The guy similar to a gorilla has approached, the Crab seems, has bent, has whispered persistently. Elga has narrowed eyes: -
Leave! And any more do not approach to me today.
The guy has gritted the teeth, has departed. From under dense eyelids has rested against me hating sight.
At me ringed in a head. The hall rocked, as if in intoxication. I felt that I speak too much, but somehow could not stop: - In
any kind of art the option belongs to the person. It is free to accept essence offered it or to reject it. And your Performances
enthral completely: a choice does not remain. The person can vary the design imposed to it only.
The director complacently nodded. The person at it was absent. I have become angry: - you impose the culture, violently
introduce it in consciousness, being guided thus by only own criteria. This slavery. It is tyranny of culture. It differs nothing
from historical tyrannies - Pharaohs, Genghis Khan or Great Moguls.
The word has been told. I continued more easy: - Earlier the person lived under an economic pressure. Or under dictatorship
political. Now you wish to impose it culture dictatorship - more dangerous, because it implicit. Under the power of your
Performance is worse, than under the power of Great Moguls, - I have repeated.
And again has occurred nothing. Light in a hall has grown dull. Music has played more loudly. Have appeared dancing, -
they were motionless, having embraced. Anna with lanky too have risen, have clung to each other.
From blackness has come up the person of the director - wooden, in the overwound muscles: it deviated that to the left, to
the right, as a pendulum. The languid voice has reached: - Who to you has told it about Great Moguls? - I do not remember, -
I have answered, trying to keep in the field of the review this shaking mask.
Vitold, - has warned the director.
The director has unexpectedly pushed away a glass, oshcherilsja.
On-to-ate, - it has through clenched teeth rapped out. - I wish to put Great Moguls and I will put Great Moguls.