Performance start | 18:00 |
Ticket price | 150-400 hrn |
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01 Nov, Friday18:00 / 150-400 hrn.
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17 Nov, Sunday18:00 / 150-400 hrn.
Performance language - ukrainian
Duration - 2 h 20 min with intermission
Genre - laugh / cry / understand
First night - December 28, 2020
Author - Serhii Zhadan
Director - Stas Zhyrkov
Stage designer - Yurii Larionov
Costume designer - Khrystyna Korabelnikova
Assistant director - Nataliia Dubrova
Composer - Andrii Ruharu
Lighting designer - Serhii Shalabanov
Video projection operator - Anton Stoliar
Sound engineer - Stanislav Lomakovskyi
Costumer - Liudmyla Savytska
Props woman - Alla Kremkova
Head of artistic and production department - Oleh Pustovit
Scenery engineer - Yurii Berdnikov
PR and promo - Hanna Beshkenadze
Photo - Anastasiia Mantach
Design - Anton Kudriashov
Producer - Stas Zhyrkov
Mother dies. Two brothers – Anton and Tolik gather together in their childhood home to decide what to do next. And summer is outside the window. And there is a war outside the window. And outside the window – a river and a bridge. Outside the window – childhood and a father whom they hardly knew. Outside the window are fields that are burning for some reason. Outside the window – the world, but without mom. And mom is upstairs. And a lot of memories, because they found an old diplomat, and there – a lot of old and beautiful photos. They are happy and alive on them. They just moved into their home… The bridge was destroyed. The whole world remained “somewhere over there”.
… Brothers laugh, cry, reminisce, receive guests. Various. And you come in – let’s talk about the truce. Bread
The famous Ukrainian writer Serhii Zhadan wrote an incredible text about our present, about who we are, about you and me.
“Well, how to get out? I don’t know. Everything is on fire. Truce. And now it’s empty without you, and the place where you were, where your voice was heard, is filled with wind, like a house abandoned in a hurry, a house in which there is still you can feel a child’s warmth and a woman’s breath, a home from which the spirit of joy has not yet faded, a home where you did so well, a home that you cared for, cared for, that you called your own, a home that lost its sound without you , like a violin, froze in the February cold. And now it’s empty without you, and the place where you were, where your voice was heard, is filled with wind, like a house left in a hurry, a house in which you can still feel the warmth of a child and the breath of a woman , the home from which the spirit of joy has not yet faded The home in which you did so well, the home that you looked after, cared for, that you called your own, the home that lost its sound without you, like a violin frozen in February cold”.
With the support of the National Union of Theater Actors of Ukraine.