Alexander Ostrovsky,
erotic drama, 16+.
Running time: 2 hours 20 minutes with intermission.

Idea of ​​production and scenography - Yuri Kharmelin , Maestru în Artă
Director - Vasily Pavlenko , Artist Emerit

Characters and performers:

Savel Prokofievich DikoyAlexander Petrov, Artist Emeritus,
Alexander Shishkin, Maestru on Artă
Boris GrigorievichStanislav Binkovsky,
Dmitry Dubina
Marfa Ignatievna KabanovaOlga Sofrikova, Artistă Emerită,
Alina Shishkina
Tikhon Ivanovich KabanovDmitry Gustoy,
Sergey Blănitsa
KaterinaElena Tendel, Artistă Emerită,
Aelita Khlopotova
VarvaraAnastasia Picalau
KuliginEvgeniy Bognibov, Artist Emerit
Vanya KudryashVyacheslav Azarovsky, Artist Emerit,
Maxim Gustoy
GlashaSonya Liverant  
Feklusha, wandererAnastasia Nepritskaya,
Alisa Osinskaya
PageantsMaria Chebotar,
Alla Burlya,
Ekaterina Kovalenko
City dwellersTatyana Yakovenko,
Daria Mazur,
Ksenia Fandeeva,
Daniil Gavrilitsa,
Arseniy Prodan,
Adam Rotar

Synopsis of the performance

"The Storm" is arguably A.N. Ostrovsky's most famous drama. Many still consider it one of the most enigmatic works of world drama.
Directed by Vasile Pavlenko, Honored Artist of the Republic of Moldova, "The Storm" exemplifies total immersion in Ostrovsky's characters, who are relatable and relatable to modern audiences!
Katerina, with her desperate thirst for feminine happiness and her rejection of spiritual emptiness and deception; the unhappy, alcoholic Tikhon, oppressed by his own mother; Boris, lofty in his aspirations but unwilling to act for the woman he loves—what recognizable characters—all are doomed to a tragic end.

Photos of the performance

Love unceremoniously
bursts into hearts...
But the heart is not ready
to understand life to the end.

Mistake after mistake
closes the circle of hell...
And death circles with a smile, -
Not simply, and not suddenly...

The soul, like a bird in a cage,
without bread and water...
Longing is its neighbor,
it burns all bridges...

Helplessness, despair—
there's no light in sight.
And torment and suffering
have become accustomed to killing.

Without help from God,
Support from friends...
The sad road
Leads to the world of shadows...

The soul is already on the verge of flight,
Soaring over the Volga...
The storm over the cliff
, And cries and thunders...

Love unceremoniously
bursts into hearts.

Yuri Kolodinsky