Whether the sense of humour is necessary for work in the opera?
Where only do not bring us hard on windy youth. To what only a jungle the black humour of destiny - villains does not bring us...
U me, in particular, by 22 years. Here to you and the watchman - the cleaner in circus, and the hospital attendant in a mental hospital, and the supervisor in prison, and the head of children`s theater (it is, frankly speaking, more abruptly than prison will be), and … One my friend suggested to publish my service record as the adventure story. Joked, probably.
However, the novel, perhaps, would be thicker “ Brothers Karamazov “ but is much more cheerful. However, the most interesting, as always, settles down between lines, that is, does not enter avaricious records of service records. My life - not an exception.
I had enough last century, in stay by the student of theatrical higher education institution, to touch the world of opera art. Clear business, I did not sing as I at that time fondly believed that notes “ to “ “ re “ “ mi “ etc. differ only in names, but not in distinction in sounding in any way (it is no wonder that I was driven from all choruses, since a kindergarten).
And here my ear mutilated with a bear did not influence activity of the supernumerary at all - together with ten volunteers who coveted three Soviet rubles for an exit, I was engaged by the certain Opera and ballet theater which is going on tour in Yaroslavl.
And here the miracle happened! I - in the opera! At an office entrance we were met by the assistant producer who is slightly rocking in fusel fog and transferred to hands of make-up artists and costumiers. And none of us even suspected that he for the opera will be today. In response to our questions the assistant director mysteriously smiled and provorkovat: “ What to you difference. Your exit in the final “.
Costumiers and the make-up artist dressed us in black body stockings under a throat and our persons began to smear with some tar-like rubbish. In a few minutes from mirrors the rack of blood-thirsty Papuans in an unimaginable armor looked at us. The most widely-read of new Negroids came to a conclusion that they give " today; Aida “ Verdi, were also right.
The assistant director, gadenko smiling in a corner, suddenly told us that the rubbish with which we were smeared is called “ wood stain “ and that it is washed away by turpentine only in thirty days, and it is very convenient - it is possible to play “ Aida “ the whole month in one make-up. One problem: will give " tomorrow; Imperial bride “ and guardsmen which we should play, as we know, Blacks were not.
With the words “ It was the joke “ the assistant director distributed to us frightening a spear and carried away us in a behind the scenes subsoil. From a scene singing and sounds of an orchestra - " reached; Aida “ was in the heat, and to our exit in the final remained minutes forty. The assistant director pointed to an openwork construction in east style in the depth of a scene: “ On blackout you will climb short flights of stairs and you will become on all corners of a roof of an arbor “. In a makeweight to copies it handed to us on the flickering lamp and evaporated.
Time was played as a chewing gum “ Bubl - GUM “. I nearly fell asleep, but here my attention was drawn by noise: behind an arbor some man in dirty special clothes began to nail something to a floor. I was amazed: despite of a hammer roar, a coloratura soprano on a proscenium gently removed roulades. The orchestra burst forte, but I clearly heard as the man in special clothes missed the mark with the hammer in a finger and vomited a terrible curse.
It then I learned that the sound wave of an orchestra cuts excess sounds from scene depth, and at that moment I very much doubted that the opera is art.
Behind these thoughts I nearly passed the exit. With a spear in one hand and with the dim lamp in another, I in pitch twilight legs to the touch got up on a free corner of a roof and measurement in a guard of honor. Having a little accustomed, I noticed that below in the crossed beams sing two huge almost square figures. Only a timbre of voices slightly distinguished in them the man and the woman.
And suddenly this sweet couple for a moment quickly merged in a theatrical kiss and right there in whirlwinds of scintillating dust amicably went towards our arbor. I felt ill at ease: it was with the naked eye visible that the arbor, to put it mildly, was small for love merrymakings of dinosaurs.
But a couple, snuffling and pokryakhtyvy, squeezed - inside and merged in vocal ecstasy. I felt how the fragile structure comes to a resonance with voice vibrations, and concerned looked at neighbors in a roof. Slightly shook Moors, a spear and lamps in their hands shook. I remembered the paragraph from the textbook of physics about the platoon of soldiers able a resonance of steps to destroy the bridge, and right there felt how my knees foully shake.
The couple below, at last, decided to give out top “ la “: mezozavra were inhaled a full breast, on a half-step recoiled from each other, and …
… Within several next years to me in bad dreams vision was: walls of a fragile design with a dry crunch crack, and the roof with Moors falls on the heads of brontosaurs in love. Lying on the kitoobrazny Aida (and it as it appeared, there was it), I in gloomy stupefaction argued on perfidy of a case and could not understand why the auditorium sinks in an applause and shouts “ bravo! “. The Aida, having recovered, unperturbably shook me from a vast breast, pulled out from - under heaps of copies and Moors of the semi-deafened partner and heroically dragged it on bow.
… I still store a note of the local newspaper with the otcherknuty phrase: “ … Final “ Aida “ just shook the audience. Power of all-consuming love with thunderous applause destroyed all barriers - in direct and figuratively! “.
P. S. In a week I looked same “ Aida “ in the auditorium. Amazingly, but I enjoyed very much including esthetic. So I came to a conclusion that the true opera art all - exists, contrary to secret life of a behind the scenes.
Dear friends, I so do not want to believe that you will cease to go to the opera from - for the fact that hard brought one of authors of ShZh at the beginning of life not at that door. Though, why not in that? Today I just adore the opera, and even learned to distinguish all five notes.