I don’t know if I will ever repeat this history…
YES, I WILL
It was not easy. For me or the audience…
WRONG. EASY-NOT EASY – A PLEASANT SUITE OF SOUNDS
DEREVO’s typical seven-layered happy-ending didn’t happen despite the beaming Slava Guyvoronsky.
MORE RUBBISH – “…DEREVO’S TYPICAL HAPPY-ENDING…”
I didn’t tell everything. Fifteen years of exile don’t fit in 68 minutes…
OH, JUST READ BASHŌ AGAIN
And I didn’t say at the end that I – the son of my mother – am still alive and I am on stage.
Thus the children of those once imprisoned, will meet, certainly meet, the imprisoners some time…
HOW BRAVE I WAS WRITING THAT
If we ever manage to translate the fragments of Memoirs of Galina Antonovna Adasinskaya you may like to read it. Don’t be afraid.
It won’t stop you from producing a russian fairy-tale on stage.
A WITTICISM, SAID FOR EFFECT
Just don’t forget to put in the Charusa – a clearing in a wood.
It’s full of flowers.
Unnaturally bright.
But step on it and you’ll disappear into a bottomless secret lake…
THIS I SEE CLEARLY. THOUGH AS ALWAYS ONE IMAGE IS IN MY MIND WHILE ANOTHER IS BEING WRITTEN DOWN.
PEVEK, CHAUNSKAYA BAY. ME, SO SMALL IN BIG RUBBER BOOTS, TRUDGING THROUGH THE TUNDRA. MY CHEERFUL BIG SISTER IS WELL AHEAD.
IT SEEMS THE HILL IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, SHIMMERING WITH IRIDESCENT PETALS.
THEN I UNDERSTAND THAT THE AIR IS CRYSTALLINE, THE HILL IS FAR AWAY AND I’M TOO TIRED TO GO ON TO HAPPINESS