Melting trace

Memory of Roman Viktyuk

Viktyuk knew how.

Throw a jacket on the back of the chair in the theater and the abyss.

- Where is Roman Grigoryevich?!

- He is here, he, nearby, came out ...

And he is already in Riga, leads a rehearsal.

To take anyone used to be used - “Hell's Garden”, “Handoys”, “Ferdinando” - and to make at least “Contemporary”, even “satirikon” on the scenes, even the youth on the fountain of such magic that neither participants nor the audience will never forget this.

Scream at rehearsals from the hall on stage: “Genius! Brilliant !!! "

And to inspire the average artist to the possibilities of good, and good to the previously unimaginable heights.

The skepticism of his colleagues was parallel to him: he lived with his world.

No matter how sorry, oddly enough, when he finally received the right to put, what he wants - the theater of Roman Viktyuk - he seemed to have forgotten the “Cockerel Word”, which turned his performances into events. It happens. The role of the owner is not intended for everyone; Sometimes she takes a fate. It seems to me that the fate was uncomfortable inexhaustibility, incorrectness, the need to conquer its own from the world and the century. When he gained the opportunity to gain the troupe, which he wanted, to determine the repertoire and so on, when he became comfortable to work, something left the stage. Difficultly predicted in words.

He did not perform camming outs at any time, but also did not work to hide his orientation (it was only worth looking at the premiere’s hall), he fantastically knew how to work with actresses, to turn the most ordinary people into a holiday of female and stage irrationality.

He played the magician, and began to play to the point that he became him. A fur coat, rings, variegated jackets do not count. He knew how to scresh the space of the stage to the point that traces of movements - internal, including, did not have time to melt in him. Roman Viktyuk owned the elements of a strange, not exhausted by words; The outline of the secret in its best performances was not just knowledge of nature, the ability of insight. That is why it will remain a phenomenon.

Our long-standing interview began like this.

- You have 15 minutes while I finish tea.

An hour later he asked:

- Ask more!

And he gave out a formula, much, in my opinion, absorbing in his gift:

- I am not interested in the reflection of the columns in the water, I am interested in ripples going on the water under the wind. Art for me is this ripples.

Now he is where it can be discussed with many.