How many opportunities are locked away in one short scene of Chekhov! How, in one such scene, you can express your own character – not just of an actor, but a whole theatre, and those years when the theatre turned to Chekhov. A bright hope – or hopelessness; faith – or complete sobriety, without any illusions; lyric – or sharp, rough drama, as if it were already not Chekhov, but a contemporary playwright, a witness of such domestic sufferings as Chekhov didn’t even know.
Chekhov Mikhail
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