Grigory Kozlov's Romeo and Juliet has two authors: William Shakespeare and Boris Pasternak. The verse mints tragedy. The performance is graphic, like an engraving, black and white, like words on paper. A story with only two colors. White and black world without halftones and shades. Good and evil, sun and cold, love and death, today and never.
Plague in Italy, plague in Verona. And people want to live, fall in love, marry, raise children, grow old and die with family and friends. Openwork weaving of walls, warm dawn sun, freshly cut flowers, plucking of guitar strings - everyone wants to live in peace and harmony.
But there will be no peace. The war in Verona, quiet, merciless and wicked like a plague. No one remembers how the mutual hatred of families began, the senseless protracted enmity has tired everyone, but they cannot stop. The monk will desperately try to return peace to Verona, but will only launch a new chain of deaths: Mercutio, Tybalt, Paris, Romeo, Juliet. The lives of the young, sincere, sensitive, courageous - real will end on the rise. Children - heirs, the hope of families, the future of Verona will pay for the stupidity of the fathers. The openwork of the gratings will turn into a blank wall, the warm sand - ashes. There will be no peace. There is no future.
