Rockets, tar perfumes, scouts, nuclear butts and the smell of burning pine are a sincere confession about what did not happen, but could happen. No one separated us. But separation is beautiful, like autumn itself. So who’s to blame? Everyone will climb the scaffold. Hands do not hug the body and there is nowhere to hide it. The shot will be heard only once.
PRODUCTION: Valentin Tzin
CHOREOGRAPHY: Valentin Tzin, Sonja Heller
ARTIST: Vladimir Ermachenkov
PERFORMERS: Sonja Heller, Valentin Tzin, Evgenia Chetvertkova, Vladimir Ermachenkov, Polina Logacheva
ОТКРЫТАЯ СЦЕНА, Moscow 2012