ABSTRACT
Today we assembled so that Tortsov could give us his notes on our performances.
He said: ‘In art we need, above all, to find and understand what is beautiful. And
so, let us first remember the positive moments in what you gave us. There were only two, the first when Marya ran down the stairs with the desperate cry, “Save me!”, and the second was Kostya’s “Blood, Iago, blood!” In both instances you, the players, like us the audience, surrendered totally to what was happening. We were stunned and fired by the same common emotion.
