Quotes from performances

- Will I really answer like that at your age?

- It's never early, it's only late.

Very interesting! Crazy...

Well, everything is clear! So, a hospital ward, a duck, an ugly nurse... Everything is clear... and they assign me... I'm going, Lyosh, I'm going!!!... and I'm assigned the first group of disability in a solemn atmosphere.

- Suzanne, in love, any "too" is still not enough.

- Was here? It would have been better if she had lied... Cherubino's worst enemy would not have wished him such a misfortune now.

(literal: He who laughs last will have a good laugh.)

I will come out to you like that!

Love and life!

Step into this sphere of fire,
Become a light for me,
We will take off like two wings!
Into the fire I will follow you,
For love is in the heart,
That like his flame is light!

In the dawn of the creative we shall find,
The key is that it is smelted by fire!
Fire! Fire! Where are the two of us!
Sweet to share with you together
The pain of the trial by fire!
To burn with living sparks,
On fire like us, furious!
The pain will be tomorrow, but for now
The fire is beating in my hands,
Combining into a whole, Black and White!
Power and power!
My love, faith and passion!
The only time...
I'll burn to the bottom with you!
I'll burn to the bottom with you!

Flesh from the flesh, the essence of the essence,*
Moth to fire, key to lock,
Black - to white, divided - to the whole!
We are given only once, to ascend or fall:
Trials are the hour that calls us...

I have a hammer and I won't leave. (takes a hammer and nails and nails his feet to the floor) I'm here in my place. I'm here and you're not.
In the autumn new children will come and I will take from the warehouse the skeleton, open eyes, suddenly it is real, then the structure of the bones, upright walking, heart, blood flow, sensory organs, brain, and everyone will know that we are talking about them, I will tell them who they are, and they will listen, because I will talk about them, about the miracle, about each of them, without any god, their eyes that read from the board, mouths and voices when they ask, the elbows they lean on, the fingers that hold pens and write, the constantly restless knees twitching under the desks, their feet running in small sandals back and forth on the linoleum and bringing them here from the house itself. Legs. I'm not going to get out of here. I'm here in my place.

- I don’t know, I haven’t tried it.