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Behind the iron curtain
There are no such anniversaries. After 50 years, through another system, through totalitarianism, through perestroika, through democracy, through the spilled sea of fascism. Through the Gorbachev lawns, through the Yeltsin flower beds - right into the Putin desert, where the TV spits the bile, like a camel, and Egyptian executions are falling from the sky. Putin speaks with a planet from a nuclear cloud, like the god of Savaof, and he has a serpent in his press secretaries.
Our idols survived their time and their ideals. Here is a poster. Another candidate for anniversaries: Moscow Art Theater. So he holds a charity performance in favor of the Crimea so that the colorades do not request back. Imagine the horror of Oleg Efremov. Yes, he would rather have his own theater. And there now the ball is ruled, if not Satan, then Oleg Tabakov with his signature, as with a cainian seal. Angels do not even need to seal anyone - there is the Internet, and the Tabakov signature will go to the descendants. An ordinary story: "Blessed, who has matured in time."
Our Taganka is not and will never be again. Against the background of black thunderclouds - blue lightning. Yuri Lyubimov. A mountain leopard with a soft voice and a heavy hand. And, of course, with a violent mane, which is now completely graying, and I still remember another coloring, in 1966, when I became a novice of the Taganka, and Yuri Petrovich went out to bow.
The poor "bitch children" who tried to argue with Lyubimov when he was able to return to the country, and ingloriously split the theater! There were never their Tagans, only the Communists Gubenko tried to hold red vernissages there instead of performances. And we must regret the unfortunate poor people who will try to play in the building with this fatal and great name, whether they are at least all commissar and malepine. Taganka is the place where Yuri Lyubimov, no matter how the room is divided.
Remember how the new building was taken away, where in the "three sisters" evil and ironically opened windows for Moscow and three durars were proposed to look at the place where they strive, and the most stupid of the sisters, Irina, also proclaimed that she wanted to be a worker, and it sounded in our "proletarian state" as a slap in the field of Soviet propaganda. And the famous Chekhov regiment under the command of Vershinin was distinctly similar to the Soviet army, and it smelled from it not with waltzes, but a drill, militarism and occupation of Eastern Europe. Input for troops into Czechoslovakia in 1968 it smelled of him ...
Is it really not clear to all critics and all the rebels that the building can be taken away, the troupe can be divided as you like, but the genius and meaning of the Taganka in Lyubimov. And in Vysotsky, because his gift coincided in the direction of Lyubimovsky. After all, this gift of Taganka is by the block: "The banner expanded by the wind. The promised spring."
Taganka is not Kukish in his pocket, as Alexander Zinoviev wrote in “gaping altitudes”: “Theater on a Citizen”, toothless protest. This is for the deserter Zinoviev, who left the theater in Sheremetyevo and became a traitor and an imperial in Paris, the protest was toothless. And I went to the stage from the Taganka and returned after the deadline - and, of course, not only me.
Taganka was the directorial theater, and the actors had to obey the inspired Demiurge-Lyubimov, who created this world. Strict, inexorable, fair God. God-father. While Lyubimov was, there was a creation, there was a holy spirit. And without Lyubimov there could be neither one nor the other. Without Lyubimov, the theater immediately went to the hell, and the lonely Lyubimov managed to put (with the actors there!) “Prince Igor”, where he revealed the true face of both the prince-patriot, and his Yaroslavna, like the fierce imperialists and militarists, are no better than the Polovtsy, again, they cut off part of Borodin?! What does not need a genius for his plan is cut off with scissors of fate.
The meaning of the Taganka is a direct call for rebellion against the Soviet regime. Rebellion. Terrorist attack. No wonder these portraits hung in the lobby: Brecht, Meyerhold, Vakhtangov, Mayakovsky. Rough, visible social and political protest plus zongi. Symbolism of productions. Festive, magical element of a fairy tale. And finally, Mayakovsky: death and gloomy denial of Soviet being. "I want to be understood by my country, but I will not understand, - well, I will go on my own country, how the oblique rain passes." This is not only Mayakovsky. This is a desperate crush of Taganka, this is Lyubimov’s voice. Yes, his experience will be taught, books will write, they will review the recorded performances. Two hundred years, five hundred years. But he didn’t want this. He wanted to save. He knew how to save. But the country did not know how to escape. "I drink for a ruined house, for my evil life ... because the world is cruel and rude, for the fact that God has not saved" (Anna Akhmatova). Yes, if Lyubimov did not save, then God will not save. And you say: the rights of the actors. One right: to lie down in the plan of the Creator. To be a soldier in the army of the great commander. Execute the order. “And if you don’t catch lead in the chest, you catch the medal on the chest for courage” (Vladimir Vysotsky).
Yes, Lyubimov had laughs, Jabrailov, Slavin, Shatskaya, Zolotukhin and Filatov, Demidov and Alexander Trofimov. But he had one Vysotsky, and Lyubimov was considered with him. The Creator recognized the Creator.
Poor censors, poor curators, ill -fated Philip Bobkov! They felt that something should be prohibited, but did not know what. And they clung to individual remarks. And it was necessary to close the entire theater, from where freedom streams in Moscow. Torn by force, from a throat stolen with a grate. Yes, and hidden in symbols. Forbidden reality. It was necessary to break through to her, Lyubimov had to understand, overcome the shell in order to get a nut. Spectators became partners, accomplices, agent of freedom.
Why will the Taganka never be? Because for such freedom you need a grill and an iron curtain. And not only in the theater. Seton-tompson in the novel "Royal Analostanka" has an explanation: "... The milk has not at all the taste when you can go and lacam from a saucer as much as you like. It is necessary to steal it from a tin beadon, when the stomach from hunger and thirst, otherwise it will not be addicted-it is not milk, and only." And then, when the audience, who varnished Tagan milk, like hungry street cats, won in August over the GKChP, this turned out to be a brief nine -year victory.
Together with Putin, a defeat came, and hope does not come twice. And spring returns only in nature. Moscow betrayed Taganka, Moscow went along a bad path. Taganka - it was faith and hatred. Hatred remained, but there is no more faith. For the temple of fate collapsed. The temple of fate was our faith in the people. We received in the Crimea and then in Moscow a terrible evidence of the falsity of our faith. Last proof.
So on the anniversary of Taganka you can only congratulate Yuri Lyubimova. Thanks to him for the night, full of fire. And for a gloomy morning we answer only we.