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I went to the House of Music today. It was not quite a theater. This action was called "Dangerous Tours of Vysotsky and Shemyakin in the cheerful city of Paris." Before the intermission, the artists directed by Yuri Tomoshevsky ... well, let's call it depicted on the stage excerpts from Shemyakin's book “Two Fates”, after the intermission the artist answered questions from the audience. The first action was, according to the creators, reminiscent of the theater. In fact, it turned out, as in my favorite joke: “By its size, the Tyumen region resembles France. More Tyumen region does not resemble France. " That is, what was happening on the stage of the Theater Hall resembled the theater purely theoretically. The artists either read excerpts from the book with expression, or ... and there were two interesting numbers: they were accompanied by Vysotsky’s songs “Zero Seven” and “Here the paws of the fir trees tremble in weight” (words, music and authorial performance) showed some plastic movements. They showed quite clearly and harmoniously, it is clear that they studied and tried. And then such a longing took me over the Cinema Theater, where in the play “Send me, Lord, the second” there were not just movements, gestures, not just a game, not just your reading of Vysotsky’s poetry, but something so elusive, incomprehensible, forced to empathize, rethink, rediscover the familiar lines of poetry Vysotsky. In "Cinema" was a theater, a real theater, and today - only its semblance. It’s sad ...