy, the principles of the theater - insanely political theater, as if to amaze students in the greater light of the world and know yourself in the new, and know your purpose to the point where you stink. Because without whom it is impossible to play Brecht. Then I did zoom in on the canon of that sensi who sounded a diploma to pass in the fourth year, and I, having reconsidered, allowed my students to take a diploma in the third year. The whole thing was very important, I needed to reconsider the department. The stinkers allowed me to show a fragment of thirty or forty khvilin, and as soon as they were pleased with the whole fragment, then they allowed me to earn a diploma.
And at the same time, it’s absolutely calm to let my students inspire, even Sabinin to stage graduation performances one by one, and all the stinks as professors, associate professors. And I used to be an ordinary teacher, having taken a ruble for a year. They took me as a driver - I thought about making money, for the first time - three rubles a year. And if they chanted Taganka with the words of “Good ...”, then I said with a grin: “Adzhe with a roar, you pronounce three hundred rubles for me, and I earn money in the movies, and on television, and on the radio, six hundred rubles, but you say so : the axis of your salary will be three hundred rubles, ”I’m in conflict with the authorities. Well, I presented them with thirteen points of rozbudovi old theater.
Moscow is a marvelous place - everyone knows a little there. I was a little bit lunatic, which is getting ready like a cicava vistava. And the shards are boring for everyone, and for diplomats, if it’s time for a cicava, it means there will be a scandal. As my late Erdman said, “if there is no scandal in the theater, then it’s not the theater.” Otzhe, at tsomu sensi vіn buv prophet schodo mene. So it was. Well, it’s tedious, and everyone wants to come, marvel, and know that it’s like a cry, that’s why they cry. That wistav could not be told for a long time, the public evaded to the hall. Tsі diplomacy sіli on the pіdlоgu in the aisle, vbіg pozhezhnіk, bіdіy director, rector of the school, having said, that wine is not allowed, more the hall could collapse. At the hall, where there were two hundred and forty people, sitting close to chotirohsot - a new scandal was in full swing. I stood with a lighter - there was a filthy electrician there, and I myself stood and drove a lighter. At the necessary places, I hung a portrait of Brecht. I am a cim lighter, driving everything and shouting:
For the sake of God, let the vistav continue, whatever you do, even cry the vistav, no one can be swayed! Why are you dumb, why don't you understand, where do you live, idiots!
And yet I calmed them down. Ale, well, everyone wrote it down and reported it. Well, they closed the last one.
The stinks saluted the honor of the uniform. It was deplorable, because the rector Zakhava came and began to correct the performance. Yoga students did not hear. Todі vіn vyklikav me. I had a clever tree of planks there. Vin said:
With such a tree, the performance is not possible, If you don’t make the tree more realistic, I can’t let it go.
I'm talking:
I ask you to tell me how to tell me. Vin to say:
Well, if you want the bi-axis of the planks, seal the stovbur with cardboard. We don't have any pennies, I will understand. Paint the bark of the tree.
And can I let go of murakh on the stovbur?
Vіn razlyutivsya and seem:
Look out of my office.
So I fought. But young students still heard me. Well, the deacons used to swear at me to the department, that I was ruining the traditions of Russian realism, and so on, and so on.
I didn’t care, because I set for myself the whole hour of a new task. It seemed to me that sometimes Brecht was overwhelmed and boring. Admittedly, the scene of the factory was staged by me patomimically. There is a minimum of text. And Brecht can have a great text scene. I rewired the p'esu, very fast. Zrobiv one zong on the text Tsvetaєvoї, її love verses:
Suddenly wondering in my eyes,
Rivalry with the Chinese power,
In times of insult, the little hands rose,
Life blew like a rusty copy.
And the reshta were all Brekhtivsky, even though I took a sprat of other zongiv, not to the point of p'esi.
There was no scenery, the stench was gone then, I took them from the school to the theater, if Taganka had settled down. There were two tables, for which the students started, - from the audience - there were no pennies, the decorations were made by ourselves: I was a student at the same time.
Ale buv, after all, a right-handed portrait of Brecht - the artist Boris Blank painted far away. And he himself is similar to Brecht - just like the twins stink with Brecht. Then, if the portrait became old, I tried to rewrite yoga, but the whole hour it turned out badly. I gradually took care of this portrait: they sewed it up, darned it, tucked it in. And so I am alive for 30 years. Usі novі, yakі Blank namagavsya robiti, did not go out - share.
I got busy with rich plasticity, rhythm, and the students were given that they were the head of Stanislavsky's school of psychology. Unfortunately, Stanislavsky's system in school programs sounded too loud, he himself was too wide, and the system's links to a psychological school are more like crafts, lowering the level of mastery.
Vіdkrivayuchi sobі Brecht's dramaturgy, shukavі novі priyomi worki zі students - I put the graduation performance in the third year, so that the stench could sche tsіliy rіk zustrichatsya z pryadachі grati. And the stench practically the whole rіk got into contact with the public. That is why Brecht without a dialogue with an observer, in my opinion, is not possible. This helped a lot in the development of the entire theater, because it was new for school and for students.
A new form of plasticity, to carry on a dialogue from the hall for peeping eyes, to go out to the peeping-hole… It is the reality of the fourth line. But there is nothing particularly new here. Now the skin of the minds of the famous Brechtian effect is recognizable. Volumes have been written about a new goal. If you are on the side… Pose by character.
In Diderot's "Actor's Paradox" the idea itself is, to some extent, sensible, but only in Brecht it is still equipped with even more political entanglements, the position of the artist in supremacy. The "paradox about the actor" is built up to the two, chi, perebuvannya, two-fold intelligibility of the actor, and the other duality on the stage. But Brecht still has a moment, if the position of the actor in the image is even more important to him, like a bulky man, who is set up to be effective, to light. We can know that the actor has no way out of the image and left it out of the way.
Lord, as soon as you begin to guess, so I’ll send a bunch of lancers of associations. With the book “A Paradox about the Actor”, Boris Vasilovich Shchukin, my teacher, died. If the blue of Uranians is up to the new, then lying dead from the open book of Diderot. Another book came to my mind when I read it as a young man: "Actress" - Goncourt brothers. It’s even better to be careful there: if you stand in front of a dead, close, kohan person, you’ll see deep grief, and at the same hour you’ll catch yourself in a terrible thought: “Remember, as if on stage, you need to make such speeches.” Tse duzhe tsіkave guarded. I started to learn about the actor and then I myself often caught myself on such a well.
Pratsyyuyuchi zі students, I always richly showing, always shukav mise-en-scene virtuosity. І rozroblyav like a baby and psychological, and ovnishnіy. Already stitching for virazno tіo tіla. And for the whole hour, having begun, they are not afraid to go from outside to inside. And often the virna mise-en-scene then gave them virna inner life. Wanting to, obviously, the trend in them began to grow suddenly: to go from the inside to the outside? This is the main commandment of the school: watch the human spirit in the middle of life. But I respect that the most important thing is the life of the human spirit, it is only necessary to know the theatrical form, so that the life of the human spirit could freely manifest itself and the mother of the thoughtless form of speech. Otherwise, I transform the actor into an amateur. You can speak your mind, in a new marriage of bones: no dictation, no voice, no plasticity, no sight of yourself in space. I respect that it’s too bad to start an actor to think about the director’s mind at once. Most of the main conflicts between the actor and the director are due to those that it is not enough for the actor to play the whole idea. Ale and the director of goiter work create a spіlnu eksplikatsіyu svogo conceived. I know the brilliant explications of Meyerhold, Stanislavsky, Vakhtangov.
Maybe I’m reaching the point of paradox, but I’m wondering if a famous performance in the history of the theater can even be described exactly, like it’s broken, like it’s perfect: light, scenographic, plastic. I can tell you some of the performances, which they performed on me more strongly. I remember all the mise en scenes, I remember the interpretation of roles, the plasticity of the same Olive in Othello. So, just like we all remember Chaplin's plasticity, yoga reed, cauldrons, walking.
There were competitions Chaplin, de Chaplin himself took the eighth place.
Tobto, I love this theater. And to that I come, chi sho, to the edge, if I say that I don’t bachu especially retail the robotic choreographer and the robotic director. Less than a good choreographer is heard, and dramatic artists lead without a break in discussion with the director. Tse, chi sho,
fashionable - I don’t understand. The stench without a trace lets his hands in the TV tower, on the radio, in cinematography. Ale de stinks can, nareshti, enter the soul, chat, talk, talk all the time about collective creativity and so on - tse in the theater. Come out, take revenge. The same goes for the miraculous film “Rehearsal for the Orchestra” by Fellini, that the whole hour there is a struggle between the conductor and the orchestra. The orchestra constantly escorts the conductor, watching his forte, and the conductor whispers and tries to put the orchestra on the stage, watching the orchestra. Tse such a mutual one sleeps alone. This is how it seems when the actor and the director are being shot - such an idea of happening, gra. Ale to the singing boundary. For someone who can take the dirigent's wand and start diriguvati.
“Good people…” there is little resonance of greatness. I stretched mustache. Poets and writers came. We have contrived to play “Good people ...”, without regard to the fence of the department, and to the Budinka cinema, to the Budinka of writers, at the physicists near Dubna. At the theater Vakhtangov played five times. We were allowed, because the vistava went with such success, so far my classmate is an old friend from school; follow the Other Moscow Art Theater, Isai Spektor was the commercial director of the theater, a practical person, and the Vakhtangov Theater was on tour at the same time. And they broke the doors there. And they sent me to grati vistava vizna, wanting to be in niy buv and іnshy vikonavets. I am not bachiv, as the performances on the Vakhtangiv stage have passed. I came for the rest, for my thought. I only later told me that Mikoyan was saying the phrase: Oh! Tse is not an initial vistava, not a student's vistava. There will be a theater and a soul of its own. Otzh bachite, a member of the Politburo rose up.
Formerly in life, I have already precisely formulated the Department of Culture of my thirteen points, which is necessary for the creation of a theater. I have understood that the old theater has been remelted for me, wrap me with minced meat - nothing will be left out. I will wander in the mounds of an old corpse. I am aware that everything needs to be done from the beginning, start from scratch. To that I gave them qi points, and the stench was marked for a long time, to harden me, or not to harden.
I instilled students from my own course ... Navit two denunciators, as they wrote about me, that I am the ruinous system of Stanislavsky. And not because I'm so noble. I just didn’t want to re-introduce two artists and spend an hour. The students were more different. Tse not bula idiliya, scho rehearse at the capture teacher and good students.
How did I put "Good people ..."? - I literally hammered the rhythm with the militia, to that I broke my ties on my nose, and I couldn’t show it big, and I worked with the militia. It was not easy to find a reasonable form. The students figured out what was wrong, that they were not taught that way, as I worked with them.
Having taken it off, I allowed to take “Good people ...” and ten people on the course to the theater, I understood what I needed. Having taken all the old repertoire, having filled in only Pristli one p'esu, more or less she robbed the collection, wanting the performance not to suit me.
We could not today grati "Good people ...", wanting to get out robbed full houses. To this I immediately launched two robots - a little while away “Hero of Our Hour”, then I realized that they did not help me, - and immediately launched “Antimiri” and “Ten days ...”.
I also choked on Andriy Voznesensky, yogo verses and became the work of "Antimiri" like a poetic spectacle, like then I walked away for a long time. At the same time I was pleased with the public of Moscow. In the first place, having told me a lot of things that a looker at Taganka will not come, I’ll come. Vіn priyshov to “Good…”, vin came to “Bent. ..”, vin came to “Ten days…”, vin came to “Antimiri”. That in such a rank I won an hour. The Radyansk authorities would always give a river if they wanted to ... once the stench was appointed, the stench was given a calm on the river. It’s just that they had such rhythms of life, that the sprat of rock should not be practiced, but there it’s fun. And I turned around like a shvidko. At the rivers, I went through the rapids and otrimav repertoire: "Kind ...", "Ten days ...", "Anti-world", after the tribal struggle "Dead. ..” were left out of the repertoire - already some performances, I on
їх I instantly hid. It's true, I didn't think it would be so quick to start me upright. Already, "Ten days ..." the authorities accepted so ... even a revolution, five to ten, but for dissatisfaction. Ale stinks still boules were successful - nachebto revolutionary theme and such success. Well, and the press ... "Pravda" scolded, but praised in a blatant manner. And then we began to stink, barking “Maistra”, say: “How could a person, how could she put “Ten days ...” - and it was like that for me all the hour, how could this person, how could she put the axis of those, put in dissimilarity? - "Budynok ...", it is acceptable, but Mayakovsky and so on.
R. S. Axis Bachish, my son, those rulers nevertheless gave a ticket for promotion, and Tsar Boris changed his prime ministers in one river!
No date.
If everything was ready and it was possible to recognize the premier, as if it had fallen so well, it was Lenin’s National Day, and the next one is Shakespeare’s National Day, our day ... And I stood up and voted that such a theater would soon appear. And up to XX z'ezdu - nі. And if they began to forget the XX z'їzd, then I stumbled without a ritual stake and began to drown.
Ale did not sink to the end. And I am fit for this, as Petro Leonidovich Kapitsa explained: “I have already praised for your share, Yuri Petrovich, - I don’t understand the docks, you are Kuzkin. And if I understand that you are still Kuzkin in the singing world, then I stop boasting.
They had a golden wedding, and there was such an elitist public, women, academics, and everyone said that it was such a place - gold of a wedding, Hanna Oleksiivna sat with Peter Leonidovich, and I brought a poster of “Maister and Margarita” to the gold - in the same place the chapters have broken the poster, and I have given a commentary about Pyotr Leonidovich to the skin.
I also needed to speak a speech, and I said that it’s not wonderful that I am Kuzkin, but the axis of Petro Leonidovich can be Kuzkinim near this country, to live, it’s wonderful. Anna Oleksiivna already formed herself:
How can you, Yuri Petrovich, call Pyotr Leonidovich Kuzkinim?
І raptom Petro Leonidovich charter and kazhe:
Movchi, schurik (Vin zavzhdi її so naming.) So, Yuri Petrovich, you can take a walk, I’m also Kuzkin.
PS Kuzkin - the hero of the beautiful story of B. Mozhaev, who looks like a seamstress in the Russian manner.
The legendary performance, from which the history of the Theater on Tagantsi began, and which conceived the firm Tagansky style: straight up to the hall, smartness of the character, a different side to the image, “alive” music and songs - short rhythmic songs, like you want to sing.
The plot of the vistavi is conveyed in words. The gods, who have descended to earth, are joking, wanting only good people. Ale, as if z'yasovuєtsya, instill in the soul of good people evil and periodically remake. These are deep and serious thoughts given in a light, thinned, sometimes satirical form.
The basis for the plot of Bertolt Brecht's poem was the duality of our material world: good spirits turn to zhorstok vchinkiv, the desire to do good works, "the wrath of the lot", in the words of T. Mann, becomes "far-sighted kindness." So, the gods give Shen Ti a gift, but for a new kindness, a person is guilty of crying out the truth about the lights and spiritual suffering, you need to be hard and hard for an hour, so that you can live and give the opportunity to live to others. Shen Te is the birth of the world of duality, for her there is no other way, how to live according to the laws of yoga, she does not break the rules of the gri. The axis of the star is ironically and indulgently setting up to her gods, the axis of the star is able to “regulate” for the appearance of the “shadow” incarnation of Shen Te – the cousin of Shuya Ta.
What kind of visnovok can be a peep out of Brecht's parable? The light is twofold, and, then, the zhorstok_st is required to be taken as a gift? Are people suffering from suffering and pessimism? Ni. Bertolt Brecht, Yury Lyubimov and the actors of the Theater on Tagants should show the understanding that only a little reason and a strong control, having shown their “shadow”, a hard cob, will help to save the jealousy between good and evil. Rozum and intellect are the only streak of a person in the world of duality. Whom the call of the gods has that declaration of the author.
P'sa-parable about the need to establish good by the power of the mind will be daily and timely, as long as there is material light. The axis of why mayzhe 50 years not go off the stage performance, which united the theater of B. Brecht's thoughts and the theater of the form of Yu. Lyubimov, becoming a visitor to the Theater on Tagantsi.
Director - Yuri Lyubimov
Music - Boris Khmelnitsky, Anatoly Vasiliev
The performance employs artists:
Maria Matveyeva, Oleksiy Grabbe, Anatoly Vasilyev, Galina Trifonova, Ivan Rizhikov, Larisa Maslova, Dmytro Visotsky, Vladislav Malenko, Timur Badalbeyli, Anastasia Kolpikova, Tetyana Sidorenko, Felix Antipov, Polina Nechitailo, Sergiy Trifonov and Yuliya Kuvarzina.
Trivality vistavi - 2 years 45 hvilin.
