Joan of Arc. This name has long been a symbol, as well as the image of its owner.

She is mystical and beautiful, pure and kind, an example of morality and impeccability of faith - burned at the stake. She is a girl who managed not only to lead the army, but almost reach the victory. And, undoubtedly, reach out to immortality.

And this plastic spectacle - the Mass - is about it. Not so much about the image as about the real living Jeanne.

What was it like? What time did she live?

In the scenery, in the music - the plot is hidden. He seems to shyly peep out of the mise en scene and, at the same time, is so clearly read in every movement of actors, in their facial expressions and gestures.

And, perhaps, because the "speech" of a time bloody and ruthless is perceived so easily, and it seems so voluminous and very modern.

And among the black and scarlet canvases, amid the incredible mixture of these colors with white, with images of poverty and hostility, when everyone who thinks differently - is being destroyed - flashes a bright comet.

Like the embodiment of human hope for a better life, devoid of wars and deaths.

Born to go to the stake. To become a legend. To make your example reflect on the value of life.