Book: Portrait of a gentleman in a blue coat

Creative reincarnation of a mystery at all! The actor can experience not only the emotions of his character, but also physical manifestations, pain, mental disorder... whatever.

Money does not like the hustle and strained effort. Let go and reap the rewards.

Vanity, in a perpetual hurry, in a tight days there is something of the devil. A person ceases to belong to himself and becomes part of a monstrous machine that will grind it into dust, if he will not stop.

The artist can survive on the stage something that is not acquired in life. That's the beauty and the curse of the profession. When you discover a great passion, to waste your time on something petty does not make sense.

The dark maze of the soul, impassioned. Darker mazes of dangerous calculations, where the fire of the flesh block the way to salvation...

The truth is There are universal, common to all the truth? Or find her another chasing shadows?

When all the points are placed, life loses its charm. It goes from the main component - the mystery of...the Charm of life is in its unpredictability... the Man is beckoning the unknown, the unexplored. And he, the madman, seeking knowledge... to forever miss!

Portraits is the face of eternity. You look at it, it is you... Their eternal mystery stirs our soul, while we are absolutely not agitated. There is something in them that is divine and we're just mere mortals, fussy and restless, tortured by doubts, depressed with sorrows, deceived love... Their eyes looking at us with great calm nothing... We could be one of them, but they will never become anyone of us. We flowing like a river, and they are fixed, like the banks... They already know and experienced what we have to learn and to experience...