In our theater, in the carpenter shop, a master worked by the name Boy.
of Mikhailov. Graduate of art school by specialty
“wood architecture”, master of all hands, a true good wizard.
He could pull anything out of a tree, from a needle to a tower clock.
Cut out on order frames, cartridges, sometimes portraits, scattered
In general, he did a lot for money, and the theater was a kind of "for the soul."
(Lyche nineties, we earned as much as we could)))) Decorations could draw and design around the clock, with it loved to create young directors.
Sometimes I was allowed to drink at work, but... the next morning
All is forgiven by the silent blessing of the director. A man he was calm, educated, knew the price of the word. All new ones
“Forgotten” through him.
Go to the carpenter, there you will meet the boy, he will do everything.
Unintelligent faces met a man with a gray chicken head. He could hold a pause for eternity. The sooner the new man began to speak, the more he made friends later on – this is the law. One “Jasha Boy,” not waiting for “Hello,” stretched a wooden hand out of his pocket, the other met the rain of strawberries with a scream of “Pa-a-Ba-a-m.” When he was accidentally taken out of himself, he stumbled his stumble into a tree and proposed, "You'll get - your truth. But I’m not sure...” Extravagantly!
One day, the Metropolitan Metro came to us. He was untouched and haunted. He considered it a creative freedom and sent women to rehearsals on the case and without. He was presented as a celebrity, but later it turned out that he only helped someone in the Moscow theatre as a second director. We need to teach people skillfulness!
Everyone was looking forward to the decorations.
Somewhere in the office of the director breaks into this figure, something whispers:
You look at! No, you look, and I will look at you!
And it stretches...something like a smoking tube...but instead of a mouthpiece it has...a member!
- Impressed, - twisted this symbiosis, calmly replied the director, - Session
Voyagery is over?
I can’t do that! This is your craftsman! The premiere tomorrow! He is
It is ridiculous!! to
The director called Yasha. He came, stripped his glasses, and quietly sat down, stumbling on the director.
Is it your job, Mikhail?
and AGA. He did not raise his hand to sign, as if he was alive.
No, you can explain to us! And again, there’s a fool, here’s you.
I asked!
Do you remember what you asked?
and yes! Your phone, your mother!
and no. You said, - here the boy bowed his head and stretched out his hand, bass
He declared, “Take me some h&&y to the phone.
It looks like.”
The mask was red and frozen. The director jumped.
- You have not yet seen the decorations of the third act... Tomorrow I wanted to
to show...