Surgery, thoughtful ...

It is so wonderful that everyone, except for the notorious enemies of Russia, had a heart. Or at least beating stronger.

On a giant stage (or arena?) In Sochi - Russia. Its great culture, the most grandiose, its most magnificent achievements. Malevich, Kandinsky, Shagal, Diaghilev, Rachmaninov, Anna Pavlova, Alexander Blok, Tsvetaeva, Akhmatova, Mayakovsky, Yesenin, Solzhenitsyn ...

Yes, you can’t list everyone.

This grand performance was staged by the Swiss, Daniela Finzi Pask. In Russian, and indeed theatrical productions of many countries, he was not a newcomer-he put something Chekhov, and Aida, and Pajatsev, and “Dialogues with a dream”, and “noble defeated”, and much more. He is a director, a choreographer, a writer, and even a clown. In a word, on the staged affairs he ate a dog.

However, in Sochi, a grandiose bummer occurred with him. He picked up such illustrations for the Sochi PR show that, as the selection, the most tragic, most broken by the state of fate lined up in front of us. Those by the state, to which we all have the honor to belong and the head of which was not like involuntary tears of delight, looking at this magnificent, conquering sight.

Let me remind you: Sergei Rakhmaninov once emigrated from Soviet Russia, that is, he took his legs in time, like Kandinsky, Anna Pavlova, and Tsvetaeva, and Shagal. Non-emigrant Alexander Blok died in 1921, suffocating in the airless space of a crucified country, turning over a couple of Soviet years from a healthy man, an idol of all reading Russia into a mentally broken seriously ill person. Sergei Diaghilev, who lived from his homeland in the distance, here in Russia, one of the two brothers, Valentine, was shot in Solovki in 1929 in a fabricated case, and the second, Yuri, was repressed. Marina Tsvetaeva, returning to the tormented homeland, finished life in a loop, her husband Sergei Efron was shot, and her daughter was arrested. Anna Akhmatova hostage was a son, a many-year prisoner of the Gulag, and in 1946, Zhdanova herself was subjected to unheard of ostracism, reproach and insults. Yesenin also finished life in a loop, and Mayakovsky put a bullet in his forehead.

I have not forgotten any of the flashes in this show?

So here it is, it means, it was not a show, but a Russian martyrologist. For some reason, furnished only as a holiday, fun, bright, with sparkles, fireworks, scattering lights and other attributes. Ay and Daniela Finzi Pasque, well, the people had amused, well, he instilled pride in our hearts for the murdered Russian culture ...

We did not learn anything like that, how to be proud of. Yes, perhaps, have fun. The bastards of delight, piles of laughter, piles of glist - and happiness, happiness, happiness!