Ranevsky biography quotes

With each postcard in flowers and bows, I tear out a tuft of hair from grief that I was not born a man [1] [2]. My god, how I smelled life. I have never even heard the nightingales sing. In Moscow, you can go out into the street dressed as God will give, and no one will pay attention. In Odessa, my chintz dresses cause general bewilderment - this is discussed in hairdressing, dental outpatients, trams, private houses.

My monstrous “stinginess” upset everyone - for no one believes in poverty. For a number of reasons, I cannot now answer you with the words what you use. But I sincerely hope that when you return home, your mother will jump out of the gateway and tempt you properly. In old age, the main thing is a sense of dignity, and he was deprived of me. I go to the theater like a garbage chute: falsity, cruelty, hypocrisy, not a single honest word, not a single honest eye!

Careerism, meanness, greedy old women! In the theater, the talented ones loved me, the mediocre hated, they bit and tear them to pieces. What can you see you, Faina Georgievna? Doesn't it bother you that I smoke? Memories are the wealth of old age. Everything pleasant in this world is either harmful or immoral, or leads to obesity [8]. Everything will come true, you just have to get out.

All my life I swam in the toilet in the style of Butterfly [8]. All my life I am terribly afraid of stupid. Especially women. You never know how to talk to them without rolling to their level. The second half has a brain, priests and pills. And I am originally whole [8]. Do you know what to act in a movie? Imagine that you are washing in a bathhouse, and a tour is cited there.

G [edit] The main thing is to live a living life, and not to fumble from the butt of memory. The main thing is to restrain myself-either I, or someone else decided, but this is the truth. With rapture, I would beat the muzzles to all hack workers, but I endure. I endure ignorance, endure lies, tolerate the wretched existence of a half -nurse, tolerate and I will endure until the end of days.

I even endure Zavadsky. They say that the hero is not the one who wins, but the one who was able to be alone. I survived, even remaining among the animals to finish to the end. The viewer is not guilty of anything. They are afraid of me ... - Theater to them. Mossovet, G. d ladies, do not lose weight. Do you need it? It is better to be a ruddy dumplings by old age than a dried monkey!

So, less pathos, gentlemen. The money was eaten, but the shame remained. There is no inconvenience for the actress, if necessary for the role. For me, it was always a mystery - how great actors could play with artists, from whom there was nothing to become infected, even a runny nose. As if to explain, mediocrity: no one will come to you, because there is nothing to take from you.

Is my thought of a shallow thought? As if to explain to the mediocrity: no one will come to you, because there is nothing to take from you. Do you understand my shallow thought? For me, every performance is my next rehearsal. Maybe that's why I do not know how to play the same. Sometimes a rehearsal is worse, sometimes better, but well - never. Think and talk about me what you wish.

Where did you see a cat that would interest what mice say about it? The soul is not an ass - it cannot get out. The Jew eats chicken when he is sick or when the chicken is sick. If the patient really wants to live, doctors are powerless. If I kept a diary, I would write down one phrase every day: “What a mortal longing”, that's all. I would also record that the theater became my almshouse, and I could still do something.

If I, yielding to requests, began to write about myself, it would be a mournful book - “Fate is a whore”. If I often looked into the eyes of Jaconde, I would go crazy: she knows everything about me, but I am nothing about her. If a woman goes with her head lowered, she has a lover! If a woman goes with her head proudly raised - she has a lover! If a woman holds her head directly - she has a lover!

And in general - if a woman has a head, then she has a lover! There are people who know well, "what's what." In art, these people are now presented to me by bandits selecting keys. You can eat anything anywhere, but only naked and standing in front of the mirror. If you wait for someone to accept you “like you are”, then you are just a lazy wise. Because, as a rule, “such as it is” - the spectacle is sad.

Change, cattle. Work on yourself. Or die alone. F [edit] the pearls that I will wear in the first act should be real, - the capricious young actress requires. Women, of course, are smarter. Have you ever heard of a woman who would lose her head only from the fact that a man has beautiful legs? Animals, which were few, were listed in the Red Book, and which are a lot - in the book about delicious and healthy foods.

Life beats with a key ... on the head! My life ... lived around, everything did not succeed. Like a red -haired carpet. Life passes and does not bow, like an angry neighbor. Life is a protracted jump from the womb of the mother to the grave. Option: Life is a protracted pussy jump into the grave. Life is a small walk in front of an eternal sleep. You need to live so that you are remembered and bastards.

Women are not a weaker sex, a weaker sex is rotten boards.Life is too short to spend it on diets, greedy men and a bad mood [8]. I live only by yourself - what self -restraint. Z [edit] Remember for life - you must be so proud that to be higher than pride. Health is when you have it in another place every day. You know, when I saw this bald on an armored car, I realized: big troubles are waiting for us.

And [edit] and what nature does not do with man! And it's all without anesthesia! Previously, I just did not know how to answer their questions, but now I don’t even understand what they were asking about. To everyone is free to dispose of their ass how he wants. Therefore, I raise my own and dwell. But then it was a marzipanchik. How erroneous the opinion is that there are no irreplaceable actors.

How I envy brainless! What a sad city. Unbearably beautiful and so sad with a heavy-painful climate. She wrote the book for 3 years, having read, tore.