Аннотация: XXV. A theatrical mask. Diary entries by Lena Likeeva and by the Silver Ring. - May 12, 2024.
A theatrical mask. Diary entries by Lena Likeeva and by the Silver Ring.
October 28, 2024, 21:00
I'm going to put the diary in a bag. I will go to the nearest park, and hang this bag there on a tree branch. I'll come up to this place in the morning. And if the diary will be in the same place, I'll see if there are any new entries in it.
[Recording without date and without time of day]
I periodically leave my material body and visit different places.
There is a jewelry store in the city-suburb of our regional center, where I saw a salesgirl and a customer-a great-looking young woman.
It was the end of the working day.
The customer (a great-looking young woman) was looking at the goods. She bought something. The salesgirl reminded her that it was already the end of the working day, that the jewelry store was closing.
The young woman-customer asked: "Are you, probably, going to the regional center from here now?"
"Yes."
"I'm going there too, I'll give you a ride."
Fifteen minutes later, a brand-new, beautiful car pulled out of the parking lot near the jewelry store.
The young woman-customer was driving, and a salesgirl was sitting next to her (in the front seat).
I mentally followed them.
The woman-customer asked the girl-passenger:
- What's your name?
- Zina.
- My name is Marina.
- It's very nice to meet you, - the salesgirl replied.
The customer looked at the passenger:
"Are you all right?"
'Of course. I get a little tired, I take pills. As it is, everything is fine. And you look good.'
"I was lucky," the young woman-customer explained. - 'I was born in the city of Zharovsk, 400 km from the regional center. My mom is a geography teacher, and my dad is a geometry teacher. So, I graduated from the secondary school with a gold medal. I went to the capital to study to be a nuclear physicist.
On the train, I found myself in the same compartment with an important man. He looked at me in surprise. I had a sandwich with me, but it was not convenient to unwrap it. A tea was not brought to us. He and the other passengers were looking out the window. It was boring.
At last, he said to me: "Let's go, let's walk through the carriages - to the dining car. We'll have some ice cream and come back. I invite you."
I was delighted and agreed.
We reached the dining car, and there - before the ice cream was brought to us - we had a delicious lunch.
He asked me where I was going and why.
I said that I would study to be a nuclear physicist. This is a very necessary profession right now. All our people need such useful persons as experts in nuclear physics. I was a girl-activist at school.
He said that he had no acquaintances among the teachers of nuclear physics. But there are two or three people from those who are connected with studying at the Gosha Authority Institute of Theater.
I asked if it a difficult thing to enter the Institute of Theater. He said that to whom - how. If the girls-applicants are arrived after secondary school, then about 75 percent (of them) enter (become students), and if they are 5-7 years older, then about 25 percent enter. And if they are even older, then almost none of them able to enter.
"Do you think it would be difficult for me to enter the Institute of Theater?" I asked.
He looked at me, asked me to stand up, to turn around 360 degrees, and said: "I can give your documents to my friend from the Institute of Theater. And in 10 days you will receive a student ID and will come to class."
We arrived in the capital and broke up, he gave me his business card.
In the capital I ran around, a bit. It's a murky business! A huge headache!
I just didn't want to return home to our Zharovsk. I, who received a gold medal, the best girl-student in our school, I didn't want to.
All the residents of our city will stare at me. The girls from my class, - who came to work at the poultry farm, - will laugh at me. My my parents-teachers will worry a lot about me and will try to find me a job where I will sort and relocate (from there to here) any papers.
I called my train companion (who gave me a business card), and said him that I went into a cafe, that I ate ice cream. I remembered a pleasant meeting with him and decided to call him.
We met and talked.
He said it was very easy to get me into the Institute of Theater, but along the way there might be issues that needed to be resolved quickly, and I needed to be in touch all the time. The most convenient thing is to move in with him.
After my adventures (as an applicant) with the check-in and accommodation in capital, I was even with pleasure packed my things and moved in with him.
At first, my entering at the Institute of Theater was a long-time, difficult and a heavy process.
But one day my companion came with several bottles of alcohol. We sat, listened to music until the night. We had a good time, and everything quickly went forward.
Soon I received a student ID and started classes as a full-fledged student of the Gosha Authority Institute of Theater.
I wrote home about my successes. In our Zharovsk, everyone was surprised that I would not be a nuclear physicist, but an actress. But most of local residents envied me. And my parents were happy - I met their expectations and became a student of a capital's institute.
During a classes, a study in Institute, many problems and questions arise - both large and small.
My companion introduced me to an influential teacher from the Institute of Theater. One day, the three of us met in apartment of my companion. We had a kind conversation and had a drink. I was drinking apple juice.
I had to contact this teacher often, and after a while I moved in with him.
I was not worried a lot about my studies and grades.
My new friend explained to me that no matter how much I mastered the theatrical arts, - from all it a little use.
If a new theater appears in the capital, it is only once every ten to fifteen years.
Joining the layer of capital's actresses is an almost hopeless goal.
Theater institutes issue several dozen (or hundreds) of new "future" actresses every year. If you multiply the number of theaters by the average number of graduates ("actresses") from one theater institute, you will get a lot, a significant number. One or two of new "future" actresses go to work in a capital's theaters - and if they are very lucky.
Thus, - my new friend explained to me, - my task is to learn two things: to obey the director and to be able to play well at the right moments.
I lived in the apartment of my new friend until the next set of applicants (girls-students) to our Institute of Theater.
I lived in the student's hostel only for two or three weeks.
In our Institute of Theater, everything is staged in the best possible way: our rector constantly speaks out for wide public about Stanislavsky and Nemirovich-Danchenko, he interviews (for media) wise women-teachers who remember the greatest actor Karatygin.
At the top they cannot refuse requests of the rector for the allocation of public money for the Institute of Theater.
Meanwhile, we, the girls-students, participate in a variety of social events, play in student performances in a variety of places.
Shortly after my move to the student hostel, we went to my native region, to the regional center. Here, after the performance, the director of my school came up to me, praised me, remembered that I was the best school-student, an excellent schoolgirl, and that I received a gold medal. He said that my mom and dad are teachers at the school.
A man from influential spheres of our region stood next to the director and listened to all this.
I said that I would soon be playing the role of Carmen in a new student play.
I showed them a couple of moves out of Spanish dances: I turned three hundred and sixty degrees a couple of times.
After that, the man from influential spheres and I went to a restaurant on the Left Bank.
I wanted to play, to perform the script in a completely different way, but we, girls-students, were leaving for another city the next day, and besides, during my studies I learned to obey the director implicitly, unconditionally, and to play in correct manner (a role) at the right moments.
"Pull rubber" (to delay) - do serious people have the time and desire for this?
In addition, we, girls-students of the Institute of Theater, are selected, are checked both before the entering to the Institute and during our studies.
So, busy people, getting to know us, - as well as the girls-students of the Institute of Theater, - they somehow imagine the prospects: both of the very dating and of future - subsequent - events.
In half an hour, such a busy person (easily, - without any problems, troubles and interference) gets acquainted with 10-15 adequate girls, and does not waste his time.
Everything is organized wisely. Whether a busy person will go shopping, make gifts to salesgirls and smile to them? Will he have enough time to do his important things and to earn his money?
And those romantic natures, a dreamy men who do not have the opportunity to get acquainted with us (girls-students of the Institute of Theater), with our rector and with a state funding, those who do not have access to us and to the Theatrical World, which enjoys a caring support, - such men can get acquainted with different girls on the streets (or in shops) and to compliment them on city buses (or standing next the cash registers - while paying for goods).
At the request of a person from influential spheres, I stayed for a while in the regional center to participate in important public events. I appeared on local television a couple of times, and they started calling me a "TV presenter from the capital."
And then I married a man from influential spheres, gave birth to a child (the child is now with a nanny).
We are now helping another territory that is in a difficult situation, and my husband went (in past) there periodically.
There, an unpleasant story happened to him once, and he passed away - he headed into Another World.
His friends set skilled people on me, who took away half of the property I inherited after my husband. But even that half that I have exceeds what I could have earned as an actress or as a nuclear physicist in a hundred million years.
The young woman-customer (the driver of the car) looked at the salesgirl and said:
- Another year, and you will not be able to be accepted to the Institute of Theater, under any circumstances. And you see, I have successfully did right actions, - in time.
The salesgirl asked:
- And how is it without a husband - it's probably not comfortable somehow?
The young woman-customer smiled:
- You don't need to know too much. Here we have passed the bridge, already. Where should I drop you off?
- In front of this traffic light. Thank you. It was a nice trip.
- See you later, I sometimes go to your jewelry store, there are interesting things there. See you.
The conversation between the young woman-customer (driver) and the salesgirl (passenger) ended.
The salesgirl got out, and the brand-new, beautiful car drove off.
I have returned into my material body.
October 29, 2024 11:00 a.m.
In the morning I went to the park. The diary was where I left it. At my working place I read a new entry. It's very interesting!
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XXV. A theatrical mask. Diary entries by Lena Likeeva and by the Silver Ring. - May 12, 2024.