ABSTRACT
The future beckons, it promises new impressions, interesting emotions, yet at the same time it frightens you with doubts, disillusion, the wounding of your actors best and morbidly sensitive feelings. Echoes from the nervous strain the director and the actors are under are relayed to their families. When they are put under the control of that centre your equilibrium and self-mastery are established. The artist had kindly raised one side of it and through the perspective thus afforded one could glimpse in the distance mountains, rivers, ripening grain, lakes, roads, valleys, forests, plowed fields, in the far distance the Kremlin of Moscow, and perhaps even the Eiffel Tower. There is the assistant stage director trying to look not only calm, but lighthearted as he whispers his last directions: the buzz of audience voices, which seems so maliciously cheerful, gradually dies down with the lowering of the house lights.
