I was born in a small town on the Volga. As a child I was often sick n why he didn't like noisy games. I beat Liu books. The city was not their (local) theatre, but when he came to the Saratov theatre (company), I never missed an opportunity to look at them performances. I so loved the theater that he decided to become an actress after I graduate from school. I participated in an Amateur (amateur) performances, and several times during the holidays we went to Moscow to watch performances from such great actors, as Moskvin, Paschen, Kacha fishing, one Day, Tarasov. Finally the day came, when I first came on the scene well of this house. I was so worried that didn't notice, as the curtain rose. When I spoke to him, I didn't recognize his own voice. Then ended the first act and the curtain has fallen. I felt that I was crying because I was very upset: I thought I was bad played a role. I was approached and spronin why I was crying. "Don't you hear the audience applauding you? You played perfectly. At first I believed it, but then I was under my teacher, one of the oldest actors of the theatre, and said that he really liked my playing. I was approached the other actors and said that I had fulfilled my role. It was the happiest day of my life.
I like this because it means I can read a book or a newspaper. On the Continent, everybody wants to tell you his life story. Some years ago I travelled by train from London to Paris. It was my first visit to Paris so I made up my mind to tour round France for my holidays. As I was going on a long journey I took a lot of books with me. There was an Englishman in the compartment with me and, in a typically English way, he did not speak a word during our journey through the English countryside or while crossing the Channel. But the minute we were in France he said, “Ah, now we are in France, we can talk.” And for the rest of the trip to Paris he told me his life story.
Finally the day came, when I first came on the scene well of this house. I was so worried that didn't notice, as the curtain rose. When I spoke to him, I didn't recognize his own voice. Then ended the first act and the curtain has fallen. I felt that I was crying because I was very upset: I thought I was bad played a role. I was approached and spronin why I was crying. "Don't you hear the audience applauding you? You played perfectly.
At first I believed it, but then I was under my teacher, one of the oldest actors of the theatre, and said that he really liked my playing. I was approached the other actors and said that I had fulfilled my role. It was the happiest day of my life.
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I like this because it means I can read a book or a newspaper. On the Continent, everybody wants to tell you his life story. Some years ago I travelled by train from London to Paris. It was my first visit to Paris so I made up my mind to tour round France for my holidays. As I was going on a long journey I took a lot of books with me. There was an Englishman in the compartment with me and, in a typically English way, he did not speak a word during our journey through the English countryside or while crossing the Channel. But the minute we were in France he said, “Ah, now we are in France, we can talk.” And for the rest of the trip to Paris he told me his life story.