kami of happiness. With years of despondency, decades of melancholy, loneliness. She felt uncomfortable in her own body and the fate felt by God. She didn't fight - she lived. The tragedy of mismatch, experienced every second, created a phenomenon called Ranevskaya. She said: “I was smart enough to live my life stupidly.” It is a great, courageous stupidity not to approach an alien world. The children shouted after her: “Mulya, don’t make me nervous!” She drove them away and scolded them. Friends - one after another - disappeared into oblivion. There were photographs left. Hateful: “Mulya!..” was heard from all sides. The audience loved her. But he didn't like time. It took a bite out of the space around it. Haven't gotten close yet.

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