Today she has been dressed surprisingly modestly - in a grey cape with cuts for hands.
Necessarily, - I have told.
Our Performance, - the director spoke, - is not an art part as sometimes believe, and, more likely, synthesis of all arts.
Anything similar was not before, unless at the beginning of a civilisation when music, the word, movement were a single
whole. I see in it deep sense: we repeat that has already been found by mankind, but at other level - having selected the
best, integrally having alloyed it in Performance and having created thereby the certain higher and, probably, absolute of
existing forms of art.
The director has given a grunt in a glass. The director has darted at its not clear glance.
The adviser eating at once from two plates stewed meat with mushrooms, has uttered a gastric voice: - I personally without
Performances cannot, - and was absorbed in a sauce.
Your opinion, Pavel, would be extremely interesting, - the director has addressed to me.
All have stared hard at me.
In general it was pleasant to me, - I have cautiously begun. - it is realistic. Brightly.
Action grasps - have not time to ponder.
In your words it is heard big "but", - the director has moved apart lips - has smiled.
The adviser has not informed meat to a mouth. Sauce dripped. Elga has whispered to me in an ear: - Well, speak, Pavel...
I a cheek felt its breath. It seemed to me that all of them from me wait for something.
The hall has suddenly forked, as in the faulty TV. Both images podrozhali and slowly, were hardly combined.
I pomotal a head. At me looked.
Yes, - I have confirmed. - forgive for frankness. I see the big danger in your Performances.