The well-known “The Seagull”, which has been attracting theaters and directors from all countries for many years, which has already been staged in completely different versions...

This time, the production team, together with the dramatic artists, decided to look at the play from a different angle and tell the well-known plot non-verbally - with movement, gesture, emotion, feeling, images, plasticity, breathing, music.

And not even the plot itself, but the feeling from it, from Chekhov himself, from “The Seagull” itself as such, the seagull as a desire to live, as a flight, as an opportunity to rise above everything that is so down to earth, as an opportunity to find yourself in another, better world , rise above pain, fear, doubt; the sensation of a seagull as an inhale, as a breath, as a cry.

The opportunity to boldly dive into this multi-layered text and see how much is hidden between the lines, behind these words. Movement instead of words, movement more than words... what if every movement is a word, meaning, depth?

The speaking movements of choreographer-director Evgenia Milyaeva are in close contact with the atmospheric music of composer Alexander Devyatyarov; in dialogue and partnership, the found movements merge with the original music, which creates additional volume and images.

Consider from different sides, read in depth, show what is hidden, expose, discover the multifaceted inner world of each hero and explore it in motion, in a certain beating of everything - a seagull that flies and that beats, the beating of the heart as life, breathing as flight.

What if you look at everything from Treplev’s eyes?

A beautiful built world, which for him is cardboard, flat, inanimate, in which he does not find a place for himself and therefore tries in every possible way to destroy it, to recreate it...

What if all this is Treplev's performance?

What if he wants to stage his own play, wants, like all of us, to build his own ideal world, and not the one he sees?

What if the senses are heightened and exposed so that every woman is a seagull and everyone is truly ready to shoot?

After all, we are different, but we are about the same thing.

And, despite everything that happens, there will still be life. There will be a new breath. There will be movement. There will be a seagull.