THEATRICAL NOVEL
THEATRICAL NOVEL
50min.
Director: Lyuba Todorova
Set and costumes: Antonia Sokolova
Photographer: Keti Raikova, Petur Nedyalkov
Composer: Ilko Birov
Performers: Yana Zajkova, Manuela Minkova, Nikolaj Ganchev, Dimitur Vasilev, Dimitur Krumov
Set and costumes: Antonia Sokolova
Photographer: Keti Raikova, Petur Nedyalkov
Composer: Ilko Birov
Performers: Yana Zajkova, Manuela Minkova, Nikolaj Ganchev, Dimitur Vasilev, Dimitur Krumov
THEATRICAL NOVEL
by Mikhail Bulgakov
Director: Lyuba Todorova
Scenography and costumes: Antonia Sokolova
Photographer: Keti Raykova, Petar Nedyalkov
Composer: Ilko Birov
Actors: Yana Zaikova, Manuela Minkova, Nikolay Ganchev, Dimitar Vasilev, Dimitar Krumov
If you get into the theater, it seems to you that you are something more than other people: stronger, more ingenious, more humane, more necessary, more sensitive. You forget yourself, you are driven by the ambition to be an artist at all costs and you quickly fall between the cogwheels of the theater machinery, which always wants its own and never what you want. And then the deformation occurs - involuntary, mostly unconscious, but also unchangeable - of the poetic character that got into the theater. Nothing is as it was in your eyes when you first stepped behind the scenes. Moreover, nothing is as it should be.
It is already in us, "it will develop and suck us" - both today and at the time when Bulgakov began to put his unfinished "Theatrical Novel" on paper. But when the author reaches for death through the hand of his character Sergey Leontievich Maksudov, and only because of failure in art, something special happens...
The length of life begins to scroll strangely and reminds of something else:
"The theater is in semi-darkness. I stand by the ramp. I watch as the artist Aurora Gosier walks around the spinning circle with the ruler, touching it gently to the floor. Gosier's blond hair flares as if on fire as she leans toward the end of the ramp, then goes out and it becomes like ashes. And I think that everything that is happening now, that drags on so painfully, everything will have its end..."
by Mikhail Bulgakov
Director: Lyuba Todorova
Scenography and costumes: Antonia Sokolova
Photographer: Keti Raykova, Petar Nedyalkov
Composer: Ilko Birov
Actors: Yana Zaikova, Manuela Minkova, Nikolay Ganchev, Dimitar Vasilev, Dimitar Krumov
If you get into the theater, it seems to you that you are something more than other people: stronger, more ingenious, more humane, more necessary, more sensitive. You forget yourself, you are driven by the ambition to be an artist at all costs and you quickly fall between the cogwheels of the theater machinery, which always wants its own and never what you want. And then the deformation occurs - involuntary, mostly unconscious, but also unchangeable - of the poetic character that got into the theater. Nothing is as it was in your eyes when you first stepped behind the scenes. Moreover, nothing is as it should be.
It is already in us, "it will develop and suck us" - both today and at the time when Bulgakov began to put his unfinished "Theatrical Novel" on paper. But when the author reaches for death through the hand of his character Sergey Leontievich Maksudov, and only because of failure in art, something special happens...
The length of life begins to scroll strangely and reminds of something else:
"The theater is in semi-darkness. I stand by the ramp. I watch as the artist Aurora Gosier walks around the spinning circle with the ruler, touching it gently to the floor. Gosier's blond hair flares as if on fire as she leans toward the end of the ramp, then goes out and it becomes like ashes. And I think that everything that is happening now, that drags on so painfully, everything will have its end..."
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почивен ден - неделя