“Wonderful evening. Wishes for a good evening in prose

The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors.
” - this is one of Shakespeare’s most quoted phrases - the beginning of Jacques’ monologue from the second act of the comedy “As You Like It”.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bobble reputation.
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon
With spectacles on nose well and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav’d a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends his strange eventful history,
In second childishness and mere oblivion

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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Translated by T. Shchepkina-Kupernik, this monologue reads as follows:
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 bitterly in his mother's arms...
Then a whiny schoolboy with a book bag,
With a ruddy face, reluctantly, like a snail
Crawling to school. And then a 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, -
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so he plays a role. The sixth age is
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.

We are talking here about the “Human Comedy” in its Renaissance understanding, when man was perceived as the playground of Fortune, who acted as the main director in this theater. The seven ages of man mentioned here correspond to the seven planets (so: soldier - Mars, lover - Venus, judge - Jupiter, old man - Saturn).

But Shakespeare is often just a resonator of his era, its echo that has reached us. It amplifies and modulates other people's voices. For example, Queen Elizabeth speaking before Parliament and saying the following: “ We, the rulers, step onto the stage of this world to play our role before the eyes of all mankind...”

The idea of ​​a world-theater is played out in the poems of Walter Raleigh:

What is our life? - Comedy about passion.
Bravourne overture in the first movement.
Mother's womb - dressing room
Comedians are too efficient.
The stage is the world, and the spectator in this vale is
Lord, he defames me for not knowing the role.
Like a curtain after a performance - darkness
Waiting for the grave, dispassionately cold.
And so, buffoonishly, we go to the end.
But at the last moment, the mask is removed from your face.

(“What’s our life...” Translation by A. Nesterov)

But Raleigh’s poem also has its own source: a completely worn-out rhetorical comparison, used back in antiquity, for example, in Lucian’s dialogue “Menippus”: “ ... human life is like some kind of long procession, in which Fate leads and indicates the places, determining for each his dress. Snatching whoever happens to be, he puts on him royal clothes, a tiara, gives him spearmen, crowns his head with a diadem; he rewards another with the dress of a slave, gives beauty to a third, and makes another ugly and ridiculous: after all, the spectacle should be varied! Often during the procession she changes the outfits of some participants, not allowing them to finish the day in their original form. At the same time, she forces Croesus to take the clothes of a slave or prisoner; She hands over the kingdom of Polycrates to Meandrius, who had previously walked along with the servants, allowing him to use royal clothes for some time. But as soon as the procession is over, everyone takes off and returns their clothes along with the body, after which they appearance becomes the same as it was before, no different from the appearance of its neighbor. And so others, out of ignorance, are upset when Fate commands them to return their clothes, and become angry, as if they were being deprived of some property, not realizing that they are only returning what was given to them for temporary use”

And there is also a poem by Sir Henry Wotton (1568-1639), a friend of John Donne:

Man’s life a tragedy: his mother’s womb
(From which he enters) is the trining room;
This spacious earth the theater; and the stage
This country which he lives in; passion, rage,
Folly and vice are actors: the first cry
The prologue to th’ ensuing tragedy.
The former act consistent of dumb shows;
The second, he to more perfection grows;
I’th third he is a man, and doth begin
To nature vice and act the deeds of sin:
I’th fourth declines; I’th fifth diseases clog
And trouble him; then death’s his epilogue.

[Human life is a tragedy: the mother's womb / (From which he enters the stage>) - the dressing room; / This earthly expanse is a theater; and the stage / is the country where he lives; passion, anger, / Stupidity and vice - actors: the first cry / - Prologue to the coming tragedy. / The first act in its content is a pantomime; / Second act> - the hero improves; / In the third, he is a man and begins / to pay tribute to the vice inherent in his nature and commit sins: / In the fourth, he goes to sunset; In the fifth, illnesses surround / And plague him; and then - death, his epilogue.]

Yuliy Kim "Theatrical Prologue"

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 ruddy face, reluctantly, like a snail
Crawling to school. And then a 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 whole world is a theater. There are women, men - all actors
From Latin: Mundus universus exercet histrionain (mundus universus egzerset histriona). Literally: The whole world is engaged in acting.
The authorship of this phrase is traditionally attributed to William Shakespeare. Indeed, in his play As You Like It, one of the characters says:
The whole world is a theater.
Translated by T. Shchepkina-Kupernik, this monologue reads as follows:
They have exits and exits.
There are women, men - all actors.
Seven acts in that play.
Baby, schoolboy, youth, lover.
Soldier, judge, old man.
But the primary source of Shakespeare's words is the writings of the Roman writer Petronius (Gaius Petronius,.?-66). His line Mundus universus exercet histrionain adorned the pediment of the building where the Globe Theater was located, for which Shakespeare wrote his plays.
Allegorically: everyone plays one (or several roles) forcedly or voluntarily (ironically).

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I talked with one young graduate of PIK (now it is the Perm State Institute of Art and Culture, oh how!), a nervous, tremulous and very exalted girl.
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.
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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 in human growth does this substituted consciousness come from, 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.

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