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Pasternak and Mandira (Milana Severskaya). Magic of Natya arts.

VK: vk.com/mandiraart Академия Натьи: vk.com/misterialacademy Театр Мистериальных Искусств: vk.com/mtheatre Группа Mandir: vk.com/mentalimmersion Онлайн Курсы: vk.com/artofrythm Facebook: facebook.com/milana.severskaya E- mail: [email protected] #Индия #Спб #Милана #Milana #Миланасеверская #Milanaseverskaya #bharatanatyam #indianclassicaldance #dance #desesperada Experimental works of Mandira, head of Natya Theater, music by Mauro Stabile and Fabrizio Chiozzi and the creative laboratory: Daria Tammaro (music), Tatiayna Naumenko (visage), Andrei Schipunov (shooting, editing). Russia, St. Petersburg, April - May 2019. Экспериментальная работы Мандиры, руководителя театра Натьи, на музыку Мауро Стабиле и Фабрицио Чиоззи и творческой лаборатории: Дарья Таммаро (вокал, ритмические проговоры), Татьяна Науменко (визаж), Андрей Щипунов (съемка, монтаж). Автор идеи и исполнитель - Милана Северская. Россия, Санкт - Петербург, апрель - май 2019. Boris Pasternak In everything I try to reach The very essence: In my work, in my any search, In my heart's stresses. I want to grasp the core of the past, Its days' cause Till their bases, roots and gist, Till the main source, And comprehending my whole life - All actions, events To live, to think, to feel, to love, To get fate's gifts. Oh, if I only simply could, At least in part, I would write eight frank lines about Flame in a heart, About the escapes and chases Without fear of sin, About touches and embraces With the deep passion. I would deduce its law and else Its principles, And I'd repeat, indeed, its names' Initials. And I would grow hard my rhymes - In like manner In gardens, lindens they plant in rows One after the other. In verses I'd bring rose odour, Mint breathing, A thunderstorm, a meadow And sedge, haymaking. So Chopin put into his works, Mainly etudes, The living miracle of farms, parks, Graves, woods. There are a play and suffering In achieved fineness And, really, the stretched string Of feelings, nerves.