Yesterday my 12-year-old son participated in the Christmas school show.
He announced in advance that he was given the role of Joseph Stalin, who tells something to a woman. We were not very surprised, because over the years in the school played many roles, for example, the epic role of Arbuz. Since the show was to be held in a second foreign language (German), we did not specifically specify who, what and why should be. Need to, need to.
It was said - done: the grandmother brought the general lamps to the pants, got the officer's "sweat" boots, made elegant beards, a french with marshal chiefs, looping, a red folder of Generalisimus with a big star, etc.
Prepare to shine.
The disorder was suspected immediately before the show, finding a classmate in the costume... King Solomon.
Before the very beginning of the drama came to light: yes, the son got the role of Joseph. But not Joseph Stalin. Just by Joseph! Who is telling the good news! The Virgin Mary!! This is a Christmas show!!! to
There was no time, and the son went to communicate the good news in the form of Joseph Stalin.
In his costume he had great success. With each of his appearances, the moms in the hall began an unstoppable hysteria, accompanied by tears, cries and quiet enthusiastic cries from somewhere under the chairs.
Since the son was in some confusion, because of the awareness of the burden of his guilt in "confusing" the plunge, the dramatic pauses from Joseph Stalin in the degree of slump, the reaction of the hall, the feeling of universal unity and enthusiasm surpassed the show of Ivan Urgant.
It is understandable – imagine, Joseph Stalin comes to Mary – and it doesn’t matter what he told her there (in German) – anyone would believe it!
Appendix, to the Feast specifically for You: a photo of Joseph carrying the Good News of Mary)

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