rehearsal time. today

old cloth, thread.
when I read the Diary of Nijinsky my heart broken ...
in the play almost media is not, we have deliberately refused, or rather play did not want. The play always knows, just you have to feel, hear,  it always displays on the only right way. Just need patience. The play did not want  two years, it was just lying in a file on my computer ... and then we won a grant from the Ministry of Culture of Russia in support of modern drama. And we had to dive into the era in Nijinsky in Diaghilev, in ballet ... and now I am very grateful to the Ministry. During this meeting with Nijinsky. Now it has become to me like Kafka or Dostoevsky, my very mine, he was in the cells of the bone marrow ...


rehearsal time. today

premiere

Finally decided on the day of the premiere, May 17 at 19:00

There is a lot of work, but in general all is ready. Now we work on the external appearance of the play, grinding, honing. Thanks Sergei Burlaku for manual work today

Irina Kharina for the excellent article in the Journal "Komsomolsk"

Only when we opened the magazine and saw the author  Olga, standing with apple (right), in the same (!), which we use in the play, such as the one we left in December at his tomb




we realized that there are no coincidences ...
Thanks to Olga Kosheleva for questions today, she listened carefully our answers that we took that as a good sign, too. And today, realizing that extremely tired from months of work seven days a week, we decided to take a day off tomorrow, just breathe, gain strength to leap is the finish line - to the premiere.

Yegor

I was, I am, I will. No one can break this chain. It lasts forever. After all, we have always been and always will be. Before we came to earth, we were in a different place. We do not remember. We will always no matter what happens to our body. Indeed, our body is not us. One may ask the question - why? I will answer this question. We are mind. And the mind can move from the body to body. This is evidenced by Bernard Noel in the Book of Forgetting We  have only one life, and this life is NEXT one after another. There is only one  thing that we can understand: we have always been and always will be.

Yegor Frolov sent a beginning of his essay. Actually, maybe it is all the essay. I liked that. Yegor is 9 years old, the play "I Am" is his first big show in the theater. Except for "Dominant of expectations, where he appeared on the KnAM's stage with her mother, Olga Gromova, in the stomach (by the time Olga Karchevskaya, the main performance hero already had a son, and we need, really need a dress with an inner gift as a symbol of creativity .

Yesterday after the show

Moments that we want to capture in memory. Sonia came to the show, sister of Gosha and a student of universitet of arts. We all eagerly awaited her return one day ... and she was back! Alived! My favorite! She returned, although the doctors shook their heads and lowered their eyes ...



The play did not blast off, be sure to come out some technical pins, we need of time for process of moving,  sometimes I thoughts of complexity of this work and I have desire to quit flashing and not engage in honing.


So, it all started with brocken the phone of  Dmitriev. Then something happened with iPod and Volodia did not read Noel, then the dough came out of the banks and no longer hold the form so that stuck to  hands and face, and did not want to go away, but actors must take cameras iPad and iPhones, and hands in white mess! It was like horror!



TV has filled dough



exactly as it should - the dough was wild and unmanageable, it finally dough life of itself, actually, as well wanted to watch, it was very interesting!



Gosh did not join in time, too, and this created an unnecessary temporal chaos



But he was able to quietly draw (usually he painted very loud), and he almost did not go, was quiet



Alexey Sorokin came http://kna.europaplus.ru/index.php?go=Djs&cat=1&dj=1251
and gave not only two photos in KnAM collection, mmmm ...






not just two amazing reviews on the wall of Facebook, "Coffee. dimness. Smiles. Desire to live. Good. Happiness. Guess, where I am? :)" and

"KnAM. I am. Very strong. Thank you very much for these emotions!"

but this one touching bamboo




Dasha, the daughter of Lena, left drawing in the notebook




Spectators came from Khabarovsk gave these hyacinths, aroma that filled the entire theater today ...
That's it all. Now switch to Nijinsky. No going back. In late May...