When the theater festival in town gives her opportunities and excuses to drink wine with disreputable men who happen to be her friends, fret about some critics’ need for “catharsis” and kiss the disreputable man who happens to be her husband in the back of a cab at night.
Other towns have other festivals, but Lyubimovka is ours. 🙂
And here’s my favourite fuzzy iPhone photo from the reception, held at that den of vice known as Teatr.doc, perhaps one of Moscow’s most controversial and interesting theaters:
Photo courtesy of Igor Stam – terrific actor and well-known hurler of bottles. Thankfully, no bottles were hurled on this occasion.
I wore jewelry that belonged to my relative, the late Evgeniya Andreyevna – stunning redhead and international woman of mystery. The vintage curls were also inspired by her. The groom wore a kickass suit we randomly found on sale while wandering the snowy streets of Kiev over the holidays.
In this photo, we’re actually dancing to Led Zeppelin. We both figured that this would be slightly cooler than, say, Celine Dion.
Thanks to everyone who was able to make it. 🙂
A photo by the lovely and amazing Anna Orlandina:
Vladimir Snegurchenko, Alexey Zhiryakov, Natalya Nozdrina, Diana Rakhimova, and Alyona Ibragimova (seated).
Snegurchenko came up from Kharkiv, and directed the two other Ukrainian plays that were part of the same project as mine – “Vasimilyatsiya” and “Simeini Lyudi”. He helped move the evening along. Zhiryakov directed the reading of “The Daughter,” as well as read one of the parts (to be specific, he read the Orthodox priest – ha ha). Nozdrina had the most difficult part, in my humble opinion, even though it was a small one – she read the part of a girl who may or may not be possessed by demons. Diana Rakhimova played the priest’s slightly loopy but kind-hearted friend, Agrippina. And in the lead was the wonderful Alyona Ibragimova – a girl who came back to her native village or town (as I wrote before, our project deals with settlements that were categorized as being “in between” villages and towns in the Soviet era) to bury her alcoholic father.
I’m really grateful to the people who participated and made this thing a reality. I wrote the play in cafes in Moscow in the spring and in early summer, back before the weather turned horrendous. A lot of chain-smoking and dramatic hand gestures accompanied the process. My charred lungs were especially grateful when it all came together at the festival. It was also just gratifying to participate in a joint Russian-Ukrainian project, with all of the endearing mishaps surrounding it.
I am now officially a “promising young playwright” and someone who “needs to get off her ass and do more” – anonymous sources were quoted as saying.