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With love, sister Nataltsia
Everything I want to say about the human representatives of this profession can be summed up in one phrase: never sleep with the actors. Once I was so stupid, and it was greedy. Immediately after sex, the actor jumped out of the bed, turned down the overhead light, opened the curtains and climbed onto the windowsill - smoking in the apartment. With this robe on the new one, the coachman's coachman reached his shoulders. Having had sex for three years, and having smoked a good 15 wines - and in this wine was all, the pont was always exactly five times more, lower cost.
I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t have the copy, but I didn’t want to continue to trace other representatives.
Actresses - another word. There are at least two types of stench: active and dead. With the former, everything is simple, they just go to the movies or perform at the theater. An actress of a different type - one who died among many women of other professions. It would be all right, as long as she was well-chosen, but the ghost of the unforgettable actress, who had suddenly fallen asleep, suddenly comes to life and begins to walk, talk and perform scenes. It looks like this: a normal woman of a huge profession can quickly guess that for fourteen years she played the dramatist, danced the gypsy girl at the entrance and sang in the choir. “When I was young, I was sick of the theater,” she says in a legend similar to the last century: how she marveled at Visotsky at Tagantsi or Avilov at Pivdenny Sunset. Unfortunately, there is no historical overview on the right. As a person you don’t know much about, they can read you poems together and sing a romance. If you are a member of the family, then you cannot do without a monologue. And, unfortunately, it won’t be from “Fedry”. Here's a story about how their life, their family's life and their lives have been spoiled for them (as you suddenly become like a man or a child, then - so, you, yourself). This is the kitchen, the saucepan, the stove - among them is the actress. By God, it would be better for you, as if she had seen it, but for the ecology of marriage, for example, the less mediocrity on stage, the healthier it is.
Actors who act, in their own way, are divided into theatrical and film actors. Others are paid more, and those who are the first to engage in their true craft. The theatre, I must say, gives them a school, but it’s incredibly devoid of character.
It’s disgusting to pay there, they just give you a wonderful Maidan for intrigue. It’s impossible to arrive by metro, play the queen in the evening, and after getting up, take off your robe and calmly take the metro back. This belittles the Actress as a Woman and Creator. It’s important to take on the role and behave like a king (which among the most important people is called “rudeness”). She spruces up the make-up artist, puts in the props, furtively rips the frill of the main character’s cloth and barks with the costume designer. Then there she is, in creative unpretentiousness and for as many as 15 days, without remembering herself, happy on stage. Then a little more in another action (the same cloth, or another cape) and a dodge. At the dressing room, she drinks up a flask of cognac and reigns - at night, in the subway, at the exit...
At the cinema, it is possible to pay, but the moral satisfaction of the thirsty one. The popular actress of the third plan is about to appear in a number of TV series in a month, appearing here and there, now as a roommate, now as a nurse, now as the other girl on the right with similar words. It’s not a mask anymore, but the bread is important. Not the ones who portrayed them, not... Having worked a little in the cinema, I realized that a significant group is considered to be actors like stupid horses. That’s what we do, but we respect the stench. You wrap them in the grooming van or with a wicker, change them, then take them to the square and in the process of work, for an hour you just splash like a groom, like “take it,” “put your feet up,” “turn around.” Then you need to dress them back, select a costume, props, and put them out on the street, quilting, so that you don’t forget anything of yours or take someone else’s.
On my word of honor, not all stinks are stupid. Many people are already good and their actions are talented. But the serial machine transforms them into a disposable tool in the hands of the director, and in their poor manufactured heads an intense cognitive dissonance rages: there’s the Actress! - I screw. Millions of people watch it on TV! - and after death he rehearses swearing. Of course, his character is a bitch.
This is an amazing profession, because it is creative, but the people in it are material for the incorporation of other people’s ideas. Individualities are forced into the actors, and then they themselves try to suppress them. So in these poor lands... well, I already talked about the heads... so the directors often have to promote a secret professional technique under the name of “sleeping with an actress.” Do you think the stink is worth it? So phew, it hurts! Vinyatkovo for Glibini is inspired by a creative idea. There in nogo on the third hand’s kshtalt stands... no... on the kshtalt of the woman’s continuation of yogo speciality. She knows, do you understand? And this is the way to start hearing him. Because in another way you can’t hear a woman’s ears - either it will clatter, or at the price ... well, the axis of the stink combine methods. 1
I repeat - not everything, not everything, not ever again. And polite actresses, one of my acquaintances, is one of the most beautiful people I have met in life, not only among the actors and wives, but also among the people.
Hello, boys, there are so many of them... and the stench is so different...
One director wisely told me that a good actress, a good woman and a good person are not obligated to be sold on one feature, and moreover, most of the time, they are not sold on. Saying, “As if the women didn’t need my work, I wouldn’t say a word to them.” Ale, as it seems, the need is overwhelming.
Sleepers, like athletes/circus/ballet, theater and film people, most often sleep with each other. It’s easy for one to understand, he has a busy schedule on tours and work, and it’s easy for him. People wouldn’t want to go near them, on my word of honor. Ale about all sorts of lapses - don’t deal with installers, artists and prop makers, the stink is stinking; The lights are smoking a lot, the sound guys are making noise, and the operators are nasty, or even confused. Psycho directors, props, costume and make-up artists are very busy, assistants behind the actors give priority to the actors.
So, the theatrical community has a habit of not liking actors. Directors, artists, make-up artists - everyone, down to the last installer, respects it with their obligatory duty to say: “I can’t stand actors.” In cinema, concentration and experience are a rich thing, but in theater, the actors there are not loved with special force. The stinks are bad and smelly, the stinks of everyone fight, get together, forget the text, waste speeches and ruin the costumes. The stench is the orphan, the stupidly amorphous biomass, which we are guilty of stuffing into harsh frames and making a film as a result, and then going back and giving these brainless dolls as much glory as the stench can take. And we will not go to the premiere, because the upcoming project will burn. We all marvel at the dividend on the dividend, commenting to our friends: “Oh, but here our daughter could not run ten miles.” It’s cool and professional – they don’t like actors.
And finally, having stumbled in the middle of the movie, I decided not to love, but I spent an entire day in the camp of ignorance. Not because they are so beautiful - there are just enough bad, tacky and rude costumes to ensure that the entire guild does not dislike them. It turned out that it was extremely inappropriate and disgraceful for one’s character to disrespect those whom one is anxious to serve.
In connection with the fact that there are about 70 people who read me, connected with services, I will expand the topic...
Just don’t get puffed up - with service, the wide-ranging words: not servers in cafes, but designers, copywriters, journalists, managers (Vibacht, as I mentioned), well, whoever has a client-responsor-buyer is in danger and right now also sell you (serve, in simpler terms). Be someone who has an audience, to the best of our knowledge. Of course, it would be ideal to encourage partner messages, “we will definitely do it right” and so on. But never go out again, you won’t sit down with any “partner” on the same field. Moreover, the jealousy of your audience does not lie in the quality of the product you are promoting - and people come to the conservatory who do not turn on their mobile phones.
This is why some of the “intellectual servants” choose the path of contempt. If you would have sold at McDonald's, you would have spat on the sauce, and it would have been easy to marry the fucking naughty woman in the hope that it would go away like that. I need to go, I need to tell you. A weak text, a picture with your left foot, a crooked agreement, a stupid movie - you all know your partner. And you can drown yourself in hypocrisy, get drunk on Fridays or at any time like freelancing, and still hate everyone.
Well, when I tried it, it turned out that steal it is unacceptable, steal it. But there is only one known method of browning. I had a chance to meditate a little and begin to put down to these stupid bitches, like before children. Most often - the poor. No, there were completely talented children with whom I would have liked to be friends in another hour, but if the cards had fallen like that, I just began to talk about them, wrap their asses in a carpet, see serverets at times of need, praise and comfort . The word of honor, less simpler and more acceptable, is to stick the pins in the casket below.
Those with an audience (readers, viewers), of course. Mustache is growing, so where to go. If you are the holy chant that you lead a flock of sheep, then you yourself are a ram, and no more. Creative servant. And if the right is rotten, there is no partnership, try to respect, as an adult, the future adults, what is the virulence and understand, and even if you want to harm, like sick children. And the lovers didn’t burn coolly, but they also showed professionalism.
Let's go to the concert. The vocalist sings, strums and so on... and thinks: “All the heifers in the hall are mine!”
The lead guitarist plays the guitar and so on and so forth, playing behind his back, squealing on his knees... and thinking: “All the heifers in the hall are mine!”
The drummer undressed to the waist, so soft, hitting the drums, cymbals... and thinking: “All the heifers in the hall are mine!”
The bass player thinks: “E to D.” Cekati. E to D Cekati. Mi do re...”
(Beard joke)
That's why I deserve a bass player.
More precisely, I love bassists and drummers. In my opinion, there are the greatest misfortunes in music: the bassists become the unsuitable lead guitarists, and the drummers are those who care more about nothing else. Therefore, they make ideal candidates. Bass players always have big penises - it’s a scientifically proven fact, I knew... ( I appreciate it.) one-two-three-whatever... a lot of bassists, and all of them were gifted. And the drummers have the skills of masseurs and even have a keen sense of rhythm, like a smut. True, the percussion in the bed is sometimes forgotten and just at the hour of sex they start tapping on your butt to the maximum, and that’s not enough.
The concept brought me to tears of frustration. This, as you did not know, drill drums - silent . They, the drummers, don’t need to sound the sound, just tap... Bassists in this sense are still healthy.
And, it’s nice, you see, they rarely sleep.
The bassist is not a musician, but a manifestation of nature. It comes like snow and falls... Sensi is in no hurry and always in the frost. Tell you:
And here’s the news:
Why not belong?!
The bass player is passionate, and not because he thinks a lot, but simply respects himself. If it says: “The boys and I got together to play a couple of notes,” it won’t apply. The bassist "gives lows" ... ah, don't eat, just come and "gives lows". It’s really boring - you know from now on what to look for, for example, as psychopaths at the piano.
One little thing - the stench of a frown forever. My man at the right time sings from the double bassists, including through the back door. Where are you going? Of course, to the drummers...
I can’t say anything about the group of musicians, except that the keyboard players are nervous.
Already two deep-rooted people feed me with anxiety:
- Shaw, didn’t you get enough sleep?!
And I confirm:
- No. Jammed. I’m already dreaming about what I’m dreaming about, but I’m freaking out - nothing.
On the right is that I want to write a story, but I don’t care about the plot. I think I read about Barbara Cartland, who wrote nearly 700 novels. It’s impossible to read them, but the point is different: close simsot, not seventy. You really can’t call her a graphomaniac, because it’s something else, it’s divine madness. I watched on TV, this berserker with hairy curls and a horny peignoir. Vona said: “To create the mood, I dress the cloth, light the candles, pour wine into the pot and begin...”
Well, what's stupid here? I put on a clean vest, lit a candle on the monitor and poured a flask of port wine. I read bashorg until the fifth morning. As soon as I remember, I really laughed. Ale didn’t write anything.
So the axis, Barbara was supposedly fed, why bother if she doesn’t matter to the plot. And she said:
“Then I pray, and the Lord grants me a plot.”
Well, isn’t it a miracle?!
If I can’t pray, please accept it through the plot. They had enough of their dreams, and the two girls came out with bad texts, like on me. And now it's jammed. I dream about everything that’s always possible: that I’m falling from my hands onto a blackberry shawl, that I’ve killed everything, but there’s no plot.
I started to write a funny tale, but on the first sentence I clearly misspelled it, and instead of one time my grandmother came to visit, I wrote one time my grandmother came to talk. In principle, there is nothing wonderful - “s” and “v” are on the keyboard, and the middle finger T9 is used with “gov” for the letter en. But I gave up the confession, as a sin, because even without T9 the heroine gathered, all like a fairy, from the horned cloth and backlight, to see the Christmastide promo on the topic “My dears, how did you come up with me” with details - who, why and how ї step. Negatively greedy.
And on the third year of the night, the character of another generation for no reason called his summer squad the Paleolithic Venus. I was a little shocked. I tried to clarify as much as possible - these are the fat diggers. Stormy!
Vіn is an artist (familiar with the history of material culture), when the squad began to get excited about the new generation of young natural girls, Vіn and said - why should you write?! pick up the womb, Venus is Paleolithic.
What a bastard. You need to polish your leg.
Polovna gra Mmm adequacy and meanness і e illuminations e They brought it to the point where another dog writes and fights. If you, in a way, have a skin irritation, then singly among your acquaintances you would like to meet each other, and then you will need a reminder “How to behave with the Writer, so that you work long and bring joy,” in two parts.
Part of the persha. Your loved one is a Writer.
Part of a friend. Vi sami – Writer.
As if you notice that the people close to you have begun to behave wonderfully. If you don’t live together, then the wonder that has existed for everything will appear in the fact that it will increasingly disappear from your life - raptov and in different terms. The hour of discovery could be anywhere from a month to three months, but the process itself looks the same - they miraculously settled down, got ready to meet tomorrow, and the wine appears for the day. At the cafe you turn around at the waiter’s whistle, turn around - there’s no sound. Sometimes it is physically absent, and sometimes a doll with cursed eyes appears in front of you, and when it comes to throwing a stamp, it is unknown. The price has sunk in, but you still don’t know about it. In such situations, it is recommended to check, if people are about to collapse, take them home and hand them over to trusted people. If you try to continue your sleepless sleep, people are confused, staring at the door, tirelessly scribbling letters on servers, hiding behind their hands, and rushing to the computer. Let yogo go.
Since you live with people, as if, mentally, you have tasted the Written Book, then your future will be dark and unacceptable. The loved one transforms into a demon of the day before his eyes, hides and cries, not realizing that he is dealing with him. You will find that you are guilty of godlessness, the covenant of the Kohanets, switching from grass to asphalt or to important drugs or something else, which is due to the stinginess of your life. If you check your veins and mobile phone, it’s obvious that everything is here in your head. I at the computer. At the computer now he plays solitaire, and it’s called “don’t worry, I think.” If he has his middle finger stuck and taps on the keyboard at the rate of 60 Drukar’s strikes per person, he can’t approach - he’ll scream wildly, throw his breasts at the monitor, try to burn the document, inadvertently close it, not save play, and then, having seen it all, forget about it in the courts. No need, don’t scratch. Dark days have come for you, you will be forced to live in the unknown until one day you find out (to let it slip, or someone else will tell you) that your people are now a Writer.
How did it happen? How you lost him - looked at each other, got involved with the filthy lads, was bitten by another Writer, or was already born like this, or even caught - is unknown. The result is obvious: if there are people, there are no people. Decide for yourself what you want to bear this burden - why, I Sofia Andrievna, regardless of the fact, drink from a spoon, wipe the dirt from the keyboard and sit down if everything is bad (and now it will often be bad). If no one can blame you, no one can sue you, the creature is like that, but if so...
For the cob:
A writer is distinguished from, for example, a journalist by the fact that he writes not just a book, but a book. The writer is Poganyi and Garniy. About the bunny and everything else. Friendly and intellectual. I etc.
Let’s say you were given a good copy, not too crazy, averagely written by the senses and remarkably successful. I have an idea, and I think right away, then I write a little later, and the people who have an ear for sick creatures have already marked your threshold and are on the lookout.
Forget all the fools - a night's sleep and cutlets that haven't burned are no longer for you. The motto of your life now is: whoever wants to sleep; cook it yourself; poiv - please the Writer; do not respect pratsyuvati; what kind of sex?!
Tolerate. One thing is for sure - if you don’t want your Writer to stink, pour a foam bath sometime, drink it and guess what time it is. Well, write a damn erotic scene - how to spare.
Rejoice while the Scribe finishes his work and does not cry, for he will soon finish, send the manuscript to the editor, and then it will seem like a miracle. From three days to a month, we watch the call, burning the nails on the legs up to the knees. Hair fluttering on oneself, hanging against the wall, flabby self/disguise, hair - there are possible options, but all at once it is called “wiggle”. He said that he was sorry, and then he found a sheet saying that everything was fine, you need to sign the agreement. It’s so wonderful - A writer for a long time, having worked on his Book for two years, and when the time comes to sell it, he loses his head and fits it in his mind.
There is no need to call him a sucker - he will learn. Until the next, fourth and sixth year, you will clearly understand that you can bargain, put your minds up, negotiate, and in the meantime, of course, with the surface of a trained eye, sign everything that you give. If it suddenly appears that you have costlessly given the rights to twenty-five rocks, don’t get embarrassed. The axis is all I can say.
The writer came home all white and crying - a sure sign that he had read the first edit of his Book. Listen to him, although it’s not too bad, because the quintessence of his promotion is “the editor is a killer!” It doesn’t matter whether three or half of the words were changed in the text, the very idea that the Creative Process would fit in is unbearable.
The writer arrived with a weight of red gold - after having improved the proofreading and appreciating the number of amendments.
Priyshov is quiet - having improved the layout and realizing that everything is serious.
Well, ok, and then we’ll clean up the trim. Good, come after him yourself.
Then it ceases to exist, because the Book has been sent to another place. Now, until the moment when your Writer takes the Book into his hands, it is practically impossible for him to accept it for you. You might as well be alive, but as a powerful one, he’s been listening all hour - who’s that over there?
I bring it to you. With the look of a yak's gut, it killed its first bee-eater. Nestbalo, proudly, with three-armed hands. What about V?
You take it and say it like this:
“Yaka is small. Well, the lining... What is it about you that is so obvious? And you, then, are “young, talented and full of hope”? Oh well. So, let’s be amazed. Why do you write this word like that? Mmm, the editor is definitely a fool. Listen, as for the covers, aren’t you thinking about taking them to court?... Having made a mistake on page 43?”
I don’t know if I should scream and send you to hell, then everything will lie in front of a special window and the next step of your Writer. Just don't be surprised, okay?
Take it into your hands and try to read it. Wait for at least three days, and then tell me what you deserve. You can tell the whole truth in a month. Once someone’s hands stop shaking, try talking calmly. In addition, it is permissible to respect the lining.
Meanwhile, after a while, your Writer will start thinking again - after everything, his Idea will appear again and everything will begin to begin. Try yourself.
I don’t know what will happen. You will experience an itching at the tips of your fingers, and the words in your head will begin to accumulate too quickly, or else you will begin to write.
It's funny, but your loved ones will remember the changes earlier, no matter what. As if nothing special would happen, the walks would be a little longer, a little more than an hour in front of the monitor, and the stink would be even worse. take a look. Yak tse zazvichay buva – mumble, take a lookі laugh so crooked. “You keep sitting, you keep writing, you keep thinking?” Well, so what?
But sooner or later you will find out that you are sitting, writing, thinking, and even more than people decide. So anyway, you observe those who were sitting, and the smell of your eggs will come first to readers, and then to viewers (because of the Internet, and before that it happened). I pray for the Book.
I don’t know who is going through the creative process, so I will write only about the material speeches that I myself wrote, and I will omit the entire esoteric part of the mystery. I still have weak strength, so to speak about it is obscene.
In short, by writing and sending. The story about the first book may be something that everyone will have to read for a long time, then read more quickly, but in any case it will be even more disgraceful. It is obvious that you: a) wrote a fool; b) pretending to be a soft place. And for the whole month (or three days) you live stupidly on the street - as if you left the window. And if you come up with a proposal to sign an agreement, you understand that you will be vibing with some noble part of the body, but not less with it.
Then comes editing. It’s good, because the editor goes into the rhythm of the text, but it’s bad, because it’s choking, because it’s unknown what’s worse - what a blunder or yours that you didn’t note.
Before the layout, you may worry that you have written a nasty book, but then the time has come to finish the cover. Oh, you really need to know that you would like to work on it. And it’s easy to explain that it will be true, because the Book must be sold. And then I’ll show you the first option.
There's no need to cry. It’s still not enough, and the designer is not an idiot and colorblind, he just can’t read thoughts and the artist who drinks from him is lost. If you explain fully to the two, you will understand that it will work. The other one on the right, marketers, in their present form is the Ideal Companion, I think he does not escape from the illegally accepted mental norm - he has the knowledge of a three-year-old, the relish of a Papuan and the intelligence of a fellow classmate (read it, or not love it). And you yourself wrote your book.
Let's go with the butts. Let’s say you created a natural novel... well, if you want “The Life and Death of the Beautiful Arethusa” - with an epigraph from Shelley (Don’t let Arethusa know / Flow into the vast expanse / Ale von flowed 2
Shelley P.B. Vibran. - M., 1998. - P. 51-53. (Translated from English by K. Chemen).
), with a lot of allusion and poslan to world classics, always not about cooking, but “about trying before the end in a broad sense,” for example. What will happen on the obkladinets? Napivgola aunt with a list, bom mitets virishiv, what is fantasy. If you patiently talk to him, you missed the word “postmodernism”, after which you can bring up the option where the picture shows legs in red tights, and the title looks like this: “The Life and Death of the MIRACLE A’Retuzi.” Reituzi, shvidshe for everything, tidy up, even if they hadn’t told you, forfeit CHARVONIES, because the marketers deserved it. Well, so what, the look stings.
It seems that these are people whose willpower is overpowering the whole vision. Don't know. After all, you just flatten your eyes and realize that you won’t be able to see it for another month. And why should you write on the right and not think about sales. And you already have tens of thousands of words from this book on your conscience, and don’t let those on display be deprived of the conscience of other people.
And next day you will have to remember a few simple rules.
You need to be friends with artists. Ideally, it would be good to find out among your friends the person who created the beautiful and “sales” cover, call him, convert him, read the manuscript, bring him to the editor and try to do the careful work of entrusting the robot itself.
If you don’t care, I want to be friends with someone from a famous design studio. Artists, they stink like children (only girshi). Be prepared to retell your book in person, especially emphasizing the main episodes and symbols. It is necessary, to begin with, to understand for yourself what you would like to show on the surface, and then formulate it clearly. There are also folded instructions. “Well, it’s about the khannya...” is not enough evidence to ask about the plot of your immortal novel. I'm sorry, no one, except you, will fully understand the depths of my idea (and if you don't understand, then maybe, well, why did you miss that little letter on the right?).
It’s even easier to work with marketers. It’s completely enough for your first book to drink a little. Then you have to believe and give maximum freedom of action. If you still have nothing to boast about in the sense of commercial success, try to work on yourself and listen to the professionals. It’s amazing, I don’t know what to talk about. And absolutely, the stench doesn’t want to get in the way of every type of whipped cream, so it’s unlikely that they’ll start thinking about it all.
I can say about myself that I don’t like the cover of my first book.
I'll be afraid for a little bit.
I’m writing the third one like I painted it myself.
And then everything went like clockwork. Now, even as I write these words, I still can’t imagine how the book looks, how you hold it in your hands, but I’m absolutely impressed that it’s well-cut. This loveliness is the most beautiful thing that any author could wish for.
And the axis is moving, and you say that nothing happens. The time will come, and you will learn to step aside from it and not take it as a part of yourself. In the meantime, it appears that your person’s inventory is in ten thousand copies. The first axis is the same - on the police, along with Barbara Cartland or fantasy (due to the fact that the wise manager is behind the notes), with smudges on the varnish, with friends' favors, with yours and other people's favors. I'm bad, I'm disgusting, I'm pandering. Yours.
And here come those closest to the first paragraph, having forgotten about some things.
“Yaka is small. Well, the lining... What is it about you that is so obvious? And you, then, are “young, talented and full of hope”? Oh well. So, let’s be amazed. Why do you write this word like that? Mmm, the editor is definitely a fool. Listen, as for the covers, aren’t you thinking about taking them to court?... Having made a mistake on page 43?”
You are not the same as if you made a mistake on the 43rd page, but you have slashes on your back exactly 10 thousand times. What do all people want - for you to take a pen and straighten everything? Having bought the circulation and let it go under? Feeling even worse?
It would be extremely unkind if you screamed and sent all your ears to hell. It’s not out of malice that you stink, but because of the great shame of taking your fate from your own right - you’re just bored, after all, while you’re alive under these blind guises.
In any case, nothing has any special significance, so that you immediately read books to yourself, afraid to be amazed at them, talk about them as if they were dead, and hear them empty in your mind.
And it’s hard to believe that there will be another one.
Everything I want to say about the human representatives of this profession can be summed up in one phrase: never sleep with the actors. Once I was so stupid, and it was greedy. Immediately after sex, the actor jumped out of the bed, turned down the overhead light, opened the curtains and climbed onto the windowsill - smoking in the apartment. With this robe on the new one, the coachman's coachman reached his shoulders. Having had sex for three years, and having smoked a good 15 wines - and in this wine was all, the pont was always exactly five times more, lower cost.
I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t have the copy, but I didn’t want to continue to trace other representatives.
Actresses - another word. There are at least two types of stench: active and dead. With the former, everything is simple, they just go to the movies or perform at the theater. An actress of a different type - one who died among many women of other professions. It would be all right, as long as she was well-chosen, but the ghost of the unforgettable actress, who had suddenly fallen asleep, suddenly comes to life and begins to walk, talk and perform scenes. It looks like this: a normal woman of a huge profession can quickly guess that for fourteen years she played the dramatist, danced the gypsy girl at the entrance and sang in the choir. “When I was young, I was sick of the theater,” she says in a legend similar to the last century: how she marveled at Visotsky at Tagantsi or Avilov at Pivdenny Sunset. Unfortunately, there is no historical overview on the right. As a person you don’t know much about, they can read you poems together and sing a romance. If you are a member of the family, then you cannot do without a monologue. And, unfortunately, it won’t be from “Fedry”. Here's a story about how their life, their family's life and their lives have been spoiled for them (as you suddenly become like a man or a child, then - so, you, yourself). This is the kitchen, the saucepan, the stove - among them is the actress. By God, it would be better for you, as if she had seen it, but for the ecology of marriage, for example, the less mediocrity on stage, the healthier it is.
Actors who act, in their own way, are divided into theatrical and film actors. Others are paid more, and those who are the first to engage in their true craft. The theatre, I must say, gives them a school, but it’s incredibly devoid of character.
It’s disgusting to pay there, they just give you a wonderful Maidan for intrigue. It’s impossible to arrive by metro, play the queen in the evening, and after getting up, take off your robe and calmly take the metro back. This belittles the Actress as a Woman and Creator. It’s important to take on the role and behave like a king (which among the most important people is called “rudeness”). She spruces up the make-up artist, puts in the props, furtively rips the frill of the main character’s cloth and barks with the costume designer. Then there she is, in creative unpretentiousness and for as many as 15 days, without remembering herself, happy on stage. Then a little more in another action (the same cloth, or another cape) and a dodge. At the dressing room, she drinks up a flask of cognac and reigns - at night, in the subway, at the exit...
At the cinema, it is possible to pay, but the moral satisfaction of the thirsty one. The popular actress of the third plan is about to appear in a number of TV series in a month, appearing here and there, now as a roommate, now as a nurse, now as the other girl on the right with similar words. It’s not a mask anymore, but the bread is important. Not the ones who portrayed them, not... Having worked a little in the cinema, I realized that a significant group is considered to be actors like stupid horses. That’s what we do, but we respect the stench. You wrap them in the grooming van or with a wicker, change them, then take them to the square and in the process of work, for an hour you just splash like a groom, like “take it,” “put your feet up,” “turn around.” Then you need to dress them back, select a costume, props, and put them out on the street, quilting, so that you don’t forget anything of yours or take someone else’s.
On my word of honor, not all stinks are stupid. Many people are already good and their actions are talented. But the serial machine transforms them into a disposable tool in the hands of the director, and in their poor manufactured heads an intense cognitive dissonance rages: there’s the Actress! - I screw. Millions of people watch it on TV! - and after death he rehearses swearing. Of course, his character is a bitch.
This is an amazing profession, because it is creative, but the people in it are material for the incorporation of other people’s ideas. Individualities are forced into the actors, and then they themselves try to suppress them. So in these poor lands... well, I already talked about the heads... so the directors often have to promote a secret professional technique under the name of “sleeping with an actress.” Do you think the stink is worth it? So phew, it hurts! Vinyatkovo for Glibini is inspired by a creative idea. There in nogo on the third hand’s kshtalt stands... no... on the kshtalt of the woman’s continuation of yogo speciality. She knows, do you understand? And this is the way to start hearing him. Because in another way you can’t hear a woman’s ears - either it will clatter, or at the price ... well, the axis of the stink combine methods.
Hello, boys, there are so many of them... and the stench is so different...
One director wisely told me that a good actress, a good woman and a good person are not obligated to be sold on one feature, and moreover, most of the time, they are not sold on. Saying, “As if the women didn’t need my work, I wouldn’t say a word to them.” Ale, as it seems, the need is overwhelming.
Sleepers, like athletes/circus/ballet, theater and film people, most often sleep with each other. It’s easy for one to understand, he has a busy schedule on tours and work, and it’s easy for him. People wouldn’t want to go near them, on my word of honor. Ale about all sorts of lapses - don’t deal with installers, artists and prop makers, the stink is stinking; The lights are smoking a lot, the sound guys are making noise, and the operators are nasty, or even confused. Psycho directors, props, costume and make-up artists are very busy, assistants behind the actors give priority to the actors.
…and those who instruct
So, the theatrical community has a habit of not liking actors. Directors, artists, make-up artists - everyone, down to the last installer, respects it with their obligatory duty to say: “I can’t stand actors.” In cinema, concentration and experience are a rich thing, but in theater, the actors there are not loved with special force. The stinks are bad and smelly, the stinks of everyone fight, get together, forget the text, waste speeches and ruin the costumes. The stench is the orphan, the stupidly amorphous biomass, which we are guilty of stuffing into harsh frames and making a film as a result, and then going back and giving these brainless dolls as much glory as the stench can take. And we will not go to the premiere, because the upcoming project will burn. We all marvel at the dividend on the dividend, commenting to our friends: “Oh, but here our daughter could not run ten miles.” It’s cool and professional – they don’t like actors.
And finally, having stumbled in the middle of the movie, I decided not to love, but I spent an entire day in the camp of ignorance. Not because they are so beautiful - there are just enough bad, tacky and rude costumes to ensure that the entire guild does not dislike them. It turned out that it was extremely inappropriate and disgraceful for one’s character to disrespect those whom one is anxious to serve.
In connection with the fact that there are about 70 people who read me, connected with services, I will expand the topic...
Just don’t get puffed up - with service, the wide-ranging words: not servers in cafes, but designers, copywriters, journalists, managers (Vibacht, as I mentioned), well, whoever has a client-responsor-buyer is in danger and right now also sell you (serve, in simpler terms). Be someone who has an audience, to the best of our knowledge. Of course, it would be ideal to encourage partner messages, “we will definitely do it right” and so on. But never go out again, you won’t sit down with any “partner” on the same field. Moreover, the jealousy of your audience does not lie in the quality of the product you are promoting - and people come to the conservatory who do not turn on their mobile phones.
After two months the tears stopped, even after I knew what I needed to eat today, after just a few months I stopped feeling sick, and after five months I began to start coughing again. And then I started crying again.
And I’m so sorry that I didn’t let him go even at that moment when I turned up while walking. The mystery of love, to which I will continue to heed, until the beginning of a simple law has been imposed on me: the requirement to remain in love in its entirety until the end of order, and if you say goodbye, say goodbye again. "First of all, it's beautiful..."
The easiest way to get rid of a twenty-something guy is to give him as much as he can. After the food famine, every now and then we think that we are in paradise. The easiest way to get rid of a twenty-five-year-old young man is to not let him in. I'm really shaking. The easiest way to get rid of a thirty-year-old man is to move in with him at the same time. The one who stinks like a horse, the one who saddles and is less likely to get involved, the one who rides. The easiest way to get rid of a forty-something guy is to be 15 years younger.
There is nothing malty for the power over the loving essence. If you believe that as a result of your simple word, another person changes in character, then I know.
It’s technically difficult to finish - cry if you’re not alone. Let’s say I work silently, not too quickly, but I’m sore and need to blow my nose, but everything is pale. As always, the most romanticism of the situation breaks down in the prose of life: there’s simply no point in snot.
With Maika ... With Maiko we *** ... crawl like rabbits all hour. No, it’s not the sense that the addiction is bad, it’s the normal biological madness. Addiction is like that, until the day after tomorrow, and madness is like that, until the day after tomorrow. Everything is important and everything is unimportant, since this is biological madness, then everyone has it, you understand? People, you approach everything... It’s important to let go of your hands, really... And it’s all the same that you seem to just hear a voice. And it’s all the same, what to do is just marvel at him... You marvel at how kind and warm you are... You marvel at him, and you feel like you’re at home, do you understand? And then nothing will come of the others. Everything is fine, but I just want to go home all the time...Are you understanding?
It’s more humbling that smart women devote so much of their valuable time to “pranks.”
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Dovidnik from sight and turn
Creative bestiary
Renewed, born, born
What to do if you are one of them
With love, sister Nataltsia
Everything I want to say about the human representatives of this profession can be summed up in one phrase: never sleep with the actors. Once I was so stupid, and it was greedy. Immediately after sex, the actor jumped out of the bed, turned down the overhead light, opened the curtains and climbed onto the windowsill - smoking in the apartment. With this robe on the new one, the coachman's coachman reached his shoulders. Having had sex for three years, and having smoked a good 15 wines - and in this wine was all, the pont was always exactly five times more, lower cost.
I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t have the copy, but I didn’t want to continue to trace other representatives.
Actresses - another word. There are at least two types of stench: active and dead. With the former, everything is simple, they just go to the movies or perform at the theater. An actress of a different type - one who died among many women of other professions. It would be all right, as long as she was well-chosen, but the ghost of the unforgettable actress, who had suddenly fallen asleep, suddenly comes to life and begins to walk, talk and perform scenes. It looks like this: a normal woman of a huge profession can quickly guess that for fourteen years she played the dramatist, danced the gypsy girl at the entrance and sang in the choir. “When I was young, I was sick of the theater,” she says in a legend similar to the last century: how she marveled at Visotsky at Tagantsi or Avilov at Pivdenny Sunset. Unfortunately, there is no historical overview on the right. As a person you don’t know much about, they can read you poems together and sing a romance. If you are a member of the family, then you cannot do without a monologue. And, unfortunately, it won’t be from “Fedry”. Here's a story about how their life, their family's life and their lives have been spoiled for them (as you suddenly become like a man or a child, then - so, you, yourself). This is the kitchen, the saucepan, the stove - among them is the actress. By God, it would be better for you, as if she had seen it, but for the ecology of marriage, for example, the less mediocrity on stage, the healthier it is.
Actors who act, in their own way, are divided into theatrical and film actors. Others are paid more, and those who are the first to engage in their true craft. The theatre, I must say, gives them a school, but it’s incredibly devoid of character.
It’s disgusting to pay there, they just give you a wonderful Maidan for intrigue. It’s impossible to arrive by metro, play the queen in the evening, and after getting up, take off your robe and calmly take the metro back. This belittles the Actress as a Woman and Creator. It’s important to take on the role and behave like a king (which among the most important people is called “rudeness”). She spruces up the make-up artist, puts in the props, furtively rips the frill of the main character’s cloth and barks with the costume designer. Then there she is, in creative unpretentiousness and for as many as 15 days, without remembering herself, happy on stage. Then a little more in another action (the same cloth, or another cape) and a dodge. At the dressing room, she drinks up a flask of cognac and reigns - at night, in the subway, at the exit...
At the cinema, it is possible to pay, but the moral satisfaction of the thirsty one. The popular actress of the third plan is about to appear in a number of TV series in a month, appearing here and there, now as a roommate, now as a nurse, now as the other girl on the right with similar words. It’s not a mask anymore, but the bread is important. Not the ones who portrayed them, not... Having worked a little in the cinema, I realized that a significant group is considered to be actors like stupid horses. That’s what we do, but we respect the stench. You wrap them in the grooming van or with a wicker, change them, then take them to the square and in the process of work, for an hour you just splash like a groom, like “take it,” “put your feet up,” “turn around.” Then you need to dress them back, select a costume, props, and put them out on the street, quilting, so that you don’t forget anything of yours or take someone else’s.
On my word of honor, not all stinks are stupid. Many people are already good and their actions are talented. But the serial machine transforms them into a disposable tool in the hands of the director, and in their poor manufactured heads an intense cognitive dissonance rages: there’s the Actress! - I screw. Millions of people watch it on TV! - and after death he rehearses swearing. Of course, his character is a bitch.
This is an amazing profession, because it is creative, but the people in it are material for the incorporation of other people’s ideas. Individualities are forced into the actors, and then they themselves try to suppress them. So in these poor lands... well, I already talked about the heads... so the directors often have to promote a secret professional technique under the name of “sleeping with an actress.” Do you think the stink is worth it? So phew, it hurts! Vinyatkovo for Glibini is inspired by a creative idea. There in nogo on the third hand’s kshtalt stands... no... on the kshtalt of the woman’s continuation of yogo speciality. She knows, do you understand? And this is the way to start hearing him. Because in another way you can’t hear a woman’s ears - either it will clatter, or at the price ... well, the axis of the stink combine methods.
Hello, boys, there are so many of them... and the stench is so different...
One director wisely told me that a good actress, a good woman and a good person are not obligated to be sold on one feature, and moreover, most of the time, they are not sold on. Saying, “As if the women didn’t need my work, I wouldn’t say a word to them.” Ale, as it seems, the need is overwhelming.
Sleepers, like athletes/circus/ballet, theater and film people, most often sleep with each other. It’s easy for one to understand, he has a busy schedule on tours and work, and it’s easy for him. People wouldn’t want to go near them, on my word of honor. Ale about all sorts of lapses - don’t deal with installers, artists and prop makers, the stink is stinking; The lights are smoking a lot, the sound guys are making noise, and the operators are nasty, or even confused. Psycho directors, props, costume and make-up artists are very busy, assistants behind the actors give priority to the actors.
…and those who instruct
So, the theatrical community has a habit of not liking actors. Directors, artists, make-up artists - everyone, down to the last installer, respects it with their obligatory duty to say: “I can’t stand actors.” In cinema, concentration and experience are a rich thing, but in theater, the actors there are not loved with special force. The stinks are bad and smelly, the stinks of everyone fight, get together, forget the text, waste speeches and ruin the costumes. The stench is the orphan, the stupidly amorphous biomass, which we are guilty of stuffing into harsh frames and making a film as a result, and then going back and giving these brainless dolls as much glory as the stench can take. And we will not go to the premiere, because the upcoming project will burn. We all marvel at the dividend on the dividend, commenting to our friends: “Oh, but here our daughter could not run ten miles.” It’s cool and professional – they don’t like actors.
And finally, having stumbled in the middle of the movie, I decided not to love, but I spent an entire day in the camp of ignorance. Not because they are so beautiful - there are just enough bad, tacky and rude costumes to ensure that the entire guild does not dislike them. It turned out that it was extremely inappropriate and disgraceful for one’s character to disrespect those whom one is anxious to serve.
In connection with the fact that there are about 70 people who read me, connected with services, I will expand the topic...
Just don’t get puffed up - with service, the wide-ranging words: not servers in cafes, but designers, copywriters, journalists, managers (Vibacht, as I mentioned), well, whoever has a client-responsor-buyer is in danger and right now also sell you (serve, in simpler terms). Be someone who has an audience, to the best of our knowledge. Of course, it would be ideal to encourage partner messages, “we will definitely do it right” and so on. But never go out again, you won’t sit down with any “partner” on the same field. Moreover, the jealousy of your audience does not lie in the quality of the product you are promoting - and people come to the conservatory who do not turn on their mobile phones.
This is why some of the “intellectual servants” choose the path of contempt. If you would have sold at McDonald's, you would have spat on the sauce, and it would have been easy to marry the fucking naughty woman in the hope that it would go away like that. I need to go, I need to tell you. A weak text, a picture with your left foot, a crooked agreement, a stupid movie - you all know your partner. And you can drown yourself in hypocrisy, get drunk on Fridays or at any time like freelancing, and still hate everyone.
Well, when I tried it, it turned out that steal it is unacceptable, steal it. But there is only one known method of browning. I had a chance to meditate a little and begin to put down to these stupid bitches, like before children. Most often - the poor. No, there were completely talented children with whom I would have liked to be friends in another hour, but if the cards had fallen like that, I just began to talk about them, wrap their asses in a carpet, see serverets at times of need, praise and comfort . The word of honor, less simpler and more acceptable, is to stick the pins in the casket below.
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Title: Evidence from sight and turn
The book “A Witness at a Glance and a Turn” is a useful guide to how to behave correctly in these and other situations. At the same time, the author makes it clear that everyone is thinking about it - it’s just a thought, and it’s not obligatory for absolutely everyone to think like that.
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... It’s even more humbling that smart women devote so much of their valuable time to pranks.
The “little woman” stage begins at the age of thirteen and moves as much as illusions.
... the idea of the perishability of light runs like a red thread through his information, but the mood is not in trouble.
... there is nothing malty for the power over the loving essence. If you believe that as a result of your simple word, another person changes in character, then I know.
Since you are a holy chant, you lead a line of sheep, then you yourself are a ram, and no more.
The key to success is what you do every day, and not the cameras pointed at you.
