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THEATRE IN REVIEW
in the Countryis a valedictoryproduction,mournThe productionwas staged by Anatoly Efrosaca production cordingto thetraditional
formshe and his colleagues
ful, nostalgic, and brightly-colored,
about thenecessityforcontinuedrenewalof lifeand have discoveredover thelast fewyears,but thisold
how farfromeasy thisis.
stuffhas been synthesized.Efros's art is utterly
topical in concept,and thedirectorwho is creating
The firstthingthat strikesanyone who sees the one of theyoungestMoscow theatres,GedryusMatproduction is D. Krymov's design. Center stage skyavichus,triednotto missa singleperformance
of
stands an elegantwrought-iron
summerhouse.It is Month in the Countryin order to "make contact
lovely,but we soon realizethatit is actuallya cage, withgreatness."Not by chance is Matskyavichusa
and also a carousel,whose rotationbecomesa kind pupil of Knebel, as was Efros. Continuityis preof symbolfor the passage of time. To the side are served, but at the same time the theatre is retwo toy carriages,one even with a ragdoll coach- juvenatedand thisguaranteesits progress.
man, but neither with horses. They are going
YULY KAGARLITSKY
nowhere,for everythingis frozen,and only time
Professor,CITIS
moves.
BORIS KAGARLITSKY
Student,CITIS
The realitywithwhich the actorslive on stage is
trans.LAURENCESENELICK
striking,They speak to one anotherquite simply,
TuftsUniversity
with no actor's gimmicks,phoniness,or presentational qualities.The intonationsare everyday.
The characterswho live in thisworldare doomed.
The best of what theyhave lies in thepast. They did
not do what theymighthave done, and now theyno
longerdo anything.The ridiculousbecomesdoleful.
One afteranother the leading charactersbecome
conscious of theirdying. Time and directionhave
altered; the vanguard has become the rear-guard.
Everythingis in the past. Islaev attemptsto busy
himselfwith building, but why build in a house
wherethereis no happiness?His schemes,whenever
he talksabout themto his wife,sound like words of
condolence. Natalya Petrovna can derive nothing
fromher love for Belyaev, but this love provides
him a good lesson. The older generationis passing,
having accomplished nothing, although it was
beautiful.
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TI,May1979