Dance with wreaths

The scandal around Akhedzhakova is designed - the “public” is outraged by words that the actress did not utter from the stage of “Contemporary”. We publish a real text

“I have nothing to make excuses for ... We are on the way,” Viktor Ryzhakov told the “new” when we asked him what he was thinking about what was happening around the “contemporary”.

From the moment the “Russian officers” complained to the theater at the Prosecutor General and the City Hall, a scandal is raging around the play “First Bread”. Yesterday, the building on clean ponds “decorated” mourning wreaths. On July 23, on the day of the premiere of the “first bread”, they brought to the Serbs Theater, strong young people in T -shirts with the inscription “Naturals here are lonely” and the posters “Caution the theater collapse”. Out of nowhere, cameras ran, “passers -by” turned on the record on the phones. All without delay was leaked on the network.

The scandal around the premiere was prepared and was launched under the curtain of the season; An insult to veterans with a text that does not sound from the stage is proof of this.

“Russian officers” in their letter rely on the author’s text that is not amended by the theater. We give an option accepted during rehearsals.

Early morning. A large wasteland, in the center of which is a chapel, once there was a cemetery, but everyone who buried people in this cemetery also died, so it was equal to the ground. In some places crosses stick out lonely, someone found his deceased and stuck a mark there, although maybe a couple of meters were mistaken, maybe they put a cross on their grave, maybe someone else was lying there, but so calmer. On the one hand, there are gypsy houses, behind the wasteland - a bakery. Nuria walks along the wasteland, smokes, drinks cognac, followed by a boy.

Nuria. At least they left the fence. Will the deceased scatter? And these on graves are baked straight. The last time came here twenty years ago. Come on, let's sniff, where is our grave? ( I went to one of the crosses ).

Well, how to call you? Bilibin Konstantin Makarovich. Well, who are you so necessary, Bilibin? Are you bilibin there or not bilibin? I don’t even remember where I am buried in, but here you are like that - Bilibin. This show is with you: guess the dead man. Salimhan? Where are you here? Bilibin, let's lie here calmly, okay? Some kind of chapel, no, well, even if the chapel, in the end, even if there will be a chapel. Salimhan! Hear, no? In short, you hear. I’m guilty of here, or something, that you lived little, and I live a lot? Not to blame? Well, that's it. I knew, knew that everything was rushing here? They took the cemetery rolled. Were they not afraid of the tractors here to cheat everything? Their level, of course. In general, I have other plans, okay? You left us. And I didn't leave you. We arrived in Russia, and here you are worse. How to quit you? You lived little. And he died for a long time. And I forgot you. Just do not be offended, I'm not up to it. In general, I will not lie down next to you, I need to go to the well. Here. I drink cognac for you. Listen, what a shitty cognac. Well, I'm sorry, they don’t sell normal drunks in the morning, there was a cho in the stall, then I took it. ( He walks along the wasteland, sings some melodies. He approaches another cross ).

Fumkin Semen Semenych. Listen, and I remember you. No, I personally don’t remember, but I remember your old monument, so you are this, the hero seems to be for sure, yes! Well, you fought in our great, the most domestic. You had something about it about it: “For the defense of Kyiv”, “For the defense of the Caucasus”, medals, right? Well, hero, rolled you here? Has he encouraged there? He defended our calmness. And where is it now - our calm? Distracted, huh? Okay, I'm sorry, Semen Semenych. All Taldychats so that our children live in peace and do not see war. No, we don’t see her, of course, there seems to be no war, but for some reason she still has something. How tired of you! How tired of you! Tired! ( Silence. ) Semenych, you don’t be offended, I'm drunk simple. I have this form of existence. ( Silence .) In short, did you understand, Salimhan? I will not lie nearby. I'm in the well. All. I'm leaving. Lie Heroes, do not get up.

It goes along the wasteland towards the bakery.

This scene of Leah Akhedzhakova plays as if she is Lear, lost between the past and the present, lost, miserable, crushed by pain.

And in social networks she is readily declared crazy. And the comments of the situation seemed to belong to people who have not graduated from high school. Neither Yuri Bondarev, nor Viktor Nekrasov, nor Vasil Bykov, nor Viktor Astafyev, nor Daniil Granin were read.

Rinata Tashimov, the author of the play, before them, of course, is like to the moon, but this is not the point. The bottom line is that in the entire Russian military prose there is a merciless truth in war, a trenched lieutenant truth produced by blood. It is much more tough and cruel than the one that wounds custom -made insults today.

If you now transfer at least the “battalions ask for fire”, at least “my lieutenant”, even “Sotnikov” on the stage - this will be material for the disturbances of the regular “patriots”!

For their screams about disrespect for the defenders of the Fatherland, about the distortion of our history. And then to whom to write a complaint about the classics of the Soviet era, those who dared to say about military experience without varnishing - the apostle Peter?

How to go to the Prosecutor General, read our literature.