Stray in the darkness of a point Out of boredom began to fade. Crafty angel between gray matter on the canvas caused lilac. Purple ball while timidly, dozing with lime paints shade. Wind strums the strings on the scherzo of the strongest dreams. Baby tightly hugged the heart prophesies without the words in a whisper.
Not yet ctonet day of the load can not be heard morning greetings – to the unknown and the inevitable gateways ship slowly sails. *** An old-fashioned plate gently sang in the yard. Forgotten sheet covered the picture on the table. Scratched needle monotone calendar: Blue silk leaves, Summer Park, the blind lamp … Indecisive speech and confused eyes. Star shoulders burned, in the heart of the lightning storm.
… Suddenly the plate broke rearrangement – On the table lies On the picture nedokrashennoy border. *** Maki painted field, repeating the colors of sunset. On lap lilac bright red patch. Where were you, runaway red-cheeked, blue When the hops frolic and tired of protest about my love has broken? What do you hiding behind the shadow that is not served its halo? We love entangled in black-and-star attire. Bought off in red, And all around the rumor gossip, What a violent summer burnt Bronze Horseman galloping fast. Well flares brightly, poppies, let not fulfilled slander! At the hour when zasvischut crayfish, we forget this summer. About ROCK UNDER WATER does not flow out of my awkward fingers dropped a lot of glass. Black cats, white rabbits hand, I always.
According to Belinsky, it is in novels' and sets out a human life, and the rules of morality, and philosophical systems. " The novel reconstructs the history of the formation of human character, historical and social processes in Indeed environmental, and psychological – in the inner world of man. Monumental works (poetry and prose), in which widely reflect significant historical events that are important to people's life, nation, are called epics (War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy, 'Quiet Flows the Don' Sholokhov, "Life and Fate 'L. Grossman). In the epics are depicted various social strata and historical figures. Lyrics – one of the birth of literature, based on direct expression of the poet of thoughts, feelings, experiences, caused by various phenomena of life.
The image of the external world is in the lyrics of the purposes of self-expression, reflection, inner peace. The lyrics can be meditation, that is, expressing emotional thoughts, which are based on the eternal problems of existence; graphic reproducing the phenomena of the external world (most of all – nature), and suggestive, focusing on the transfer emotional state. Lyrical experience can accommodate common human sense, just that it is close and understandable not only to the Creator. But the lyrical view of the world occurs when the author is an individual, personal relation to the environment. It is a personal view on the subject is the meaning of lyrical images. In the lyrics there is no actors, but creates an image of the lyrical. The lyrics do not have complex compositional forms, so genres do not differ in degree of expansion of events and characters, and focus on content and experiences.
From the main line of the hero goes places and back again, creating a layered cake. And the moments he suddenly becomes serious, goes out of play, disrupting lovely images and dialogue, producing director and author's remarks in the hall. Andrei Kovalev gives advice and makes no questions, the task did not play in that. Hero of the interest of his life here and now, and the audience instantly projects going on themselves. "Little" man thinks about life, about yourself, for others, and, despite some cynicism assessments in their own way they loved dearly. Andrey Kovalev brings to the stage what we have no time or do not want to think, or do we think about this evening, just before bedtime, summing up the day. Partly it is a piercing lyrical, to microscopic tears in the corner of his eyes when he talks about first love, about lonely old people ("…
how scary to get old in this country …"). But it's only for a moment, the modern man does not have the time and place for sentiment – the office manager and costume name. Hero Andrew Kovalev did not have enough stars in heaven, he small but not too much, almost as chaplinovsky hero, he is not afraid to be funny, as we are afraid of this. We – this is all that melt together in one. Therefore, every five minutes to go hall fits of laughter. We understand and funny, with a each of us was there, but you can not be funny – for all the sweat alone. I saw the audience, leaving the hall, sent in cash to buy a ticket and watch a play again – is not this author and actor good luck. How not to say, but the audience voted for the successful performance of the ruble, which means – "The day is full of life" is going to look at.