05 october – 15 october 2017 / Length 4h15
[The Three Sisters]
by Anton Tchekhov
directed by Timofeï Kouliabine
with Ilia Mouzyko, Anton Voïnalovitch, Klavdia Katchoussova, Valeria Kroutchinina, Irina Krivonos, Daria Iemelianova, Linda Akhmetzianova, Denis Frank, Alexeï Mejov, Pavel Poliakov, Konstantin Télégine, Andreï Tchernykh, Sergeï Bogomolov, Sergeï Novikov, Ielena Drinevskaïa
Timofeï Kouliabine, one of Russian theatre’s rising stars, has already been invited to Moscow and Vienna but never to France. The first performances of his Three Sisters were hailed as “historic events” by critics. Indeed, his radical and ruthlessly efficient staging stirs up the emotions in unique ways. This particular Chekhov is played out in its entirety, literally speaking, but without a single word being spoken. On stage, the walls of the Prozorov household are no more than indications on the ground. Each room can thus be inhabited simultaneously, with no risk of confusion. For in between the Chekhovian text and its spectators, there is an additional level at work: Russian sign language. The latter comes complete with its own vocabulary and grammar, with subtitles in English and French. Accordingly, both our ears and eyes are kept in a continual state of alert, creating a unique relationship with the on-stage action. Notions of the familiar and the enigmatic, the text and its representation, closeness and foreignness communicate via very different rules, bringing out new forms of intensity, nuances of humanity and it hidden cruelties. The troupe brings us a work of rare originality. It has a lasting, haunting effect on the minds of spectators.
With the support of
scenography Oleg Golovko
lights Denis Solntsev
production Théâtre “Krasnyi Fakel” (la Torche rouge) – Novossibirsk
corealisation Odéon-Théâtre de l’Europe, Festival d’Automne à Paris
with the support of the Adami
Olga : Oh, mes chères sœurs, notre vie n’est pas encore terminée. Nous vivrons ! La musique est si gaie, si joyeuse, et on se croirait sur le point de savoir pourquoi nous vivons, pourquoi nous souffrons... Si l’on pouvait savoir, si l’on pouvait savoir !
Anton Tchekhov : Les Trois Sœurs, acte IV (trad. Elsa Triolet, Éditeurs français réunis, 1954, p. 341)