Women's monologues from literary works. How to choose a monologue when applying to a theater university

And she cross-posted it on all social networks: “Which female characters from world literature and cinema seem to you the most powerful and attractive?” I myself refrained until the evening in order to compile the most complete list of those heroines who made an impression on me.

Of course, the most popular strong girl will always be recognized Scarlett O'Hara from Gone with the Wind by Margarett Mitchell. And I, too, fell under her spell from the first minute of the film of the same name. “I’ll think about it tomorrow” seems to be the motto of all strong women on the planet. The book is a breeze to read, and in the film is my favorite Vivien Leigh (yes, I read her biography a couple of times and watched ALL the films I could get my hands on). One caveat: I like the movie Scarlett much more than the book Scarlett, but the latter is too harsh and cold towards children.

Probably the second most popular favorite girl image - Holly Gallightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's, Truman Capote. The book Holly is more like a real girl, but as portrayed by Audrey Hepburn, she is completely unearthly - she sings Moon River on the windowsill and needs only the Cat of all living creatures on this earth.

Well, moving to New York, two of my favorite TV series immediately come to mind. "Sex and the City" with the heroine closest to me in terms of mentality - Carrie Bradshaw. Her “And then I thought” is simply a true story of ma life. It is so deep and at the same time touching that it is impossible to tear yourself away until you binge-watch all the seasons, also binge-watching the first film. You don’t need to watch the second one, otherwise it’ll be like lowering the temperature. My absolute ideal in terms of "realness".

Second New York heroine - Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl. An arrogant intriguer who has amazing English, disarming sensuality, an unsurpassed sense of style and such an important quality: the ability to prioritize and distinguish her people from strangers. A striking example of how behind an ideal mask hides a very vulnerable and tender girl who dreams with that same Hepburn and writes a diary, and has kept it under her bed since the fifth grade.

A film from the 90s - "When Gary Met Sally" - about friendship, telephone conversations and kindred spirits - and the wonderful Meg Ryan in the light and humorous role Sally.

The film itself is a miracle, it contains one of my favorite quotes:

“I love that you get cold when it"s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you"re looking at me like I"m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it "s not because I"m lonely, and it"s not because it"s New Year"s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

And what a scene with a simulated orgasm! I won’t even say anything, just watch the video:

One of the most powerful heroines of Soviet cinema - Zosia from "School Waltz". Not a very famous film, but the girl is Katya Tikhomirova from school. The film is about the inability to forgive, even if you really want to. But what amazes me most is how silent she is. She is silent the entire film and looks at everyone with serious brown eyes.

And here Vika Lyuberetskaya from “Tomorrow there was war” by Boris Vasiliev - the ideal of a Woman. She may never have grown up, but she understands so precisely and clearly what art, love, and happiness are.

I still love it very much Katya Tatarinova from “Two Captains” by Veniamin Kaverin - a very holistic, harmonious and feminine image of a girl who at the same time madly loves her one and only Sanya Grigoriev, and at the same time exists as an independent and full-fledged person.

I have known her monologue from besieged Leningrad by heart since the seventh grade and consider it the personification of faith in a man and love for him. "May my love save you."

“This heart beat and prayed on a winter night, in a hungry city, in a cold house, in a small kitchen, barely lit by the yellow light of a smokehouse, which flared faintly, fighting with the shadows protruding from the corners. May my love save you! May my hope touch you ! She will stand next to you, look into your eyes, breathe life into your dead lips! She will press her face to the bloody bandages on her legs. She will say: it’s me, your Katya. I came to you, wherever you are. I’m with you, no matter what happens to you. Let someone else help, support you, give you something to drink and feed - it’s me, your Katya. And if death bends over your headboard and you no longer have the strength to fight it, and only the smallest, last strength remains in your heart - it will be I, and I will save you."

Well, speaking about love and the fight for it, one cannot fail to mention Bulgakvskaya Margarita. But I won’t even say anything here, everyone knows the story about how she walked around with flowers of an alarming yellow color, and then shouted “Invisible and free” and stood at Satan’s ball. And all for what? For the Master's sake, of course!

[It’s so interesting that I can say about myself - I’m never Margarita, with all my eccentricity. With Masters you must always be in the shadows. If one of the pair flies, then the second must stand firmly on its feet. So, I am the one who flies].

A separate category of interesting and strong from the point of view of artistry, but not strength of spirit - original and unearthly girls-artists-creative personalities.
This and Ellie from "Laptop" (the one with the seagull) with red hair, a narrow back and a boisterous laugh.

AND Paige from "The Oath". The film is worth watching just for that last line at the end.

AND Candy from the film of the same name with Heath Ledger. A kind of Requiem for a Dream, but much more aesthetic.

With a wall on which a fairy tale is written: " Once upon a time there lived Dan and Candy. And everything was fine with them at that time day . And time went. He did everything for her. He stars I could get it from heaven. He did everything to win her. And the birds fluttered above her head... everything was perfect... everything was golden. One night her bed began to burn with fire. He was handsome, but he was a criminal. We lived among the sun, light, and everything sweet. It was Start absurd pleasure. Reckless Denny. Then Candy disappeared. The last rays of the sun ran wildly across the ground. This time I want to try it like I did You . You burst into mine very quickly life and I liked it. We rejoiced in this dirty pleasure. And it was very hard to give up. Then the ground suddenly tilted. This business . This is what we live for. When you're near I see meaningof death. Maybe we won't sleep again together . My monster is in the pool. The dog is used to barking without causes . I have always tried to look far ahead. Sometimes I hate you. Friday. I did not want to offend. My

Profitable place (1856)

Monologues of Anna Pavlovna

(Vyshnevsky’s wife; young woman)

Act five, scene one

Is reading:

“Dear Madam, Anna Pavlovna! Excuse me if you don’t like my letter; your actions towards me justify mine. I heard that you laugh at me and show strangers my letters, written with enthusiasm and in a fit of passion. You cannot not to know my position in society and how much your behavior compromises me. I am not a boy. And by what right do you do this to me? My seeking was completely justified by your behavior, which, you yourself must admit, was not impeccable. And although to me, As a man, some liberties are allowed, but I don’t want to be funny. And you made me the subject of conversation in the whole city. You know my relationship with Lyubimov, I already told you that among the papers that remained after him, I found several of your letters ". I suggested that you receive them from me. As soon as you overcome your pride and agree with public opinion that I am one of the most handsome men and more successful among the ladies than others. You wanted to treat me with contempt; in that case, you must excuse me: I decided to give these letters to your husband." This is noble! Ugh, what an abomination! Well, it doesn’t matter, it was necessary to end it someday. I’m not the kind of woman who would agree to correct with cold debauchery an offense committed out of passion. We have good men! A man who is forty years old, whose wife is beautiful, begins to court me, say and do stupid things. What can justify him? Passion? What passion! He is already, I think, eighteen years old, he lost the ability to fall in love. No, it’s very simple: he has heard various gossip about me, and he considers me an accessible woman. And so, without any ceremony, he begins to write passionate letters to me, filled with the most vulgar endearments, obviously very cold-bloodedly invented. He will visit ten living rooms, where he will tell the most terrible things about me, and then come to console me. He says that he despises public opinion, that passion in his eyes justifies everything. He swears his love, says vulgar phrases, wanting to give his face a passionate expression, makes some strange, sour smiles. He doesn’t even bother to pretend to be in love. Why bother, it will do just fine, as long as the form is respected. If you laugh at such a person or show him the contempt he deserves, he considers himself entitled to take revenge. For him, the funny is worse than the dirtiest vice. He will brag about his relationship with a woman himself - this does him honor; but showing his letters is a disaster, it compromises him. He himself feels that they are funny and stupid. Who do they think the women they write such letters to are? Unscrupulous people! And now he, in a fit of noble indignation, commits meanness against me and probably considers himself right. Yes, he’s not the only one, everyone is like that... Well, so much the better, at least I’ll explain it to my husband. I even want this explanation. He will see that if I am guilty before him, then he is more guilty before me. He killed my whole life. With his selfishness he dried up my heart, took away from me the opportunity for family happiness; he made me cry about something that cannot be turned back - about my youth. I spent it with him vulgarly, insensitively, while my soul asked for life and love. In the empty, petty circle of his acquaintances, into which he introduced me, all the best spiritual qualities in me died out, all the noble impulses froze. And in addition, I feel remorse for an offense that was not in my power to avoid.

Act five, scene three

If you please, I’ll shut up about this, you’ve already been punished enough; but I will continue about myself.

Maybe you will change your opinion about yourself after my words. You remember how I shunned society, I was afraid of it. And not without reason. But you demanded - I had to give in to you. And so, completely unprepared, without advice, without a leader, you brought me into your circle, in which temptation and vice are at every step. There was no one to warn me or support me! However, I myself recognized all the pettiness, all the depravity of those people who make up your acquaintance. I took care of myself. At that time I met Lyubimov in society, you knew him. Remember his open face, his bright eyes, how smart and how pure he was! How heatedly he argued with you, how boldly he spoke about all kinds of lies and untruths! He was saying what I already felt, although it was unclear. I was expecting objections from you. There were no objections from you; you only slandered him, invented vile gossip behind his back, tried to bring him down in public opinion, and nothing more. How I wanted to stand up for him then; but I had neither the opportunity nor the intelligence for this. All I could do was... love him.

So I did. I saw later how you ruined him, how little by little you achieved your goal. That is, you are not alone, but everyone who needed it. You first armed society against him, said that his acquaintance was dangerous for young people, then you constantly insisted that he was a freethinker and a harmful person, and turned his superiors against him; he was forced to leave his service, his family, his acquaintance, to leave here... (Closes his eyes with a handkerchief.) I saw it all, I suffered through it all myself. I saw the triumph of malice, and you still consider me the girl you bought and who should be grateful and love you for your gifts. They made a vile gossip out of my pure relationship with him; the ladies began to openly slander me and secretly envy me; young and old red tape began to persecute me without ceremony. This is what you have brought me to, a woman worthy, perhaps, of a better fate, a woman capable of understanding the true meaning of life and hating evil! That's all I wanted to tell you - you will never hear a reproach from me ever again.

Polina's monologue

(Zhadov’s wife, a young girl)

Act four, scene one

Alone, looking out the window.

How boring, just death! (Sings.) “Mother, my dear, my sunshine! Have pity, my dear, your child.” (Laughs.) What a song came to mind! (He thinks again.) I would have failed, it seems, from boredom. Is it possible to make a wish on the cards? Well, that won't be the case. It's possible, it's possible. What else, but we have this. (Takes cards out of the table.) I really want to talk to someone. If only someone had come, I would be glad, I would be cheerful now. And what does it look like! sit alone, all alone... There’s nothing to say, I like to talk. It used to be that we were at Mama’s, and the morning would come, crackling, crackling, and you wouldn’t see how it would pass. And now there is no one to talk to. Should I run to my sister? It's too late. What a fool, I didn’t think of it sooner. (Sings.) “Mother, my dear...” Oh, I forgot to tell my fortune!.. What should I tell my fortune about? But I wonder if I will have a new hat? (Lays out the cards.) It will be, it will be... it will be, it will be! (Claps his hands, thinks and then sings.) “Mother, my dear, my sunshine! Have pity, my dear, your child.”

Monologue of Felisata Gerasimovna Kukushkina

(widow of a collegiate assessor, old woman)

Act four, scene four

There are such scoundrels in the world! However, I don’t blame him: I never had hope for him. Why are you silent, madam? Didn’t I tell you: don’t give your husband any favors, grind him every minute, day and night: give him money, give him where you want, take him, give him. I need it for this, I need it for something else. Mama, they say, I have a thin lady, I need to accept her decently. He will say: I don’t have it. What do I care? Either steal it or give it to me. Why did you take it? He knew how to get married, and he knew how to support his wife decently. Yes, I would have pounded his head from morning until night, maybe he would come to his senses. If I were you, I wouldn’t have a conversation any other way.

No, you’d better say that you have a lot of stupidity and self-indulgence in your character. Do you know that your pampering spoils men? You have all tenderness on your mind, everything would hang around his neck. I was glad that I got married and waited. But no, to think about life. Shameless! And who are you born into? In our family, everyone is decidedly cold towards their husbands: everyone thinks more about outfits, how to dress more decently, to show off in front of others. Why not caress your husband, but he needs to feel why he is being caressed. For example, Yulinka, when her husband brings her something from the city, will throw herself on his neck, freeze, and forcefully steal it. That’s why he brings her gifts almost every day. If he doesn’t bring it, she’ll pout and won’t speak to him for two days. Hang on their neck, perhaps, they are happy, that’s all they need. Shame on you!

But wait, we’ll both sit on him, and maybe he’ll give in. The main thing is not to indulge and not listen to his nonsense: he is his, and you are yours; argue until you faint, and don’t give in. Give in to them, they are ready to at least carry water for us. Yes, his pride, his pride needs to be knocked down. Do you know what's on his mind?

This, you see, is such a stupid philosophy, I recently heard it in one house, now it has become fashionable. They got it into their heads that they were smarter than everyone else in the world, otherwise they were all fools and bribe-takers. What stupidity is unforgivable! We, they say, do not want to take bribes, we want to live on one salary. There will be no life after this! Who should we give our daughters to? After all, this way, what good, the human race will end. Bribes! What is the word bribe? They themselves invented it to offend good people. Not bribes, but gratitude! But it’s a sin to refuse gratitude; you have to offend a person. If you are a single person, there is no trial against you, act like a fool as you know. Perhaps, at least don’t take a salary. And if you get married, then learn to live with your wife, don’t deceive your parents. Why do they torment their parents' hearts? Another crazy person suddenly takes a well-mannered young lady, who has understood life since childhood and whom her parents, sparing nothing, raise with completely different rules, even trying as best they can to distance her from such stupid conversations, and suddenly locks her in some kind of kennel! What kind of well-mannered young ladies do they think they want to turn into laundresses? If they want to get married, they would marry some deluded people who don’t care whether they are a lady or a cook, who, out of love for them, will be happy to wash their own skirts and trudge through the mud to the market. But there are some women who have no idea.

What does it take for a... educated woman who sees and understands all of life like the back of her hand? They don't understand this. For a woman, it is necessary that she is always well dressed, that there is a servant, and most importantly, she needs calmness, so that she can be distant from everything, in her nobility, and not get involved in any economic squabbles. Yulinka does just that for me; she is decidedly far from everything except being preoccupied with herself. She sleeps for a long time; In the morning the husband must give orders for the table and absolutely everything; then the girl gives him tea and he leaves for the presence. Finally she gets up; tea, coffee, all this is ready for her, she eats, dressed in the most excellent manner and sat down with a book by the window to wait for her husband. In the evening she puts on her best dresses and goes to the theater or to visit. That's life! Here's the order! This is how a lady should behave! What could be more noble, what could be more delicate, what could be more tender? I praise you.

Thunderstorm (1860)

Katerina's monologues

(wife of Tikhon Kabanov; young girl)

Act one, scene seven

Why don't people fly?

I say, why don’t people fly like birds? You know, sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you feel the urge to fly. That's how she would run up, raise her hands and fly. Something to try now?

(Sighing).

How playful I was! I've completely withered away from you. Was that what I was like? I lived, didn’t worry about anything, like a bird in the wild. Mama doted on me, dressed me up like a doll, and didn’t force me to work; I used to do whatever I want. Do you know how I lived with girls? I'll tell you now. I used to get up early; If it’s summer, I’ll go to the spring, wash myself, bring some water with me and that’s it, I’ll water all the flowers in the house. I had many, many flowers. Then we’ll go to church with Mama, all the pilgrims, our house was full of pilgrims; yes praying mantis. And we’ll come from church, sit down to do some work, more like gold velvet, and the wandering women will begin to tell: where they were, what they saw, different lives, or sing poems. So until lunch time will pass. Then the old women will fall asleep, and I walk around the garden. Then to Vespers, and in the evening again stories and singing. It was so good!

Yes, everything here seems to be out of captivity. And to death I loved going to church! Exactly, it happened that I would enter heaven and not see anyone, and I don’t remember the time, and I don’t hear when the service is over. Just like it all happened in one second. Mama said that everyone used to look at me to see what was happening to me. Do you know: on a sunny day such a light column goes down from the dome, and smoke moves in this column, like a cloud, and I see that it used to be as if angels were flying and singing in this column. And sometimes, a girl, I’d get up at night, we also had lamps burning everywhere, and somewhere in a corner, and I’d pray until the morning. Or I’ll go into the garden early in the morning, the sun is just rising, I’ll fall on my knees, pray and cry, and I myself don’t know what I’m praying for and what I’m crying about; that's how they'll find me. And what I prayed for then, what I asked for, I don’t know; I didn’t need anything, I had enough of everything. And what dreams I had, Varenka, what dreams! Either the temples are golden, or the gardens are some kind of extraordinary, and everyone is singing invisible voices, and there is a smell of cypress, and the mountains and trees seem not to be the same as usual, but as if depicted in images. And it’s as if I’m flying, and I’m flying through the air. And now I sometimes dream, but rarely, and not even that. (after a pause). I'll die soon.

No, I know that I will die. Oh, girl, something bad is happening to me, some kind of miracle! This has never happened to me. There is something so unusual about me. I’m starting to live again, or... I don’t know. (takes her hand). But here’s what, Varya: it’s some kind of sin! Such fear comes over me, such and such fear comes over me! It’s as if I’m standing over an abyss and someone is pushing me there, but I have nothing to hold on to. (He grabs his head with his hand.)

Healthy... It would be better if I were sick, otherwise it’s not good. Some kind of dream comes into my head. And I won’t leave her anywhere. I won’t be able to think, I won’t be able to gather my thoughts, I won’t be able to pray. I babble words with my tongue, but in my mind it’s not at all like that: it’s as if the evil one is whispering in my ears, but everything about such things is bad. And then it seems to me that I will feel ashamed of myself. What happened with me? Before trouble, before any of this! At night, Varya, I can’t sleep, I keep imagining some kind of whisper: someone is talking to me so affectionately, like a dove cooing. I don’t dream, Varya, as before, of paradise trees and mountains, but as if someone is hugging me so warmly and warmly and leading me somewhere, and I follow him, I go...

To be admitted to acting and theater arts programs, you must read a passage of a work of fiction at the audition. What should you choose? Tips from Stuart Howard, a New York-based casting director for theatre, film and television.

I’ll say right away: there is simply no list of ideal monologues for actors. There are those that I personally like, for example, “Hamlet’s Advice to Actors” (“Perform a monologue, I beg you...”). This passage perfectly combines stunning language, charisma of the character and a dose of humor, but not everyone can play Hamlet, and not everyone should do it. I believe that a monologue should suit the actor and vice versa. I can tell you that such and such monologues are good, but if they do not suit you and you do not enjoy performing them, they are unlikely to give you anything.

More about the classics: If your audition requires you to present one of Shakespeare's monologues, you should not expect that you can distinguish yourself by learning a sonnet. Shakespeare's plays contain dozens of great characters and monologues, both in verse and prose.

Actors ask me all the time for advice on whether a passage should be funny or serious. My answer is - choose what suits you best and what you like best, but do not forget that with a short comic passage it is more difficult to make a good impression than with a short serious one.

Actors often ask the question, “What is a monologue anyway?” According to Webster's Dictionary, "a monologue is a passage or work, in verse or prose, presenting the words or thoughts of a single character." So a dialogue from which the second character’s lines were thrown out cannot definitely be considered a monologue. I think the best example can be found again in Hamlet: this is a soliloquy that begins with the words “To be or not to be.” The main character stands alone on stage, and, depending on the director’s vision, talks to himself or addresses the audience.

I would like to give some advice to actors. The best thing you can do is read, read more, and then read some more. Fall in love with the author's words and choose a monologue that best expresses that love. Look for familiar plays and read all those that are recommended to you. If you see and love the productions of "Love Under the Elms" or "Mourning is the Fate of Electra" by Eugene O'Neill or "Mary Stuart" by Friedrich Schiller, "The Odd Couple" by Neil Simon or the musical "South Pacific" by Rodgers and Hammerstein - why don't you Why not start reading O'Neill, Schiller, Simon, or Rodgers and Hammerstein?

Audition monologue from a musical? Certainly. There are a lot of them, and some of them can be safely used to impress the director. My favorite is Cornelius Hackl's monologue in Hello, Dolly! Cornelius and the other characters in the musical were arrested, and while sitting in prison, he suddenly turns to the audience asking if they know how beautiful his beloved is. The monologue is taken from Thornton Wilder's comedy "The Matchmaker", which formed the basis of the musical. Great for auditions because it's extremely romantic and touchingly funny. Every lover understands Cornelius's feelings.

Monologue for listening to “Measure for Measure”: Claudio

I advise young people to pay attention to Claudio in this play. He has an amazing monologue addressed to his sister. Claudio is imprisoned for his depraved behavior, and his sister tells him that she will not sacrifice her innocence to save his life. The monologue begins with the words “But to die... to go - where, you don’t know...”. Claudio suddenly realizes that his life is at stake and wants his sister to feel his despair. By the way, if you take a work written in a foreign language, choose the translation that you like best and sounds better in your native language.

Monologue "Storm": Trinculo

If you are looking for a more mature character with a subtle sense of humor, pay attention to Trinculo's monologue from The Tempest. It begins with the words “Neither a tree nor a bush for you...” and is uttered by the character when he is looking for shelter from a storm and stumbles upon the corpse of a man. The passage is full of funny descriptions; everything that Trinculo sees causes him genuine disgust.

Twelfth Night audition monologue: Viola

Every girl's dream is to play Viola in Twelfth Night. When a character is completely confused about his feelings, a wonderful monologue arises. It begins "Some ring...What happened to her?" It’s not often that you have to play an embarrassed girl who dresses up as a boy and becomes the object of love of a beautiful lady.

"The Seagull": Konstantin

Chekhov is one of my favorite playwrights. Konstantin, the main character of the play, tells his dear uncle that his mother does not love him. The monologue begins with the words “Loves - does not love...”. This passage is very sad, frank and touches the soul.

"The Seagull": Masha

Masha is one of the most magnificent characters in modern drama. Pay special attention to her monologue about her future husband, a schoolteacher who loves her with all his soul, and whom she herself cannot stand. It begins with the words “I am telling you all this as a writer.”

"Dreamer": Georgie

Georgie, the main character of the play, wakes up and, getting ready for work, does her morning toilet in front of the mirror. The monologue is charming, funny and sincere.

"Invitation to March": Camilla

The play begins with the main character, a middle-aged lady, Camilla Jablonski, addressing the audience and telling who she is, where she lives, what she wants from life, and how she will achieve it. The monologue is very funny and lively.

“Simplicity is enough for every wise man”: Glumov

The main character, young Glumov, turns to his beloved, Cleopatra. This emotional monologue will not leave anyone indifferent. Begins with the words “How can I upset you!”

"Fear and Poverty in the Third Empire": Jewish Wife

This is a very long monologue (about 20 minutes), but it can be broken down into great segments. The Jewish woman packs her bags and talks to herself, then to her husband, and finally leaves him. She doesn't want her religion to ruin his life. He doesn't try to stop her.

"Cleo, Camping, Emmanuel and Dick": Imogen

A very funny play about the film industry. Imogen, a beautiful and seductive actress, has had too much alcohol and tells everyone around her that she wants to be remembered for her talent, not for her sexy looks.

Remember, the main thing in auditioning is not the monologue itself, but how you present it. Choose the one you like, and when you get tired of it, look for another one.

Author: Stuart Howard, casting director for theatre, film and television based in New York. His most recent work includes a contemporary production of West Side Story. She holds a BFA from Carnegie Mellon University and an MFA in Playwriting from Purdue University, as well as a diploma in French Classical Drama from Sorbonne University.

Translation by: Natalya Sklyomina

There are two chairs on the stage. Slow classical music is playing. A girl enters the hall, wearing a raincoat, a scarf tied around her neck, and light shoes. Her gaze is turned to nowhere, it is clear that she is blind. She stands, shifts from foot to foot, sits down on one of the chairs, then gets up again, looking at her watch. He sits down again and enjoys the music. She feels that someone is approaching her. Rises.

“Is that you? Hello! I recognized you. You always breathe so softly and heavily and your gait is so smooth, flying. How long have I been waiting? No, not at all, I came about 15 minutes ago. You know how much I love the sound of the fountain and the laughter of children playing on the playground. And the rustling of leaves reminds me of the wonderful, summer and carefree days of my childhood. Naive? No, I just love to dream and know how to enjoy little things! Such as the aroma of grass and the coolness of the fog, the touch of a warm palm and the melody of the early morning , music of awakening. And everything else doesn’t matter to me. I learned to feel those things that cannot be seen, that can only be understood with the heart. How I would like you to feel them like I do... Lord, what am I saying! Mine desire is selfish! You have a divine gift...What is divine about it??? Question from a sighted person! It is common for all people not to appreciate what they have, and only to suffer when they lose it. But only the blind can tell you that there is reality beyond the visible In that same smell, melody and hug. Forgive me... Do you forgive me?..."

The girl sits down on one of the chairs and looks dreamily into space.

"Shall we take a walk? Or sit and listen to a street musician play the flute? Tell me what he looks like! What do I think? I think he looks like John Lennon, he's wearing a shabby brown jacket with leather elbow patches, a plaid shirt and trousers with suspenders... Yes, you're right, this is how a saxophonist should be dressed. And next to him lies a black case from his flute, into which children poured millet and pigeons peck it right from the case. Fantasy ran wild... But I can describe what it's like similar to the melody of a musician. The sounds of a flute are like the singing of birds on a spring morning, they are like drops of rain and the iridescence of a rainbow. They make my soul rush high, high to the heavens! I just feel an irresistible desire growing in me to rise on my tiptoes, throw my hands up and sing, sing, of course, sing, only this melody has no words, just as I have no light in my eyes... I’m not crying. It’s just that sometimes I feel a lack of something. I don’t understand what. Yes, I’ve learned to perceive and feel people differently their voice, their breathing, their gait. I can easily determine the skin color, hair length, height and eye color of the speaker or singer. But I touch my face and I don't know what it is like. It’s as if I’m lost to myself...Like a closed book. I can smell, touch and hear everything in this world. But I will remain a mystery to myself forever."

The girl grabs her hand as if someone touched her there. She places her second hand on the first and strokes the imaginary hand of her interlocutor.

"You took my hand. I recognize your touch from a thousand others. Your hand is like a guiding thread, leading me through the labyrinth of darkness, which only occasionally acquires a gray tint. When? In the moments when I cry. Believe me, tears seem to wash away this veil from my eyes. I listen to music...And when the rhythm, key and words sound and combine, when they are at the peak of mutual harmony, it is like a climax, an orgasm and tears flow from my eyes. But these are not bitter tears, not tears suffering or bitterness. These are grateful tears, healing and soothing. But what am I all about tears... You smile! I feel it, I hear how your hair moves, how your eyes narrow in a smile."

The girl gets up, walks around the chair, leans on its back, as if putting her hands on the interlocutor’s shoulders.

“You and I are sitting like this, very friendly and cozy, holding hands, smiling. This is an unforgettable feeling. And the sincerity and kindness of your palm cannot be replaced by any colorful pictures and multi-colored markers!!!”

The girl sits down on the chair again and doesn’t get up again. She no longer looks at her interlocutor, she looks into the hall, as if trying to look at everyone in the hall, but she fails. The music is playing a little louder.

"People pass by, they smile because the sun is shining brightly. I feel it on my face and body. Its warmth envelops my whole body, like a duvet. People rejoice in the blue sky, sun and warmth! Children run barefoot on the warm asphalt. And adults They put on light moccasins and cotton scarves that flutter in the breeze. And you know, I really love it when large flakes of snow fall from the sky in winter. I feel them melting on my eyelids and lips, and then I believe that I belong here to the world. Along with the sun, the sky, birds and songs. Each person, each bauble and pear in their own way adapts to the huge world around us. I am a part of it, blind, but believing that thanks to the power of love for all living things, for everything, what sings, smells and warms, I subtly feel the whole palette and rainbow of its interweavings... Do you understand me? No, you are sighted. Do you love me? I love you too. And this is enough for us."

A monologue is that part of an acting performance in which the artist is given complete freedom of expression (within the limits of the character, of course). He can speak passionately and ardently, he can become covered with spots of anger and sputter with saliva, or he can speak quietly, but very soulfully. And many actors realized this opportunity to their fullest.

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Jack Nicholson is a man with incredible acting skills. He is able to turn any moment into a work of art. Of all his memorable roles, I especially want to remember his monologue from the film “A Few Good Men,” in which you not only feel the prevailing tension, but also, it seems, you can feel the steel inner core of an unbroken man.

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ATTENTION! Scene contains spoilers.

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