Who said that all life is a theater and the people in it are actors. Life is a theater, and the people in it are actors
The whole world is a theater.
There are women, men, all actors.
They have their own exits, departures,
And everyone plays more than one role.
Seven acts in that play. First the baby
Roaring loudly in his mother's arms...
Then a whiny schoolboy with a book in his bag,
With a rosy face, reluctantly, like a snail
Crawling to school. And then lover
Sighing like a furnace with a sad ballad
In honor of the cute eyebrow. And then the soldier
Whose speech is always full of curses,
Overgrown with a beard like a leopard,
Jealous of honor, a bully in a quarrel,
Ready to seek mortal glory
At least in a cannon muzzle. Then the judge
With a round belly, where the capon is hidden,
With a stern look, a trimmed beard,
A treasure trove of template rules and maxims,—
So he plays a role. The sixth age is
It will be skinny Pantalone,
With glasses, shoes, a wallet at his belt,
In pants that have been on the shore since youth, wide
For parched feet; courageous voice
Changes again to a children's treble:
It squeaks like a flute... And the last act,
The end of this whole strange, complex play -
Second childhood, half-forgotten:
Without eyes, without feelings, without taste, without everything.
W.Shakespeare
Monologue of Jacques from the comedy "As You Like It"
Theater
Shakespeare said: “The whole world is a stage, and the people in it are actors!”
Who is a rogue, who is a buffoon, and who is a simpleton, a sage or a hero."
And therefore, and therefore, leave your disputes -
Look for your role in life, sculpt your image.
Our world is a hall! Our life is a stage
Where laughter and tears, grief and love mixed
But, live at least a hundred lives at the same time,
Be and remain yourself always.
Who is glorious, who is inglorious - we sometimes do not know,
We distribute honor and money more and more at random.
The hypocritical demon confuses us with a devilish game,
There is no hurry to change the picture and announce an intermission.
But sometimes, yes, sometimes - after all, everything happens in life! –
Someone will appropriate the stolen role for themselves.
The Lord, having found such people, brands them... Fate undresses them,
And the people are convinced that the king was naked.
And every day, and every day we put on masks,
And, looking in the mirror, sometimes we don’t recognize ourselves...
Only at home, alone, can we safely
Ask: “What in this life are we playing or living?”
Yuri Evseev
The whole world is a stage, and the people in it are actors:
- That's what he said William Shakespeare,
There are honest people, but there are also thieves,
Everyone has their own idol.
Many roles, parts, intermissions,
Lots of different scenes
Many discoveries, many facts,
Lots of love, murders, betrayals.
All this exists both in the theater and in life,
One soul is more capricious than another,
But they all play and live,
They drink water from one bowl.
Only one thought disturbs,
Nobody writes us a script
Maybe this will help us
And we will write it ourselves.
We'll write it the way we want
As soon as our heart tells us,
And of course we will win,
Our heart will show us the right path.
We will all die someday
Everything always comes to an end,
Well, for now we're still living,
While we are wandering through the wonder of the world.
Let's love, create, play.
We will leave a memory of ourselves,
We will be people remember,
They will write poems about us!
The whole world is a theater.
There are women, men, all actors.
They have their own exits, departures,
And everyone plays more than one role.
Seven acts in that play. First the baby
Roaring loudly in his mother's arms...
Then a whiny schoolboy with a book in his bag,
With a rosy face, reluctantly, like a snail
Crawling to school. And then lover
Sighing like a furnace with a sad ballad
In honor of the cute eyebrow. And then the soldier
Whose speech is always full of curses,
Overgrown with a beard like a leopard,
Jealous of honor, a bully in a quarrel,
Ready to seek mortal glory
At least in a cannon muzzle. Then the judge
With a round belly, where the capon is hidden,
With a stern look, a trimmed beard,
A treasure trove of template rules and maxims,—
So he plays a role. The sixth age is
It will be skinny Pantalone,
With glasses, shoes, a wallet at his belt,
In pants that have been on the shore since youth, wide
For parched feet; courageous voice
Changes again to a children's treble:
It squeaks like a flute... And the last act,
The end of this whole strange, complex play -
Second childhood, half-forgotten:
Without eyes, without feelings, without taste, without everything.
W.Shakespeare
Monologue of Jacques from the comedy "As You Like It"
Theater
Shakespeare said: “The whole world is a stage, and the people in it are actors!”
Who is a rogue, who is a buffoon, and who is a simpleton, a sage or a hero."
And therefore, and therefore, leave your disputes -
Look for your role in life, sculpt your image.
Our world is a hall! Our life is a stage
Where laughter and tears, grief and love mixed
But, live at least a hundred lives at the same time,
Be and remain yourself always.
Who is glorious, who is inglorious - we sometimes do not know,
We distribute honor and money more and more at random.
The hypocritical demon confuses us with a devilish game,
There is no hurry to change the picture and announce an intermission.
But sometimes, yes, sometimes - after all, everything happens in life! –
Someone will appropriate the stolen role for themselves.
The Lord, having found such people, brands them... Fate undresses them,
And the people are convinced that the king was naked.
And every day, and every day we put on masks,
And, looking in the mirror, sometimes we don’t recognize ourselves...
Only at home, alone, can we safely
Ask: “What in this life are we playing or living?”
Yuri Evseev
The whole world is a stage, and the people in it are actors:
- So said William Shakespeare,
There are honest people, but there are also thieves,
Everyone has their own idol.
Many roles, parts, intermissions,
Lots of different scenes
Many discoveries, many facts,
Lots of love, murders, betrayals.
All this exists both in the theater and in life,
One soul is more capricious than another,
But they all play and live,
They drink water from one bowl.
Only one thought disturbs,
Nobody writes us a script
Maybe this will help us
And we will write it ourselves.
We'll write it the way we want
As soon as our heart tells us,
And of course we will win,
Our heart will show us the right path.
We will all die someday
Everything always comes to an end,
Well, for now we are still living,
While we are wandering through the wonder of the world.
Let's love, create, play.
We will leave a memory of ourselves,
People will remember us
They will write poems about us!
The world is a theater. And who is who in it? - that is the question. Back in the days Flood Noah gathered a pair of each creature into his ark. For what? It’s not for nothing. This means that every creature, including man, is destined for his own place in this cruel world, which he will either reach, walking firmly, himself, or will float out to it on the boat of fate. When it comes to the theater, one cannot fail to note that a theater without spectators is not a theater, and without actors, even more so. Each person tends to make his own choice: either a place in the gallery or on the stage.
However, one cannot ignore the role of fate in this choice. A certain set of circumstances in one way or another influences events in a person’s life, which, in turn, influence the place this person in life-theater. Just because a person gets on stage does not mean that he is an actor. He can be a prompter, a scenery installer, or a lighting technician in some extreme case. It turns out that the presence of a person on stage does not mean his elevation to the rank of actor. Viewer. He does not take part in the action on stage. He only contemplates what is happening, experiencing or empathizing. But the viewer remains himself, he does not need to put on the mask of this or that hero. It's rare to see a forced smile or squeezed out a tear. Everyone knows that theater begins with a hanger. Wardrobe attendants are another category of people in the theater. He walks with a proud gait, carries heavy fur coats of spectators in winter, and is bored in summer. That's his job.
There are many of these in the theater: the cleaner, the ticket inspector, the salesperson in the cafe - these are minor persons. To stage a play, you need to have a script. Writer. You can't do without it. His work plays a major role in the theater. Thanks to him, the actor has a role, the cloakroom attendant has a job, and the viewer has a reason to go to the theater. But few people see the writer, he rarely goes outside, he is not popular, “ star fever”, as an actor, is not sick. If we consider the world as a theater and myself in this world, then I would not want to be a writer, because only God can write the script of someone’s life; nor by the author, because hypocrisy in any of its manifestations serves as a brake on the development of oneself as a person; nor a spectator, since silent contemplation is not my element; not a cloakroom attendant, because a cloakroom attendant is just a cloakroom attendant, no more and no less.
I would like to be the stage on which events unfold, the curtain that symbolizes the beginning or conclusion of the action, auditorium, in general, something unspiritualized and eternal, since only unspirituality can take a position without flaws, that is, an ideal position in the theater of life; and eternity will help you correctly navigate time and the morals that depend on it. While I am only a spectator in the theater, although not indifferent, however, following the statement: “The world is a theater, and the people in it are actors,” I will still take my place on the stage of life in the mask of some hero.
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This victim of the current “Ministry of Culture” spent half an hour “with bated breath” talking to me about her admiration for the actors, and when I asked: “Do you adore your grandfather?”, she faltered, and almost without thinking, blurted out: “Why?” bow down? and continued.
- All life is a theater, and the people in it are actors, so we are all actors, some are greater, some are less...
I didn’t let her finish – I took her by the shoulders, turned her one hundred and eighty degrees and sent her on her way. Only a little later he regretted that he had not thought to give her a kick. Something light, purely symbolic, so that she wouldn’t bury her nose in a snowdrift, but would fly out of the gate, and not fly out. Maybe at least then something would have come through?
A woman must try very hard to make a man want to touch her tailbone (concerned erotomaniacs, I ask you not to react - I said absolutely not what you are thinking about now).
Well, firstly, I was simply “killed” by the illiteracy of the girl who plans to soon “enlighten” those interested as an art critic (!).
She does not know (thanks to the same Ministry of Education or?) that this phrase “all life is a theater, and the people in it are actors”, either intentionally or out of stupidity, was simply distorted by someone by replacing one word with another.
In reality it goes like this (Shakespeare, As You Like It):
"The whole world is a theater.
There are women, men - all actors.
They have exits and exits.
And everyone plays more than one role.
Seven acts in that play.
Baby, schoolboy, youth, lover,
Soldier, judge, old man."
The world is, yes, a kind of theater. But life is not.
There may be different sequential roles in it, from a baby to an old man, but you physically cannot live at least 5-7 roles within a year - from a milling machine operator to a physicist, sorry. After all, you need to study, young lady, and master, and not imitate, as actors do.
At Sovdepia, my teachers forced me to think in analogies, so that it would be easier to understand things that you hear about for the first time or are simply unable to comprehend due to a certain “blindness”, “littered with stereotypes” inherent in every person.
That is why it is much easier for me to “split” some things than for some representatives of modern youth, who are not accustomed to using analogies, and do not even quite understand what it is.
Well, in general, that’s not what we’re talking about here, it’s just a remark.
And that’s what we’re talking about, actually.
The “young lady-future art critic” stated casually that she admired the actors, but there seemed to be nothing to bow to her grandfather for. This is really the end of the line.
I knew her grandfather well; he died at the age of 87, being, among other awards, a holder of two orders of the Red Star and the Red Banner of Labor, that is, he was a hero of both the war and post-war peaceful labor.
And she doesn’t consider it necessary to be proud of him?
Yes, even if your grandfather were even an ordinary comfrey and an “unrewarded” hard worker, is he not worthy of you bowing your “proud” knees to him?
I don't understand this.
For the life of me.
Where does this substituted consciousness come from in human growth, in which the scale of values is deliberately distorted?
Why do some people just don't want to think?
Why is the work of an actor valued by today's society more than the work of the same milling machine operator?
Is he wiser than your grandfather? Or smarter than you? Or is his conscience, thrown on the scales of time, simply going off scale?
Have you ever noticed that you are all wonderful actors who can play any role?
What does it mean to “play like a true professional”?
To be believed, like Stanislavsky?
So in my life I have met a lot of all kinds of scammers and swindlers, whom I believed at first sight.
And Stanislavsky would have believed it, having “lost a couple of pounds” after such a meeting.
Exercise “Mocking stress”
The purpose of this exercise is to form acting attitude to stress. If executed correctly, it can have amazing results.
So, the essence of the exercise is that you are trying to artificially find yourself in under stress. Play what is called a role. But play it not with your voice and movements, but with your soul. Play this role within yourself, but for real. Thanks to this, the opposite, anti-stress effect will occur, which, in fact, is what we are trying to achieve. Using every opportunity to survive stress, we seem to want it. As a result, when stress comes, we experience joy, because we have another opportunity to play, that is, to have an interesting time.
To make it clearer, let's imagine that stress is a certain personality that often pesters us, forcing itself on us as friends or trying to become one with us. But if we start mocking this person, she will eventually not be able to stand such an attitude and will leave us. After all, friendships, as a rule, are destroyed after ridicule and the manifestation of negative feelings. Playing with stress is nothing more than a mockery of him. This treatment should take the stress off guard. And then it will happen backlash: it will appear inside us in a completely different light, contrary to its essence. Our attitude to stress will become completely different, acting. And this is an automatic solution to the problem.
What is the mechanism of submission to stress? A person runs from experiences, but they overtake him. If this mechanism is changed (that is, not avoiding stress, but, on the contrary, turning towards it), then the entire device may collapse. Stress is like an animal when hunting: it chases the prey, which runs away. Always like this. What will happen if the prey stops running away and, on the contrary, chases after him? Imagine a lion chasing an antelope. And suddenly the opposite happens: the antelope turns sharply and rushes towards him. This will be so unexpected for the lion that he may run away, succumbing to the principle “if you are being chased, you must run away” (the law of the jungle). This is the opposite effect, that is, a change in the very essence, the very mechanism of any action.
In other words, the enemy wants to harm us, and we turn his harm into an interesting game for ourselves. It is clear that the enemy will not like this and will simply stop harming you. After all, if harm is no longer perceived as harm, then there is no point in dealing with it.
So, stress comes, and you are happy. After all, you have a great opportunity, which you can’t miss, to play a role. Play masterfully, for real. Play the role of a person exposed to stress, and at the very moment when stress itself came to him. Act and be satisfied with your acting skills.
Thus, we regard every approach of stress as a long-awaited opportunity to play a role. Thus, the very essence of the nature of stress will be changed. And in this case, stress, if it were a person, would simply not be able to withstand such a frivolous attitude towards itself and, offended, would leave.
I tried to do the same with a common illness. One day I got sick and it was very hard for me. Then I just switched (think switch) to the role. I began to play this disease. I played it, I played it for real, because I was really sick. It was interesting, and as a result I felt a lot better.
Much depends on our attitude To one or another phenomenon.
It can even get to the point where a person wants to get sick (or be stressed) in order to try himself as an artist.
Exercise "Acting"
This exercise is very similar to the previous one. Just in in this case we use it in more in a broad sense. How did it come about? One day I was forced to do hard physical work for a long time. It was very difficult for me, and I was very tired, but rest was impossible. Then I turned it on acting, imagining himself as a slave who must work hard at the will of his master in order to save his life. And this game of mine (this mood of mine) restructured my consciousness, creating an additional incentive to work. Of course, you need to play such games within reason, so as not to overdo it and harm your health.
You can use “acting” in many cases: when preparing for and during an exam; undergoing an illness (I have already spoken about this) and always when you are afraid, worried, fail, are disappointed, lose, etc. When it is very difficult, you can play an exhausted sufferer. Just tune in to the fact that you are playing it. Transfer the problem from the category of life to the category of role and masterfully play this role.
There is a lot to be learned from the saying “life is a theater and the people in it are actors.” It has a very deep meaning.
Think about it, if you are under stress, then it’s hard for you, but if you started playing with this stress, then it’s a completely different matter. After all, you took this stress out of life (yours) and turned it into a role. And if it’s hard for you again, it will be as an actor, because the role is difficult. So, let (as far as possible) the heaviness be the actor's.
How more problems you can transfer from the life channel to the acting one, the more vital energy you will save money. And with more energy, you'll be able to tackle many of life's other tasks more productively.
Exercise “Creativity”
You can “give” your pain to paper, to creativity. My creativity, for example, began precisely with pain, and with the kind that I wouldn’t wish even on my enemy. It was hellish love pain. If everything I am writing about now had been understood by me then, then I could have avoided much torment. And yet, it was in the crucible of suffering that my creativity was born.
When we are in pain, we want to give away this pain, get rid of it. And if someone could take it away (without harming themselves), then we would probably give it away. Well, let's give it to creativity.
Getting in touch with creativity heartache can give birth to beauty.
It would seem, how can this be? If pain is the mother, then how is beauty born? After all, the very essence of pain is damage. Heart damage. But beauty is truly born, because its father is creativity.
Pain plus creativity equals beauty. But where there is beauty, there is pleasure.
I have embodied (partially or completely) my pain in many of my works. In one of his early stories I put so much suffering into it that I wrote it with tears in my eyes.
I found a use for my pain. An application that brought me a state of happiness. Now I feel happy when I write. But I'm grateful for the pain. I am ready to shake her hand and thank her for making a significant contribution to my creative development. However, not to shake, but to kiss Mrs. Pain’s hand. She and I became one, and beauty was born. The beauty of my words, my style, poetry, my songs, drawings, my music. The beauty of myself. Whether anyone will see this beauty or not is another question.
You can play off stress, anxiety, and fear. And failure, and rejection, and unhappy love. But not the loss loved one(I am writing this because I am afraid that someone will misinterpret my words). When grief happens to a person (he loses a loved one or loved one), then you need to try to survive this pain. Time heals wounds. At first it can be unbearably difficult, but life is so arranged that you need to live on, even if it seems that all meaning has been lost. Whether you like it or not, you have to. There's nowhere to go. We need to live.
Exercise "Adrenaline"
The listed problems (except grief) can be translated into the channel of obtaining adrenaline. Notice the two people who are afraid in different ways. One’s knees are shaking from fear, while the other enjoys this state, perceiving it as a kind of mental extreme, drive. It's all about attitude.
Consider, for example, anxiety. There are different means to combat it. One of them is the elimination of the enemy with his own weapons. That is, not to be afraid of jitters, but, on the contrary, to desire it. After all, excitement can turn into a kind of adrenaline for your body. For example, if you are standing in front of a thousand people and your heart is pounding as if in a fit, isn’t that adrenaline? And you can love this serious extreme situation that you will wait for her again and again.
Of course, not everyone is an extreme person, but in light of the solution to the previously raised problem, you can try to become one at least a little.
