woman's voice):
Oh, really, I'm surprised,
Where did the courage go?
Like a bird in the sky I fly,
But only in dreams, in life – opal.
As if the sky is angry,
Left the young ladies without a pair.
The Canon of husbands was courteous to us,
Now we have lost the spell
Left on their own,
For a rare case of fun.
Tired to complain about the fate,
The head was replaced by the power.
Alexander coughs, tired of speaking in a thin female voice, furiously folds the fan and throws it backstage on his nerves.
She casually pulls off these feminine garments and wipes her face.
He is, to put it mildly, dissatisfied.
ALEXANDER (in a rage, in his own voice): There are a lot of people in the troupe. Actresses sit idle, so no, the Director saw some of his own zest in dressing up a man as a young lady. (As emotionally as possible, pulling off the remnants of outfits, wiping the Marafet from the face) What should I do with my voice? With your belly? (he shakes his stomach with his hands.) It's not very clear what happened here. I had to not eat for a month, and what is most offensive – not to drink!
Artist – do not drink! Can you imagine what it's like? This is crazy! This constant transformation of learning roles, a change of scenery, environment and even time! The emotional state from the frying pan into the fire. And I don't have to drink? And then here on the stage to play a secular young lady and a gentle, not squeaky voice to release thin, pliable passes to representatives of the Palace intelligentsia? I'm ready to run them down with my bare hands, because they sneer at me, and I'm here in this rags anneal… And at the same time, I need to be playful, high-minded, moderately frivolous, but still high-minded young lady with them.
He puts his hands on his hips and exhales hopelessly.
ALEXANDER (somewhat distantly): Business…
The Director's annoyed voice is heard through the megaphone (a businesslike, not too positive voice in the recording): is something wrong, Alexander? We can find a replacement for you, if everything is so fundamental!
ALEXANDER (apologetically, making excuses, looking for the Director in the audience): No,no, it's all right! I agreed to this. And lost weight and prepared… This is all true… a moment of weakness. Stress comes out. It seems to be out, we can continue. (After a short pause, changing his tone) Excuse me. (Somewhere behind the scenes) Bring a fan, please.
The music for ballroom accompaniments corresponding to the time of the episode is played again.
Alexander reluctantly pulls on ladies ' outfits.
ZTM.
6 SCENE. REVELATION
Dim lighting.
Alexander weary gait goes on stage in his. In ordinary everyday clothes, without makeup, hairstyles, as I used to go in everyday life.
Tired, good smiles.
ALEXANDER (somewhat abjectly):
Here the troupe dispersed… and the Director left the theater.
I'm here alone now, as often in the evening.
Yes, not always successful, but still an innovator,
Not so the soul trembles when people are crowded around.
He sits on the stage floor and looks around the room with a warm, kind smile.
ALEXANDER (heartfelt, from himself): I'm so tired of playing other people's roles… living other people's lives. I gave so much energy, effort… left so many other people's emotions here on the stage… I miss my life so much, the moments when I don't have to play… When I – I! And this almost never happens. The rehearsal, the game, the circumstances in which I, (addressing the audience) like all of You, have to play certain roles. The role of father, mother, husband, son, friend, girlfriend, mistress, and so on…
You know… there are a lot of people… people who like to live other people's lives. That's right love! They like to stick their nose everywhere, which is not very desirable for a visit. They try to command, or manipulate other people's lives…, teach and teach everywhere, especially when no one asks them to. Especially when no one needs it. There are people… who just can't… they just don't know how to live their own lives… Most often, only because they simply do not have their own life as such. Either because it failed, or because, for some reason, their lives just ended. It happens. I don't judge, but rather sympathize. Anything can happen. .. it also happens that life is over, but the person still exists. And he has no choice but to meddle in other people's lives, to live other people's lives…
What I want to say… Perhaps such people… They would be able to bring great benefit to society not by forcing others to live, or relatives, or friends… in a word, other people by interfering in their lives and trying to rule something there in their own, as it seems to them, the right way. And… perhaps such people would be useful in a different way… maybe just the actor's fiefdom needs such people… Imagine what artists, writers, and screenwriters would be like today… artists and musicians… If these people only lived by what they did. And not because this is their job, but because these people simply can't live any other way, and they don't want to. If such people would give themselves with complete immersion, with complete self-denial, with complete dedication in the lives of others that are necessary to society, expressed in lines, paintings, music, or in acting on stage or in movies…
It seems to me, history knows such cases… And all these cases, as a rule, Yes… they cause trembling feelings and sometimes pity for the fates, but always admiration for what and how a person did… How he lived someone else's life.
Be an actor… Or any creative figure – this is in the eyes of many people nothing more than pampering. It hurts me to hear how the children of actors in schools classmates shout with mockery: "Yes, your dad except for making faces on stage and nothing else can do." Low bow to parents who, hopefully, inadvertently, Express such conclusions, especially with children's ears.
