A unique opportunity to hear the great poetry and prose of the Russian diaspora performed by Oleg Menshikov, Vladimir Andreev, leading artists of the Ermolovsky Theater.
Familiar names and poems. Forgotten names and forgotten poems. Great Russian poetry and prose written far from the Motherland. The first wave of emigration that arose after 1917: Georgi Ivanov, Marina Tsvetaeva, Sasha Cherny, Zinaida Gippius, David Burliuk, Vyacheslav Khodasevich, Ivan Bunin, Vladimir Nabokov ...
Outlaws from Russia, having lost relatives, the Motherland, support and support, they received in return the right of creative freedom.
Paris, Berlin, Prague, Belgrade, Sofia, New York ...
How did they live, what they thought about, where they sought inspiration? How do their works sound today and what do they mean to us today, living in a different rhythm, different concerns? What helped them in difficult circumstances to create immortal works, which today, after a century, make us listen, think, wonder and empathize?
In the notebook once verses are rewritten. We carry it with us, sometimes we look, we re-read. Or forget about him forever. Or we remember, only accidentally stumbling upon these, once written sheets. But poems are always with us, they arise, even sometimes you do not know where. Our performance is poetry, uniting people of different generations, arising from books, scattered leaflets, from scraps, from the depths of memory, from the void ...
"... Only someone to someone from the platform bowed in the night blue, only slightly glittered crown on my unfortunate head." Any emptiness will be filled sooner or later. Poetry is a trembling heart, music of soul strings and many tears. Left and became empty ... Left, left an orphan a huge country. They took their poems with them. They wanted to live in a country where Pushkin and Lermontov would live to eighty, where the intelligentsia do not need to swim across the ocean in order to be saved. They could not stay at home. It was necessary to leave, so as to look at the fatherland from the side. Leave to be able to freely create and breathe. Their poems are air for the lungs, oxygen for the blood. What price did they pay for creative freedom? The loss of relatives, friends, and their country ... "Longing for home! Long exposure, it's all the same to me - where it's all alone to be ..." These lines are written with such pain and suffering. It's more than just words. They have special dimensions. The destinies of the great Russian poets ... We praise them, but we do not protect them. Why do you need to die in order to sound at the top of your voice? Now through years and boundaries we hear their voices. It's as clear and clear as ever. Because there is no space and time for emptiness ...
Excellent production, a successful selection of poems and excerpts from diaries - just a few strokes you draw a color and an anguished moan of Russian literary abroad. The performance does not last long, without intermission, but it is quite enough - you do not get tired and at the same time you leave filled.
I liked the performance very much, in one breath, without stirring. It fascinates everyone: from the first minute to the finale. The play with positive energy motivates us to recall the work of forgotten poets. Golovina Svetlana in the image of Zinaida Gippius - the most powerful impression, just "Bravo!" Young actors are beautiful, Menshikov is a talent, and maybe even a genius, not only does not overshadow them, but, on the contrary, gives them an impulse to reveal their "I". In general, I believe that the Ermolova Theater is now one of the best drama theaters in Moscow.
We watched this wonderful performance on May 26. I liked the production and the play of actors. Very unusual and fascinating action. On one breath. Pleased with the young actors and of course the Masters. (With a capital letter)