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I have no interest in being rich, I don't care. I really don't want to be famous, but still see the need to be an actor because I like telling stories, you know?

Some of the actors are stunningly good at death. It's so hard to stop breathing, when at any moment you could develop an itch on your nose. When I die on that stage, I'd rather die behind the couch. Or just in a dark corner.

- Cough, cough, can you tell me where the crypt?
- Ah!
- Well, or at least the cemetery...
- Go away! Scram!
- Okay, but at least the morgue you got?

Not everyone needs backups.

The duty of the actor to avoid anything that interferes with the game.

Night called Irina. Interrupted a dream where I was talking with Socrates about the benefits of ritual in the work of dealer meat market. I argued that you can not see the pork heads and the smell of blood, and to bear philosophical thought. He laughed at my naivety. And convinced not to surrender to the slavery of the animal shop. Isn't flowing there, as on the battlefields, blood, and sweat? No, I smiled, this is not a battle. It's a ritual of pagan sacrifice. I am a priest, not a slave. I cut and I cut a sacred product and not dismembered corpses of animals. Play sacrifice, hone ritual, as Spinoza magnifying glass. But my heart remains untouched. Blood of alien ritual comes to my mind. A robe? Well. Bathrobe will give in the wash. Or throw it like a snake casts of its old skin.
- Do not dissemble to himself, ' replied Socrates. I swear to dog, you won't be able to protect your inner peace from the market of the stench. You're too weak for this. Too vulnerable, though not a poet. The meat shop is not for you. Go to Church and nephrosis temporarily as a watchman. It's yours.
- In the Church? Hmm. As a watchman? But it is impossible to grind lenses. It is impossible to sharpen a ritual where Christ drove out the beach vendors. In the Church you cannot be a worker. You can only serve. And I'm not ready. I swear to dog, Socrates, I am not ready. If you want to live in freedom, to learn to serve. Little patience, Socrates. A lot of ease and very little patience. Perhaps I'll take the wording of the text of the play. And benefited from it. I'll think about it.
And then the phone rang Irene. A dream come true.
Disturbing voice she said,
- Daughter problem. Locked myself in the bathroom crying. Evening came drunk. Said that I raised her wrong. Said I took away her opportunity to be happy. She will never be happy because I taught her happiness. How does it feel to hear of your mother?
- Why all this? Have accumulated? Or reaction to the event?
And reaction, was accumulated. Some Director gave her up. Told her that she is young. And it needs to be taught everything. And what is everything?
- What? Oh, this Melpomene. I believe, not theater arts. Where is she now? In the bathroom?
Yes. Quiet. I'm going through. Wouldn't have done something with us. Silly.
I got out of bed and approached the laptop. Opened the email, found a file with the text of the play "Suicide".
What is there in the play? - I asked. - Don't have time to read. What's up with the heroine?
- Opens the veins, - a small voice said Irina. - What to do? To break down the door?
Break. I'll sit on the phone.
.....
People fell in love with acting. Actors - founders of the mod. The mummers - house on the sand. Open the news feed and rested his eyes in the murk and the husk, which is called life...
(Psychologist and a psychopath)

Director is incompatible with the actor: the actor will fail if it is critical to look at their partners.

- You're an actor...
And you're a fireman...
- I saw you in the movie "the Fugitive." And here you get used to the way cleaner...

Everyone always said that playing the villain is great. So, when my character was negative, I was not to fun. Never before have I such a pleasure to not saying goodbye to the character. Is pain emotional and physical - you know how heavy the wig you have to wear? How tight you tighten the corset?

I was going to go to acting school. That day I came home and counted the money. Money is clearly not enough. Then I decided I'm not going to any acting school. And went not.

At first, I was the only karateka who tries himself in the role of the actor. Today I became an actor.

The acting is not to be someone else. This search for common and familiar that it seems to others. In addition, you always find this "other" in itself.

I'm curious, this is the essence of acting. I just wonder what it's like to be you.

I am not inclined much to talk about what I'm doing. Prostitutes, too, are not come home to say, "Honey, today at work I sucked as did never before".