“Olaf Scholz unexpectedly attended our performance “BAROCCO” at the Thalia Theater in Hamburg. At first, he had a glass of wine in the smoking room, and after the performance, he came backstage and expressed his admiration to the actors. Meanwhile, Tilo Werner improvised on the song “Bisogna morire,” with one verse sung in Hungarian, making a joke about Scholz and Orban’s “relationship.” Everyone laughed, but it seems that the Chancellor was not offended.” I wrote this short text in my Telegram channel, KIRILL AND HIS FRIENDS. All the news portals in Russia rewrote this news, which is strange! And then people started congratulating me. I have never been congratulated like this before, not for birthdays, not for film awards, not for premieres in opera houses, nothing! Well, luckily, the Chancellor’s visit doesn’t mean much here, in Germany, it can’t change anything in anybody”s life; he’s just another audience member, albeit a famous and important one. I am thrilled that the Chancellor enjoyed our “Barocco,” but what’s even more important is the long standing ovation from the audience and the fact that we have three sold-out shows, and we even wanted to add a fourth performance…
“Olaf Scholz unexpectedly attended our performance “BAROCCO” at the Thalia Theater in Hamburg. At first, he had a glass of wine in the smoking room, and after the performance, he came backstage and expressed his admiration to the actors. Meanwhile, Tilo Werner improvised on the song “Bisogna morire,” with one verse sung in Hungarian, making a joke about Scholz and Orban’s “relationship.” Everyone laughed, but it seems that the Chancellor was not offended.” I wrote this short text in my Telegram channel, KIRILL AND HIS FRIENDS. All the news portals in Russia rewrote this news, which is strange! And then people started congratulating me. I have never been congratulated like this before, not for birthdays, not for film awards, not for premieres in opera houses, nothing! Well, luckily, the Chancellor’s visit doesn’t mean much here, in Germany, it can’t change anything in anybody”s life; he’s just another audience member, albeit a famous and important one. I am thrilled that the Chancellor enjoyed our “Barocco,” but what’s even more important is the long standing ovation from the audience and the fact that we have three sold-out shows, and we even wanted to add a fourth performance…
“Olaf Scholz unexpectedly attended our performance “BAROCCO” at the Thalia Theater in Hamburg. At first, he had a glass of wine in the smoking room, and after the performance, he came backstage and expressed his admiration to the actors. Meanwhile, Tilo Werner improvised on the song “Bisogna morire,” with one verse sung in Hungarian, making a joke about Scholz and Orban’s “relationship.” Everyone laughed, but it seems that the Chancellor was not offended.” I wrote this short text in my Telegram channel, KIRILL AND HIS FRIENDS. All the news portals in Russia rewrote this news, which is strange! And then people started congratulating me. I have never been congratulated like this before, not for birthdays, not for film awards, not for premieres in opera houses, nothing! Well, luckily, the Chancellor’s visit doesn’t mean much here, in Germany, it can’t change anything in anybody”s life; he’s just another audience member, albeit a famous and important one. I am thrilled that the Chancellor enjoyed our “Barocco,” but what’s even more important is the long standing ovation from the audience and the fact that we have three sold-out shows, and we even wanted to add a fourth performance…
“Olaf Scholz unexpectedly attended our performance “BAROCCO” at the Thalia Theater in Hamburg. At first, he had a glass of wine in the smoking room, and after the performance, he came backstage and expressed his admiration to the actors. Meanwhile, Tilo Werner improvised on the song “Bisogna morire,” with one verse sung in Hungarian, making a joke about Scholz and Orban’s “relationship.” Everyone laughed, but it seems that the Chancellor was not offended.” I wrote this short text in my Telegram channel, KIRILL AND HIS FRIENDS. All the news portals in Russia rewrote this news, which is strange! And then people started congratulating me. I have never been congratulated like this before, not for birthdays, not for film awards, not for premieres in opera houses, nothing! Well, luckily, the Chancellor’s visit doesn’t mean much here, in Germany, it can’t change anything in anybody”s life; he’s just another audience member, albeit a famous and important one. I am thrilled that the Chancellor enjoyed our “Barocco,” but what’s even more important is the long standing ovation from the audience and the fact that we have three sold-out shows, and we even wanted to add a fourth performance…
“Olaf Scholz unexpectedly attended our performance “BAROCCO” at the Thalia Theater in Hamburg. At first, he had a glass of wine in the smoking room, and after the performance, he came backstage and expressed his admiration to the actors. Meanwhile, Tilo Werner improvised on the song “Bisogna morire,” with one verse sung in Hungarian, making a joke about Scholz and Orban’s “relationship.” Everyone laughed, but it seems that the Chancellor was not offended.” I wrote this short text in my Telegram channel, KIRILL AND HIS FRIENDS. All the news portals in Russia rewrote this news, which is strange! And then people started congratulating me. I have never been congratulated like this before, not for birthdays, not for film awards, not for premieres in opera houses, nothing! Well, luckily, the Chancellor’s visit doesn’t mean much here, in Germany, it can’t change anything in anybody”s life; he’s just another audience member, albeit a famous and important one. I am thrilled that the Chancellor enjoyed our “Barocco,” but what’s even more important is the long standing ovation from the audience and the fact that we have three sold-out shows, and we even wanted to add a fourth performance…
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
The main word of this year for me became the word “contradiction.”” No matter how far you are, you cannot help but read about what is happening in the country that you consider your homeland, and to which you cannot return – staged repression, monstrous prison sentences for political opponents of the regime, war against neighboring countries, war of all against all within, deaths, depression, despair, apathy, lies, lies, lies. At the same time, there is a fake joy, demonstrative carelessness, and further normalization of everything that you consider abnormal, unjust, vile, and horrible. You can not help but be horrified by the new war that has engulfed the world, a war that was undoubtedly ignited by the country where you have lived most of your life. Your heart is torn apart by news of bloody terrorist attacks, endless slaughter, open hatred, and looming climate catastrophe. Meanwhile, life goes on, you start living in a new country, learning languages, discovering a lot of new, useful, and interesting things, and the world is illuminated with bright lights and launches festive fireworks into the sky. You have so much work, beloved work, as you have never had before, you communicate and work with the most beautiful and talented people in the world, you travel around the planet, you see so much beauty that you have never seen before. You have beloved friends, you have a beloved person, your father is still alive, even though you can not hug him personally… You smile less often and feel bitterness and worry more frequently. But you can not call yourself protected, self-confident, or calm. You can not call yourself settled in this life. You can not call yourself happy. Maybe just free, at least – free… Photos by @@bulatarslanov 2023 PARIS
