In my view (the view of someone looking in from the outside) this collection, in its very essence, captures a quality which is ty l of St Petersburg. It does not matter that some of the plays in this volume are not set in St Petersburg or even in Russia. Nor does it matter that the plays cover a wide thematic range: here you will find contemporary Russia and the Soviet past, political questions and the writer’s predicament, new technology and the complexities of personal relationships. Even though the plays in this collection cover such varied ground, they are all connected by a common thread which links them to the particular tradition of St Petersburg literature established by Gogol. At the end of his story «Nevskii Prospekt» the author advises his reader to beware the city’s main thoroughfare, where: «all is deception, all is a dream, nothing is what it appears to be». Night is even more terrifying, a time «when the demon himself illuminates the lamps for the sole purpose of revealing everything in a false light».
The authors of «New Petersburg Drama», in one way or another, break down the familiar and comfortable idea that there is only one unambiguous version of reality.
The main character in Sergei Nosov’s play takes his visitor to be someone other than who he actually is. The author then leaves us to face the question of whether his hero’s fanaticism has gone over into fantasy.
Alla Sokolova presents the night-time world of a poet, where the dividing line between ordinary existence and an alternative mysterious reality has broken down.
In Leonid Kudriashov’s farce, as one would expect, deception is at the forefront. The characters’ attempts to get hold of a large sum of money don’t always turn out as they expect, and not all of them prove capable of living up to their claims to be a hero.
An unending fairy-tale about the sinister connections between power and slavery acts as a kind of commentary to the political and personal dramas in Aleksandr Obraztsov’s play.
Igor Shprits transplants Joseph Stalin beyond the bounds of world history into purgatory. There he is scrutinised from the perspective of eternity.
Liudmilar Petrushevskaia’s play repeatedly puts into question the reality of the events it portrays, in turn creating and destroying the world of the playwright heroine.
Andrei Zinchuk’s characters move between the real world and the world of virtual reality. Crossing the borders between the two realities is fraught with serious consequences, yet it can also lead to new insights.
None of the authors offer an easy way out of the web of deception and self-deception in which their characters are entwined, not to mention, on occasion, their readers. But that is not what really matters — by arousing their readers’ doubts and pushing them towards further reflection, the authors declare their affiliation to the finest traditions of Petersburg literature.
Joseph Brodsky wrote in an essay that St Petersburg, which seemed to many of its first writers rather like an un-Russian city, gave them the opportunity to see their surrounding world with an alienated and critical gaze. I feel that the authors of this collection are continuing to view their city with the same gaze — one directed from within and, simultaneously, from the outside.
Сергей Носов
«ДЖОН ЛЕННОН, ОТЕЦ»
Пьеса
Полукикин Виталий Петрович
Виталий Витальевич, его сын
Валентина Мороз
, радиожурналистФедор Кузьмич
Квартира Полукикина-старшего.
Если направо — там выход на лестницу. Налево — дверь в кухню. И еще дверь — в кладовку — прямо перед глазами.
Правая рука Виталия Петровича в гипсе, висит на повязке. Левая тоже в гипсе, но свободна, подвижна.
Его сын Виталий Витальевич дергает за ручку двери в кладовку. Он в переднике.
ВИТАЛИЙ ВИТАЛЬЕВИЧ
. Ничего не понимаю. У тебя дверь в кладовку, что ли, изнутри закрыта?ПОЛУКИКИН
. Не изнутри, а снаружи. Не видишь, я врезал замок.ВИТАЛИЙ ВИТАЛЬЕВИЧ
. А где ключ?ПОЛУКИКИН
. Где надо. Это моя территория.ВИТАЛИЙ ВИТАЛЬЕВИЧ
. Я ищу сковородку.ПОЛУКИКИН
. Я не такой идиот, чтобы держать сковородку в кладовке.ВИТАЛИЙ ВИТАЛЬЕВИЧ
. Но замок ты все-таки врезал. Зачем?ПОЛУКИКИН
. Уж во всяком случае не затем, чтобы прятать от тебя сковородку.Александр Алексеевич Образцов , Александр Образцов , Андрей Михайлович Зинчук , Игорь Данилович Шприц , Игорь Шприц , Наталия Бортко , Наталия Николаевна Бортко , Олег Аскерович Ернев , Олег Ернев , Сергей Носов , Станислав Шуляк
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