Victoria's Creation — scripts and plays
I have studied screenwriting models from the film industry (particularly from Good Story Media) and have a deep understanding of the mechanics of a selling screenplay. Ready to work in the script room. I also write plays for the theatre.
I know word formation from A to Z, flip your story from Y to A, speed of thought is like O to P (Op!). I have learned linguistics at the Faculty of Journalism at Moscow State University with honors, worked in the PR department of the Assay Office of the Ministry of Finance, and was a political program editor at Channel One. 5 scripts, 3 plays are written to order.
Play "Lilith"
In this silence, I am beginning to hear my own voice. The whispering of my inner self. I must teach it how to speak clearly and articulately – as children are taught to do. It's desires are yet inept and modest in expression, but not in scale – I should make them come true.
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Robert (sarcastically): An artist must be hungry... I even envy them. Maybe they are even richer than you and me. They fill their mental world when we fill our pockets.
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Philip (silence): Have you ever been in love?
Lilith: I am married.
Philip (smiling): No, I'm asking, have you ever been in love?
Lilith (nods automatically, then says): No.
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Philip: Tell me, what do you want the most of all right now?
Lilith: I want to be free as a bird, to spread my wings and fly wherever I want.
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Play "Unhappy"
Alice: We run behind a great shield, a cosmic disc is looming. Suddenly there is a huge bang and lots of bright blue, red, yellow rays fly over us, the shield saves us.
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Innokenty: Nobody asked me how I would get home.
Innokenty: I know we're both victims of our own mental illness. (she puts a collar on him and pulls him up like a martyr).
So let's bring them up with dignity
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Nicole (restrained): Justice is very relative.
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Innokenty: What's the worst part is that the game has become my life. And life has become a game.
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Victoria Vyacheslavovna: Drugs take away as much strength as they give.
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Alice: What can be right when a loved one suffers?
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Innokenty: Life becomes a dope.
You can't enjoy life without the added pleasure of something - a cigarette, alcohol, weed, pills. The world loses its colours, or rather you don't distinguish them anymore. Are you waiting for Friday to get drunk without any remorse? Can't imagine meeting a friend without a beer? Is sex unthinkable for you without alcohol? What are you without dope? You're sure you can do all these things without dope, of course. And somewhere in the distance that vision is maturing, but when you come face to face with the choice - there's no doubt that you end up with a spliff in your teeth, a pill in your stomach, a hangover in the morning. Have you ever thought about saying no? Just put an end to it
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Isn't it happiness to be able to enjoy a little without asking for more?
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Death is not a corner, death is the explosion of a whole building with corners.
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I am being reborn. I feel myself living each moment. I'm a child taking my first steps. The steps of adulthood, of awareness.
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Poems
No one is obliged to me with love;
I take what is given to me without being imposed upon at once,
To my heart as if a deadline had been fixed,
Turning into a lifeless biomass
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I'm the dog that won't howl or cry;
I'm the beast that shakes it off and gets on with its life;
I'm the riffraff on whose grave no one will;
I'm the icon and no one will kiss it.
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There is no God and no Christ in me;
I am ready to answer everything on my own.
Pity that I have no sympathy for myself,
And that I'll never be scolded, Grandma, for such monkey tricks.
Have it now, there might not be such a thing tomorrow;
Yesterday has already become a fragment
Of the stream against which you have to swim.
Have it immediately, tomorrow this may not be;
Yesterday has already become a fragment
The current you need to swim against.
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Happiness is to go out on the balcony in the morning
And breathe in the fresh air with any breast;
For me the air is a night without sleep,
The sound of ecstatic echo and your distant contour inscribed in the wall.
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Let's keep it simple
Like an old children's game:
I'll say there's a bird
When you turn around, I'll disappear into the darkness.
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