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A HEROIC, EPIC AND SATIRIC PICTURE OF OUR ERA

Second option

“Mystery-bouffe” is the road. Road of revolution. No one can predict with accuracy what other mountains we will have to blow up as we walk this road. Today the word “Lloyd George” pierces the ear, and tomorrow the English themselves will forget his name. Today the will of millions is striving for the commune, and in fifty years, perhaps, the air dreadnoughts of the commune will rush to attack distant planets.

Therefore, leaving the road (form), I again changed parts of the landscape (content).

In the future, everyone who plays, stages, reads, prints “Mystery-Buffe”, change the content - make its content modern, today, momentary.

VALID:

1. Seven pairs of pure: 1) Abyssinian Negus, 2) Indian Raja, 3) Turkish Pasha, 4) Russian speculator, 5) Chinese, 6) Well-fed Persian, 7) Clemenceau, 8) German, 9) Pop, 10) Australian , 11) Wife of an Australian, 12) Lloyd George, 13) American and 14) Diplomat.

2. Seven pairs of unclean ones: 1) Red Army soldier, 2) Lamplighter, 3) Driver, 4) Miner, 5) Carpenter, 6) Farmhand, 7) Servant, 8) Blacksmith 9) Baker, 10) Laundress, 11) Seamstress, 12 ) Machinist, 13) Eskimo fisherman and 14) Eskimo hunter.

3. Compromiser.

4. Intelligentsia.

5. Lady with cardboard boxes.

6. Devils: 1) Beelzebub, 2) Chief Devil, 3) The messenger, 4) The 2nd messenger, 5) The guard, 6) 20 pure ones with horns and tails.

7. Saints: 1) Methuselah, 2) Jean Jacques Rousseau, 3) Leo Tolstoy, 4) Gabriel, 5) Angel, 6) 2nd angel and 7) angels.

8. Hosts.

9. Operating Promised Land: 1) Hammer, 2) Sickle, 3) Machines, 4) Trains, 5) Cars, 6) Plane, 7) Pliers, 8) Needle, 9) Saw, 10) Bread, 11) Salt, 12) Sugar, 13) Matter, 14) Boot, 15) Board with lever.

10. Man of the future.

LOCATIONS

1. The whole universe. 2. Ark. 3. Hell. 4. Paradise. 5. Land of Wrecks. 6. Promised Land.

PROLOGUE

Unclean

After a minute
we will show you...
Mystery-buff.
I must say two words:
This
the thing is new.
To jump over your head,
I need someone to help.
Before a new play
a prologue is needed.
Firstly,
Why
Is the whole theater destroyed?
Well-meaning people
This will be very infuriating.
Why do you go to performances?
In order to get pleasure -
is not it?
Isn't it a great pleasure to watch?
if the pleasure is only on stage;
scene -
only one third.
Means,
V interesting performance,
if you build everything up,
then your pleasure will triple,
and if
the performance is uninteresting,
it's not worth watching
and one third.
For other theaters
it doesn't matter to present:
for them
scene -
keyhole.
Please sit still,
straight or oblique
and see a piece of someone else's life.
You look and see -
lounging on the couch
Aunt Mani
yes Uncle Vanya.
And we are not interested
neither uncle nor aunt, -
You will find aunts and uncles at home.
We'll show you too real life,
but she
The theater has transformed it into an extraordinary spectacle.
The essence of the first action is this:
the ground is leaking.
Then - stomping.
Everyone is fleeing the revolutionary flood.
Seven pairs of unclean ones
and seven pure pairs,
that is
fourteen poor proletarians
and fourteen bourgeois bar,
and between them,
with a pair of tear-stained cheeks -
Menshevich.
The pole is overwhelmed.
The last refuge is collapsing.
And everyone starts building
not even an ark
and the ark.
In the second act
The public travels in the ark:
here you have autocracy
and a democratic republic,
and finally
overboard,
under the Menshevik howl,
the clean ones were thrown upside down.
The third act shows
that the workers
there is nothing to be afraid of,
even devils in the middle of hell.
In the fourth -
laugh harder! -
paradise appears.
In the fifth act there is devastation,
opening his immense mouth,
crushes and eats.
Even though we worked on a hungry belly,
but by us
Devastation was defeated.
In the sixth act -
commune, -
the whole hall,
sing at the top of your lungs!
Look with all your eyes!
All is ready?
And hell?
And heaven?
From behind the stage.
Ready!
Let's!

ACT ONE

At the glow of the northern lights, the globe rests with its pole on the ice of the floor.

The ropes of latitudes and longitudes intersect in ladders all over the ball. Between two walruses propping up the world, an Eskimo hunter, with his finger in the ground, yells to another, stretched out in front of him by the fire.

Hunter

Hey!
Hey!

Fisherman

Loudmouth.
There is no other matter -
poke the ground with your finger.

Hunter

Fisherman

Where is the hole?

Hunter

Fisherman

What's flowing?

Hunter

Fisherman (jumping up, running up and looking under the pinching finger)

Oooh!
The work of unclean hands.
Crap!
I'll go warn the polar
circle.

Running. A German, wrung out his sleeves, rushes at him from behind the slope of the world. He looks for a button for a second and, not finding it, grabs the wool of his fur coat.

German

Ger Eskimo!
Ger Eskimo!
It's terribly rushed!
A couple of minutes...

Fisherman

German

So - today I’m sitting in my restaurant
on Friedrichstrasse.
Sun through the window
it beckons.
Day,
like a bourgeois before the revolution, it’s clear.
The audience is sitting
and quietly scheidemanit.
Having eaten the soup,
I look at the bottled Eiffels.
Think:
What kind of beef should I take?
And should I start working on the beef?
I'm watching -
and lunch stuck in my throat:
something is wrong with the Alley of Victories.
Stone Hohenzollerns,
standing between the daisies,
suddenly they flew upside down.
Hum.
I run to the roof.
Fighting around the tavern frame,
waterless surf,
no fuss at all,
ran
the neighborhoods were overwhelmed.
Berlin is a troubled sea of ​​delirium,
invisible waves bass notes.
And for,
and above,
and under,
and before -
dreadnought houses!
And before I could spread my thoughts,
Is it from Foch, or from...

Fisherman

German

I'm all
soaked to the bone.
I'm watching -
everything is dry
but it pours, and pours, and pours.
And suddenly,
the ruins of Pompeii more pompous, painting
opened up -
with roots
Berlin was torn out
and drowned in the abyss,
at the world in a molten furnace.
I woke up on the ridge of flowing villages.
I collected all my yacht club experience, -
and so
in front of you,
dearest,
All,
what is left now of Europe.

Fisherman

B-b-a little...

German

It will calm down, of course...
a day or two.

Fisherman

Yes, speak without these European jokes!
What do you want? There's no time for you here.

German (showing horizontally)

Allow me to visit your dear
seals.

The fisherman annoyedly waves his hand at the fire, goes in the other direction - to warn the circle - and stumbles upon the wet Australians running out from behind the other slope.

Fisherman (retreating in surprise)

Weren’t there even more disgusting faces?!

Australian man with his wife. (together)

We are Australians.

Australian.

I'm Australian.
We had everything.
Something like this:
platypus, palm tree, porcupine, cactus!..

Australian (crying in a rush of feeling)

And now
we're gone
everything is lost:
and cacti,
and platypuses,
and palm trees -
everything drowned...
everything is at the bottom...

Fisherman (pointing at the reclining German)

Here, go to them.
And then they are alone.

Getting ready to go again, the Eskimo stopped, listening to two voices from both sides globe.

Cauldron, ooh!

Second

Cylinder, ooh!

First

It's getting stronger!
Stay north latitude!

Second

It's raging!
Grab the southern longitude!

An Englishman and a Frenchman are sliding off the globe along the ropes of latitude and longitude. Everyone hoists the national flag.

Englishman

The banner has been hoisted.
I am the owner full of snow.

Frenchman

Englishman (laying out some goods)

No - mine
I'm already trading.

Frenchman (starting to get angry)

No - mine
and you look for another one.

Englishman (enraged)

Ah well!
May you die!

Frenchman (enraged)

Ah well!
I'll put a bump on your nose!

Englishman (climbs with fists on the Frenchman)

England, hip-hip!

Frenchman (climbs with fists on the Englishman)

Viv la France!

Australian (rushes to separate)

Well, people!
Not the people, but pure rabble:
there are no more empires,
no imperials
and they are still punching each other in the face.

Fisherman

Eh, you
imperialists!

German

Come on, right!

Fisherman

What a crowd!

Our merchant falls directly on the head of the Eskimo, who is about to leave again.

Merchant

Honorables,
this mess!
Yes, I'm Asia?
“Destroy Asia” is a decree from the heavens.
Yes, I’ve never been Asian!
(Having calmed down a little.)
Yesterday in Tula
I sit quietly in a chair.
How the doors will burst!
Well, I think -
from Cheka!
I have, you understand,
My cheek turned pale.
But
God is most merciful in the world:
It turns out that it’s not Cheka – the wind.
It dripped a little
then it went
further more,
more - higher,
poured into the streets
the roofs blew...
All
Quiet!
Quiet!

Frenchman

Do you hear?
Do you hear the stomping?
Many approaching voices.
Flood! flood! flood! about the flood! flood!

Englishman (horrified)

Oh my God!
Misfortune - like from a drainpipe,
and then there’s this eastern question.

Ahead is the Negus, behind him is the Chinese, Persian, Turk, Raja, priest, compromiser. The procession is closed by all seven pairs of unclean ones pouring in from all sides.

Negus

At least a little blacker than snow, sir,
but nonetheless
I am an Abyssinian Negus.
My respects.
I have now left my Africa.
The Nile, the river boa constrictor, wriggled in it.
How the Nile became enraged, squeezing the kingdom into a river,
and my Africa was drowned in it.
Although there is no name,
but nonetheless…

Fisherman (annoyingly)

…but nonetheless
my respects.
We heard, we heard!

Negus

Please don't forget -
Negus is talking to you,
and the negus wants to eat.
What is this?
Must be a tasty dog?

Fisherman

Negus mistakenly tries to sit on Lloyd George, who looks like two peas in a pod.

Fisherman

Go sit down and don’t dirty anyone.

Englishman (scared)

Fisherman (addressing others)

What do you want?

Chinese

Nothing!
Nothing!
Drown my China!

Persian

Persia,
my Persia has sunk!

Rajah

Even India
Celestial India, and that!

Pasha

And only one memory remains from Turkey!

A lady breaks through from the crowd of clean ones with an endless amount of cardboard boxes.

Lady

Be careful!
Don't tear it!
The silk is thin!

(To the fisherman.)

Man,
Help me put up the cardboards.

She's so sweet!
How spicy!..

Fisherman

Idle parasite!

Frenchman

What kind of nation will you be?

Lady

My nation is the most diverse.
At first she was Russian -
Russia has become narrow to me.
These Bolsheviks are such a horror!
I am an elegant woman
with a subtle soul -
I took it and became an Estonian.
The Bolsheviks began to press on the outskirts -
I became a citizen of Ukraine.
We took Kharkov ten times -
I settled in some republic in Odessa.
Odessa was taken, Wrangel in Crimea -
I took it and obeyed him.
They drove the whites across the sea and across the field -
I'm already Turkish
I'm walking around Constantinople.
The Bolsheviks began to come closer -
and I’m already a Parisian.
I'm walking in Paris.
I've changed forty nations, I confess, I -
Now I have the Kamchatka nation.
What a lousy summer at the poles:
You can't show a single toilet!

Fisherman (shouts at clean people)

Quiet!
Quiet!
What is this hum?

Compromiser (hysterically separates from the crowd)

Listen! -
I can't!
Listen!
What is it?
There is no dry place in the world!
Listen!
Leave me alone!
Let me go home
to the office!
Listen!
I can't!
I thought there would be a flood according to Kautsky.
And the wolves are full,
and the sheep are safe.
And now -
people kill each other.
Lovely red ones!
Dear white ones!
Listen, I can't!

Frenchman

Don't rub your eyes...
don't bite your lips...

(Those approaching the fire unclean, arrogantly.)

Which nations are you?!

Unclean (together)

To chase everything around the world
Our wandering people are used to it.
We are not nations,
our work is our homeland.

Frenchman

Blacksmith (the Frenchman, patting him on his hefty belly)

The sound of the flood is probably in your ears?

Laundress (to him, mockingly and shrilly)

Would you lie down and sleep on the bed now?
I wish I could let you into the trenches and the mines!

Red Army soldier (menacingly)

I would go into the trenches -
It's wet in the trenches.

Seeing the brewing “conflict” between the pure and the unclean, a compromiser rushes to separate them.

Compromiser

Darlings! Well, don't! Don't start swearing!
Stop looking sideways at each other.
Stretch out your hands
hug each other
Gentlemen, comrades,
I have to agree.

Frenchman (viciously)

Fisherman (viciously. Both the fisherman and the Frenchman crutch the neck of the compromiser)

Oh, you compromiser!
Oh, you compromiser!

Compromiser (running away, beaten, whining)

Here you go,
again…
I'm good to him
and he…
It's always like this:
you call me to agree,
and they will hit you on both sides.

The unclean pass by, separating the disgustingly huddled crowd of the clean, and sit down by the fire. A crowd of pure ones closes in a circle behind them.

Pasha (climbs out into the middle)

Believers!
We need to discuss what happened.
Let's delve into the essence of the phenomenon.

Merchant

It's simple -
doomsday

And in my opinion - a flood.

Frenchman

And it’s not a flood at all,
otherwise
it was raining.

Rajah

Yes,
there was no rain.

Diplomat

So this idea is also wild...

Pasha

But anyway -
What happened, true believers?
Let's, true believers, look at the root.

Merchant

The people, in my opinion, have become rebellious.

German

I think it's war, I.

Intelligentsia

No,
In my opinion, the reason is different.
In my opinion, metaphysical...

Merchant (dissatisfied)

War is metaphysical!
We started with Adam!

Take turns!
Take turns!
Don't cause sodomy.

Pasha

Let's talk gradually.
Your word, student!

(Justifies himself in front of the crowd.)

And he even has foam on his lips.

Intellectual

At first
everything was simple:
day gave way to night,
but only
The dawn has become too angry!
After -
laws,
concepts,
faith,
granite heaps of capitals
and the sun itself, a motionless redhead, -
everything seemed to become a little fluid,
creeping a little,
a little liquefied.
Then how it will spill!
The streets are pouring
the melted house falls on the house.
The whole world,
melted in the blast furnaces of revolutions,
pours like a continuous waterfall.
Chinese voice
Gentlemen! Attention!
It's drizzling here!
Australian's wife
Nice drizzle!
I was as exhausted as piglets.

Persian

Maybe the end of the world is near
and we
We rally, yell and laugh.

Diplomat (presses towards the pole)

Merchant (pressing the knee of the one squeezing the hole with the patience of an Eskimo typical of this people)

Hey, you!
Off to the walruses!

The Eskimo hunter flies away, and a stream flows from the open hole into those present. The pure ones fanned out, screaming inarticulately.

A minute later everyone rushes towards the stream.

Score!
Shut up!
Clamp!

They have flown away. Only the Australian remained near the globe with his finger in the hole. In the general commotion, the priest perched himself on a couple of logs.

Brothers!
We are losing the last inch!
The last inch is flooded with water!

Who is this?
Who is this wardrobe with a beard?

This is for forty nights and forty days!

Merchant

Right!
The Lord advised him wisely.

Intelligentsia

There was a similar precedent in history -
remember the famous adventure of Noevo.

Merchant (settling in place of the priest)

Get to the point!

Merchant

Let's build a smokehouse, brothers.
Australian's wife
Right! The ark!

Intelligentsia

Here's the hunt!
We'll build a steamboat.

Rajah

Two ships!

Merchant

Right!
I will invest all the capital!
They were saved, but we are smarter than them, in no way.

General hum

Long live,
long live technology!

Merchant

Raise your hands -
who agrees.

General hum

And no hands are needed
visible behind the eyes.

Both the clean and the unclean raise their hands.

Frenchman (taking the place of the merchant, he angrily examines the blacksmith who raised his hand)

Are you going there too?
And don’t worry!
Gentlemen,
let's not take the unclean ones!
They will know how to scold us!

Do you know how to saw and plan?

Frenchman (drooping)

I changed my mind.
Let's take the unclean ones.

Merchant

We will only select non-drinkers and broad-shouldered ones.

German (stepping into the Frenchman's place)

Shhh, gentlemen,
maybe you won't have to put up with it yet
unclean.
Fortunately,
we don't know what's happening to a fifth of the world.
You're making noise and didn't even bother to find out
Are there any Americans among us?

Merchant (joyfully)

What a head!
Not a person, but a German chancellor!
Joy cuts through the cry of the Australian woman.
What is this?

An American on a motorcycle rushes straight from the hall to those watching intently.

American

(Hands out paper.)

Here
from drowned America
for two hundred billion checks.

Silent despondency. And suddenly the cry of an Australian holding water.

Australian

Why are you staring? He'll stare!
By God, I'll take it out!
Fingers are numb.

The clean ones began to fuss, rubbing against the unclean ones.

Frenchman (blacksmith)

Well, comrades,
let's build it, huh?
Kind blacksmith
What do I need,
for me at least...

(Waves his hand to the unclean.)

Let's go, comrades!
Go, go, go.

The unclean ones rise. Saws. Planers. Hammers.

Compromiser

Hurry up, comrades,
hurry up, dears!..
Get to work!
Axes and saws in your hands!

Intellectual (moves aside)

Work -
I won’t even think about it.
I'll sit here
and I'll do some sabotage.

(Yells at workers.)

Turn around quickly!
Ruby, don't miss!

A carpenter

Why are you sitting with your hands folded?

Intellectual

I am special, I am irreplaceable...

ACT TWO

Ark deck. In all directions there is a panorama of lands collapsing into waves. A ladder-mast tangled with ropes rests against the low clouds. To the side is the wheelhouse and the entrance to the hold. The clean and the unclean lined up along the nearby side.

Vladimir Mayakovsky

"Mystery Buff"

MYSTERY-BUFF

Heroic, epic and satirical

image of our era

SECOND V A R I A N T

"Mystery-bouffe" is the road. Road of revolution. No one can predict with accuracy what other mountains we will have to blow up as we walk this road. Today the word “Lloyd George” pierces the ear, and tomorrow the English themselves will forget his name. Today the will of millions is rushing towards the commune, and in fifty years, perhaps, the attack will be further

On which planets will the air dreadnoughts of the commune rush. Therefore, leaving the road (shape), I again changed parts of the landscape

new, today, momentary.

D E Y S T V U Y T:

1. S e m p a r ch i s t s: 1) Negus Abyssinian, 2) Raja

Indian, 3) Turkish Pasha, 4) Russian speculator, 5)

Chinese, 6) Well-fed Persian, 7) Clemenceau, 8) German, 9) Pop,

10) Australian, 11) Australian's wife, 12) Lloyd George,

13) American and 14) Diplomat. 2. Seven couples: 1) Red Army soldier, 2) Lantern

box, 3) Driver, 4) Miner, 5) Carpenter, 6) Peon, 7) Servant,

8) Blacksmith, 9) Baker, 10) Laundress, 11) Seamstress, 12) Machinist,

13) Eskimo fisherman and 14) Eskimo hunter. 3. Concordant. 4. I ntelligence. 5. L a m a s c a t o n k a m ​​i. 6. Traits: 1) Beelzebub, 2) Chief Devil, 3) Westman, 4) 2nd

messenger, 5) Guard, 6) 20 clean ones with horns and tails. 7. Saints: 1) Methuselah, 2) Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 3) Leo Tolstoy,

4) Gabriel, 5) Angel, 6) 2nd angel and 7) angels. 8. S a v a o f. 9. VALID LAND PROMISED:

1) Hammer, 2) Sickle, 3) Cars, 4) Trains, 5) Cars, 6)

Planer 7) Pliers, 8) Needle, 9) Saw, 10) Bread, 11) Salt, 12)

Sugar, 13) Matter, 14) Boot, 15) Board with lever. 10. H u m o f the future.

M E S T A D E Y S T V I Y

1. The whole universe. 2. Ark. 3. Hell. 4. Paradise. 5. Land of Wrecks.

6. Promised Land.

Wrong

In a minute we will show you... Mystery-bouffe. I must say two words: this is a new thing. To jump over your head, you need someone to help. A prologue is needed before a new play. Firstly, why was the entire theater destroyed? Well-meaning people will be very outraged by this. Why do you go to performances? In order to have fun, right? Is it a great pleasure to watch if the pleasure is only on stage? the stage is only one third. This means that in an interesting performance, if you build everything up, then your pleasure will triple, and if the performance is uninteresting, then you shouldn’t watch even one third. For other theaters, presenting is not important: for them the stage is the keyhole. Sit quietly, straight or at an angle, and watch a piece of someone else’s life. You look and see Aunt Manya and Uncle Vanya lying on the sofa. But we are not interested in either uncles or aunts; you will find aunts and uncles at home. We will also show real life, but it has been transformed into an extraordinary spectacle by the theater. The essence of the first act is this: the earth is leaking. Then - stomping. Everyone is fleeing the revolutionary flood. Seven pairs of unclean and seven pure pairs, that is, fourteen poor proletarians and fourteen bourgeois-bar, and between them, with a pair of tear-stained cheeks, Mensheviks. The pole is overwhelmed. The last refuge is collapsing. And everyone begins to build not even an ark, but a shrine. In the second act, the audience travels in the ark: here you have autocracy, and a democratic republic, and finally overboard, amid the Menshevik howl, the pure ones were thrown upside down. In the third act it is shown that the workers do not need to be afraid of anything, not even the devils in the middle of hell. In the fourth, laugh harder! paradise appears. In the fifth act, devastation, with its immense mouth open, crushes and devours. Although we worked on a hungry belly, we defeated devastation. In the sixth act, the commune, the whole hall, sing at the top of your lungs! Look with all your eyes!

All is ready? And hell? And heaven?

From behind the stage.

Ready! Let's!

ACT ONE

At the glow of the northern lights, the globe rests with its pole on the ice of the floor. The ropes of latitudes and longitudes intersect in ladders all over the ball. Between two walruses propping up the world, e s k them o s-o h o t n i k, with his finger buried in the ground, yells to the other

god, stretched out in front of him by the fire.

About the hunter

Loudmouth. There is no other way to poke your finger at the ground.

About the hunter

Where is the hole?

About the hunter

What's flowing?

About the hunter

Fisherman (jumping up, running up and looking under

pinching finger)

Oooh! The work of unclean hands. Crap! I'll go warn the Arctic Circle.

Running. A German, wrung out his sleeves, rushes at him from behind the slope of the world. He looks for a button for a second and, not finding it,

grabs the wool of the fur coat.

Ger Eskimo! Ger Eskimo! It's terribly rushed! A couple of minutes...

So, today I’m sitting in my restaurant on Friedrichstrasse. The sun beckons through the window. The day, like the bourgeoisie before the revolution, is clear. The audience sits and quietly chants. Having eaten the soup, I look at the bottled Eiffels. I think: what kind of beef should I take on? And should I start working on the beef? I looked and had lunch stuck in my throat: something was wrong with the Alley of Victories. The stone Hohenzollerns, standing between the daisies, suddenly flew upside down. Hum. I run to the roof. Winding around the skeleton of the tavern, the waterless surf, rushing against the bustle, overwhelmed the neighborhoods. Berlin - a restless sea of ​​delirium, invisible waves of bass notes. And behind, and above, and under, and in front of the houses, dreadnoughts! And before I could even think about whether it was from Foch or...

I was completely sweaty. I look at everything dry, but it pours, and pours, and pours. And suddenly, the collapse of Pompeii was more pompous, the picture was torn open by the roots. Berlin was torn out and drowned in the abyss, from the world in a molten furnace. I woke up on the crest of flowing villages. I have collected all my yacht club experience, and here in front of you, my dear, is all that is now left of Europe.

B-b-a little...

It will calm down, of course... In about two days.

Yes, speak without these European jokes! What do you want? There's no time for you here.

German (showing horizontally)

Allow me to come near your dear seals.

In the book, the author talks about the revolution. At the beginning of the Great October Revolution, the writer asked himself one question: “to participate or abandon revolutions.” The author participated in the revolution in Smolny. For the revolution, he wrote poetry in the form of satire, ditties and epigrams, feuilletons.

The creation "Mystery - Buff" was written in comedy genre. Comedy helped to glorify working people during capitalism. The creation has a satirical and epic character. The comedy embodies the spirit of the art of a new generation. The comedy story includes such attributes as the flood, heaven, ark and hell. In addition, the comedy features the devil Beelzebub and Saint Methuselah. The work also describes a religious drama.

Social quarrels in the work are indicated in the form of “7 unclean pairs.” The 7 evil forces include the blacksmith, miner, machinist, farm laborer, carpenter, Red Army soldier, laundress and driver. At the end of the fight, the “7 pairs of unclean ones” can destroy hell, overthrow God, destroy destruction, repair steam locomotives and much more. All actions in the book are described with wit and the author's irony. The relevance of such a work is ensured by Mayakovsky's utopian forecasts. During the revolution, this genre gained greater relevance.

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Mayakovsky Vladimir

Mystery Buff

Vladimir Mayakovsky

"Mystery Buff"

MYSTERY-BUFF

Heroic, epic and satirical

image of our era

SECOND V A R I A N T

"Mystery-bouffe" is the road. Road of revolution. No one can predict with accuracy what other mountains we will have to blow up as we walk this road. Today the word “Lloyd George” pierces the ear, and tomorrow the English themselves will forget his name. Today the will of millions is rushing towards the commune, and in fifty years, perhaps, the attack will be further

On which planets will the air dreadnoughts of the commune rush. Therefore, leaving the road (shape), I again changed parts of the landscape

new, today, momentary.

D E Y S T V U Y T:

1. S e m p a r ch i s t s: 1) Negus Abyssinian, 2) Raja

Indian, 3) Turkish Pasha, 4) Russian speculator, 5)

Chinese, 6) Well-fed Persian, 7) Clemenceau, 8) German, 9) Pop,

10) Australian, 11) Australian's wife, 12) Lloyd George,

13) American and 14) Diplomat. 2. Seven couples: 1) Red Army soldier, 2) Lantern

box, 3) Driver, 4) Miner, 5) Carpenter, 6) Peon, 7) Servant,

8) Blacksmith, 9) Baker, 10) Laundress, 11) Seamstress, 12) Machinist,

13) Eskimo fisherman and 14) Eskimo hunter. 3. Concordant. 4. I ntelligence. 5. L a m a s c a t o n k a m ​​i. 6. Traits: 1) Beelzebub, 2) Chief Devil, 3) Westman, 4) 2nd

messenger, 5) Guard, 6) 20 clean ones with horns and tails. 7. Saints: 1) Methuselah, 2) Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 3) Leo Tolstoy,

4) Gabriel, 5) Angel, 6) 2nd angel and 7) angels. 8. S a v a o f. 9. VALID LAND PROMISED:

1) Hammer, 2) Sickle, 3) Cars, 4) Trains, 5) Cars, 6)

Planer 7) Pliers, 8) Needle, 9) Saw, 10) Bread, 11) Salt, 12)

Sugar, 13) Matter, 14) Boot, 15) Board with lever. 10. H u m o f the future.

M E S T A D E Y S T V I Y

1. The whole universe. 2. Ark. 3. Hell. 4. Paradise. 5. Land of Wrecks.

6. Promised Land.

Wrong

In a minute we will show you... Mystery-bouffe. I must say two words: this is a new thing. To jump over your head, you need someone to help. A prologue is needed before a new play. Firstly, why was the entire theater destroyed? Well-meaning people will be very outraged by this. Why do you go to performances? In order to have fun, right? Is it a great pleasure to watch if the pleasure is only on stage? the stage is only one third. This means that in an interesting performance, if you build everything up, then your pleasure will triple, and if the performance is uninteresting, then you shouldn’t watch even one third. For other theaters, presenting is not important: for them the stage is the keyhole. Sit quietly, straight or at an angle, and watch a piece of someone else’s life. You look and see Aunt Manya and Uncle Vanya lying on the sofa. But we are not interested in either uncles or aunts; you will find aunts and uncles at home. We will also show real life, but it has been transformed into an extraordinary spectacle by the theater. The essence of the first act is this: the earth is leaking. Then - stomping. Everyone is fleeing the revolutionary flood. Seven pairs of unclean and seven pure pairs, that is, fourteen poor proletarians and fourteen bourgeois-bar, and between them, with a pair of tear-stained cheeks, Mensheviks. The pole is overwhelmed. The last refuge is collapsing. And everyone begins to build not even an ark, but a shrine. In the second act, the audience travels in the ark: here you have autocracy, and a democratic republic, and finally overboard, amid the Menshevik howl, the pure ones were thrown upside down. In the third act it is shown that the workers do not need to be afraid of anything, not even the devils in the middle of hell. In the fourth, laugh harder! paradise appears. In the fifth act, devastation, with its immense mouth open, crushes and devours. Although we worked on a hungry belly, we defeated devastation. In the sixth act, the commune, the whole hall, sing at the top of your lungs! Look with all your eyes!

All is ready? And hell? And heaven?

From behind the stage.

Ready! Let's!

ACT ONE

At the glow of the northern lights, the globe rests with its pole on the ice of the floor. The ropes of latitudes and longitudes intersect in ladders all over the ball. Between two walruses propping up the world, e s k them o s-o h o t n i k, with his finger buried in the ground, yells to the other

god, stretched out in front of him by the fire.

About the hunter

Loudmouth. There is no other way to poke your finger at the ground.