HAMLET Story - SAMIThe SAMi project (Commonwealth of Actors, Musicians and ...) does not need advertising! As soon as they announce the date of the performance, tickets are sold out in a matter of days! And the other day, on March 10, on the stage of the Svetlanov Hall in the House of Music again "HAMLET Story" Back in October, we watched this production in an unusual club version (which was realized due to the current conditions and is unlikely to be repeated) and shot a video about it! Director Natalya Semyonova, actors Alexei Kravchenko and Sergei Chonishvili tell us about modern Hamlets and the search for an answer to the eternal question.
"Today I am very willing to dispose of my Sabbath. And, if Ninka is not capricious, I will dispose of my life. "
Girls loved foreigners.
She sells love for money, better - for currency. He knows all the entrances and exits to hotels where Europeans settle. He is afraid of the police persecution ...
And she connected her life with a real bandit. She fell in love with an "adult and tall man with two golden teeth, a dreamer and a criminal".
In the difficult post-war years in Moscow there were so many. They lived in communal apartments, drank, but hoped for a better life.
"First, they were playing candy wrappers in a parlor with chimneys. And then the romance left the podvoroten thieves. "
The story of love of one of them was told in his play by Vladimir Vysotsky.
"Well, and the trouble with this Ninkoy, she slept with the whole of the Horde!" With such sleep, who would want? And I do not care, I really want to! "
The country heals wounds, exhausted people return from the battlefields of the Great Patriotic War. Those who did not wait for the father or son from the war were burning.
There are a lot of Vysotsky's songs in the play.
"They looked around, woke up, drank, then sobered up. And those who waited, those who did not want to cry, wept. "
Where does the dream end and reality begin? Where does life end and art begins? He himself was never able to tell where his pretense ends and sincerity begins.
But even great psychologists can not understand where genius ends and madness begins.
Moody, hysterical, eccentric to insanity. Nobody so loved to attract attention.
Kiss, kiss it from head to foot, from the big toes on the feet through the crown to the heels. All is in love and kindness.
And the only suit worthy of him is the king's clothes. Or the queens. As his highness willed.
The world will have to make room. And it's a big question whether he will keep it.
You can treat it differently, but you can not recognize its genius. He was a genius in the womb of his mother. Who else could create his art from dreams?
Canvas, paints, powerful strokes - so a miracle is born. Thus the chief troublemaker of the tranquility of the inhabitants is born.
But to really soar into heaven, he lacked only her ... The last step to the summit of the world.
Shock. Catharsis. Applause.
English lord became chanson singer. And he is married to a woman, but he loves a man, Comrade Minister. What else will an English gentleman surprise?
But although the heroes have sonorous English names, the performance is about Russian life.
We hold tenders for the production of rubber horseradish. There is an endless advertising of mayonnaise. Glamorous ladies help the Orthodox Church. Tired businessmen fly for the weekend from Moscow to Lazurka and to Courchevel.
A merry comedy directed by Bogomolov about the most striking events in Russian life of the last decade.
Sochi Olympics and guest workers, bandits and their friends deputies, fascism and propaganda of homosexuality, show business stars and modest intellectuals, vices and shrines. A variety of meanings, hints and jokes.
Virtuously used fragments of texts from "The Ideal Husband" and "Portrait of Dorian Gray" Oscar Wilde, Pushkin and Chekhov, even a fragment from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet".
A hot, scandalous and ironic performance. A keen satire on our lives. You will laugh all the time.
Hey-hey, do not pass by! Cafe "Idiot" is ready to open its doors for any visitor. And to glance at the friendly light of this cozy establishment, it is not necessary to be a big admirer of Dostoevsky!
You can not even reconcile the name and work of the great author. Just getting inside, do not be surprised when you swirl a whirlwind of extraordinary, "Dostoevsky", mystical events.
Here you can also look at the huge screen, watching the transformations, all the mysterious meaning of which emphasizes the unusual costumes of the dancers in the style of freak haute couture, and you can try to distinguish one Prince Myshkin from another, oh, maybe even from the third!
But will it be released when he was just Prince, but now he clearly resembles the rebel Rogozhin! And who is this girl? Maybe Nastasya Filippovna? But why are her eyes tied? However, if they were not tied up - she would still not see where her whims and follies lead. And the young man, fussily cleaning the chairs on her way, the new Myshkin ... How touching and sad ....
And how amazingly subtly conveys the absurdity and beauty of what is happening - the path of the fall, which, together with the dancers, the viewer also passes. How bright is the meaning, laid in one of the most difficult novels, in dance, turning into something incredibly close, voluminous and understandable in its sensuality.
So, the visual theater invites you to a dialogue. And only you can tell if he has succeeded in recreating the feelings and images that arise when we open the worn cover of an old book.
I'm not from you, Mom, I'm leaving, I'm leaving the mess.
Snow flakes fall softly and unhurriedly from the sky. White fluffs sweep before my eyes, remain on eyelashes and cool streams flow down the cheeks. And let your life seem unbearable to you, your hands fall down powerlessly. But you promised your mother that you will be strong.
Sometimes it is worth forgetting all the blatant ideas of our civilization and paying attention to what was known to the wildest savages - respect for the mother. Maternal love is a black hole. It absorbs even the most vile and vile things. Lies, betrayal, uneaten breakfast.
When there is no reason for resentment, anything can serve as an excuse. Even semolina porridge. And how else should you behave when you are already pounding your nasty lumps against your throat? Turn around and leave. And it does not matter that it's winter outside, dark and minus thirty. Resentment and anger warm better than sheepskin coats. Sometimes I want it so cold. To the heart - ice, soul - concrete, stone. To look - snow, frost. And sometimes almost it turns out. You already feel this cold in your soul, you wait for it, you are ready for it ... but for some reason your mother looks into your eyes and starts to smile.
Wars are cursed by mothers. Manka is cursed by children.
The thirst for money ... And he offered them to earn easily and quickly.
Under strange circumstances, husband and wife get acquainted with an amazing person.
He learns all the secrets of the family. He pokes his nose where he should not, but no one stops him. They are embarrassed to pull it off.
Why did he charm so clever and educated people?
This prohiday is distinguished by his unceremonious impudence and arrogance, but deftly hides his meanness. In appearance, he is quite frank and benevolent person.
And when he advised them to insure their parents' house in the village, they did not feel threatened. They really love their little estate.
Anything can happen. Lightning can enter the house. Or a fire can spread from neighbors.
But it's not so simple. Their new acquaintance framed them. Now her husband faces imprisonment.
How could a scoundrel do this? Why did they forget about everything except for doubtful benefits?
"To whom you trust, you give a sword in hand. They can protect or destroy you. "
“In elegant sequins you are on the stage, enchant the eyes of a crowd of people! Caramboline! Caramboletta! There is no other beauty like this in the world! ”
Can a modest girl, a simple flower girl, become the star of a musical theater? Yes, even in Paris? She just loved to sing funny songs on the streets of this wonderful city.
She will brilliantly play a major role in the new play. Prime will applaud the audience, shout "Bravo!"
And it all started with her chance acquaintance with representatives of bohemia.
“In Montmartre, the rumble does not cease late at night. There is sleepless fun until the morning. At the hour when before dawn all of Paris fell asleep, dancing and playing in the courgettes were in full swing. ”
Poet, artist and musician. Faithful friends never lose heart. They will be happy to help a novice singer. Especially to the beauty!
But even then she will be able to repay them kindly.
Charming Kalman melodies, an interesting plot, elegant costumes, stormy fun.
“With a tender smile, a little careless, you will captivate everyone’s heart. Caramboline, Caramboletta, at your feet lies a brilliant Paris! ”
"Who are you, my angel is a guardian or an artful tempter: let my doubts decide."
Tatyana's letter ... Such sincere ... She wrote it in French. "She did not know Russian well, she did not read our magazines and explained herself with difficulty in her native language."
Suppose that Onegin did not know French well? He could misunderstand Tatiana, the Russian soul, which is infinitely far away to Onegin.
He and himself are bored. He runs away from himself, travels to different countries, but the hard grip of the spleen does not let him go for a minute.
The whirlwind of a noisy ball in a noble assembly. Only this ball takes place in the snow-covered summer garden, in St. Petersburg.
And where the ball, there is joy and laughter, music and ballet, opera arias and home music making, masks and intrigues.
Or is it not a ball, but a magic dream that Tatiana dreams about? It is possible that she foresees her near future. Very soon she will become a noble lady.
Wherever there was a dear Tatyana, in a native estate of family Larinyh or in huge halls of the Moscow private residence, she dreams of love.
But her chosen one is not the romantic hero she invented herself.
Onegin did not live up to her expectations.
So he went through life past her ... "And happiness was so possible, so close."
Love can begin with tenderness, with affable looks, or maybe with opposition.
A noisy woman came to the resort. He sings songs, you see, prevents others from resting. And what if she and after sixty temperaments - even more than enough?
Who pacifies her, restless? Of course, the head doctor. That's the problem he fell!
They will argue, quarrel a little, they will talk, and there, you see, two lonely souls and find common ground ...
When an actor takes on such a genre as a "solo performance", based on the work of Dostoevsky ... all the action turns into a kind of ritual.
Cleansing, confessional, full of subtle soul harmonies, which can not be ignored or denied.
Is it possible to save a person? Someone will say unambiguous "yes", someone will notice "everything depends on the situation". But for the hero of this confession - she herself is an instrument for the salvation of another person, close and dear to him. He seems to sacrifice himself, trying to save the one that, it would seem, can not be saved.
And now confession right in front of the dead hall turns into a real song of love. Love is doomed and at the same time filled with almost insane hope. And it is from her that prayer is born. The only one able to save the hero, whose soul is wounded by inconsolable grief and despair. Does he believe in words that he whispers in desperate silence?
And the space around him - meager and meager according to circumstances, only emphasizes this doomed hopelessness. His despair and insane tenderness, his hope, the last turning into a mysterious song. Which is sure to find a response in any soul that will hear it.
And after hearing it, it is worth stopping and thinking about the fact that life is still finite and often it happens that it breaks off suddenly. So should we lose important and precious moments of life?