I was advised to read the book by a man who is stupidly convinced that everything in this world is "profit", and all values are also created for "profit". In general, he is a disillusioned supporter of Mustafa Fonda's policy.

When I started reading, I, a critical individualist, got a nasty but enticing feeling. It is disgusting that everything is a carbon copy, but I wonder "what could have been?"
In fact and in general, the book is quite a rounded element of modern society. You know, when people are not yet slaves to the whole hundred, but by 60 percent. Huxley increased the approximate figure and showed what our "stability - the backbone of society" can lead to. That's right, I agree, after Stalin we still cannot move away from the morality of collectivism. We are taught to it in schools, universities. Because it’s easier and easier for everyone. Especially to the bigwigs of our world. And I even think that it should be so, but there is always oxygen for the fraction of double hydrogen. And it is oxygen that is free-thinking and free-spirited people. That oxygen, thanks to which the world has not yet become blackened, thanks to which paintings, photographs, architecture and so on are created. In the world of Aldous, fortunately, there is such oxygen. By the way, I still cannot understand the product of which path is Hemholtz, okay Bernard, he mixed something there, but how is Hemholtz?

Well, and it moves this oxygen there too! Who is our great Ford of God? The man who "hides the Bible in the safe, and on the shelves of Ford" - the chief governor, Mustafa. He is the same individualist, but with his radical altruism (which again shows the content of the soul in this person) he chose work for the happiness of society! Because he understands that life poorly saturated with oxygen leads to oxygen starvation, and without it, to disappearance altogether.

From the purely feminine side, I was attracted by the centaur lady Lina. The individual is still the one, sexy, drawn, but a cork. She, by the way, is the mirror of many young ladies (with big lips and empty heads) of 2017. Well, here again it all comes down to a "living mind". Any consumer goods are used for it, but those who understand at least a little that there is nothing good in it except for a "fastener that neatly unfastens" in it.

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The end, in principle, I expected. He, persecuted by his own nature, isolated himself about all these quadras, while others were sent to the brothers by "spoiled, but such real" blood.

In general, advice for the ages: If you are at least a little bit a product of social anonymity, and savor personal courage and naturalism, then either accept (but do not allow society) to be sent to the islands, like Bernard and Gemholtz, or prepare branches for onions;)

Utopias have proven to be far more workable than they previously thought. And now there is another painful question, how to avoid their final realization ... Utopias are feasible ... Life is moving towards utopias. And perhaps a new century of dreams of the intelligentsia and the cultural layer about how to avoid utopias, how to return to a non-utopian society, to a less “perfect” and freer society, is opening.

Nikolay Berdyaev

Reprinted with permission from The Estate of Aldous Huxley and the Reece Halsey Agency, The Fielding Agency and Andrew Nurnberg.

Chapter one

The gray squat building is only thirty-four stories high. Above the main entrance there is an inscription: "CENTRAL LONDON INCUBATORIUM AND EDUCATIONAL CENTER", and on the heraldic shield - the motto of the World State: "COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY".

The huge hall on the ground floor faces north, like an art studio. It's summer outside, it's tropically hot in the hall, but winter-like cold and watery light that greedily flows into these windows in search of picturesquely draped mannequins or nude nature, albeit faded and chilly-pimpled, - and finds only nickel, glass, coldly shiny laboratory porcelain. Winter meets winter. White robes of laboratory technicians, gloves of whitish, cadaverous color, rubber on their hands. The light is frozen, dead, ghostly. Only on the yellow tubes of microscopes does he seem to be juicy, borrowing living yellowness - as if he smears with butter these polished tubes, which have stood in a long line on the working tables.

“We have a Fertilization Room here,” said the Director of the Hatchery and Nursing Center, opening the door.

Leaning towards the microscopes, three hundred fertilizers were immersed in almost breathless silence, unless someone purrs absently or whistles under his breath in detached concentration. On the heels of the Director, timidly and not without servility, followed a flock of newly arrived students, young, pink and fledgling. Each chick had a notebook, and as soon as the great man opened his mouth, the students began to scribble violently with pencils. From wise lips - first hand. Not every day is such a privilege and honor. The director of the Central London Information Computing Center considered it always his duty to personally guide new students through the halls and departments. "To give you a general idea," he explained the purpose of the traversal. For, of course, at least some general idea must be given - in order to do business with understanding - but given only in a minimal dose, otherwise they will not be good and happy members of society. After all, as everyone knows, if you want to be happy and virtuous, do not generalize, but stick to narrow particulars; general ideas are an inevitable intellectual evil. Not philosophers, but collectors of stamps and cutters of frames make up the backbone of society.

“Tomorrow,” he added, smiling at them affectionately and a little menacingly, “the time will come to get down to serious work. You won't have time to generalize. Until then ... "

In the meantime, the honor has been rendered great. From wise lips and - straight to notebooks. The youngsters scribbled like instincts.

Tall, lean, but not in the least stooped, the Director entered the hall. The Director had a long chin, large teeth protruding slightly from under fresh, full lips. Is he young or old? Thirty years old? Fifty? Fifty five? It was difficult to say. Yes, and this question did not arise for you; now, in the 632th year of the era of stability, the Era of Ford, such questions did not come to mind.

- Let's start from the beginning, - said the Director, and the most diligent youths immediately recorded: "Let's start from the beginning." “Right here,” he pointed with his hand, “we have incubators. - I opened the heat-tight door, and rows of numbered test tubes appeared - racks by racks, racks by racks. - Weekly batch of eggs. Stored, - he continued, - at thirty-seven degrees; as for the male gametes - here he opened another door - they must be kept at thirty-five. The blood temperature would sterile them. (Covering a ram with cotton wool, you will not get offspring.)

And, without leaving his place, he proceeded to a summary of the modern fertilization process - and the pencils kept running, illegibly scribbling across the paper; He began, of course, with a surgical overture to the process - with an operation “which one is voluntarily undertaking, for the good of the Society, not to mention a remuneration equal to a six-month salary”; then he touched on the way in which the excised ovary is kept alive and developed; spoke about the optimal temperature, viscosity, salt content; about the nutrient fluid in which the separated and ripe eggs are stored; and, leading his charges to the work tables, he clearly introduced them to how this liquid is taken from test tubes; how drop by drop is released onto specially heated microscope slides; how the eggs in each drop are checked for defects, counted and placed in a porous egg receptacle; how (he led the students further, let them observe this too) the receiver was immersed in a warm broth with free-floating spermatozoa, the concentration of which, he stressed, should not be less than one hundred thousand per milliliter; and how ten minutes later the receiver is taken out of the broth and the contents are looked at again; how, if not all the eggs were fertilized, the vessel is immersed again, but it will be required, then for the third time; how fertilized eggs are returned to incubators, and there alphas and beta remain until they are capped, and gammas, deltas and epsilons, thirty-six hours later, again travel from the shelves for processing according to the Bokanovsky method.

“By the Bokanovsky method,” the Director repeated, and the students underlined these words in their notebooks.

One egg, one embryo, one adult - this is the scheme of natural development. The egg, which is subjected to bokanovskisation, will proliferate - bud. It will give eight to ninety-six buds, and each bud will develop into a fully formed embryo, and each embryo into an adult of normal size. And we get ninety-six people, where before only one grew up. Progress!

"The egg will bud," scribbled pencils.

He pointed to the right. The conveyor belt, carrying a whole battery of test tubes, moved very slowly into a large metal box, and from the other side of the box a battery, already processed, crawled out. Cars hummed softly. Processing the tube rack takes eight minutes, the Director said. Eight minutes of hard X-rays is the limit for eggs, perhaps. Some do not stand up, they die; of the rest, the most persistent are split in two; most give four buds; some even eight; all eggs are then returned to incubators where buds begin to develop; then, after two days, they are suddenly cooled, inhibiting growth. In response, they proliferate again - each kidney produces two, four, eight new buds - and immediately they are almost killed to death with alcohol; as a result, they bud again, for the third time, after which they are allowed to develop calmly, for further suppression of growth leads, as a rule, to death. So, from one initial egg we have something from eight to ninety-six embryos - you must admit that the improvement in the natural process is fantastic. Moreover, these are identical, identical twins - and not miserable twins or triplets, as in the old viviparous times, when the egg was occasionally divided by pure chance, and dozens of twins.

“Dozens,” the Director repeated, spreading his arms wide, as if bestowing grace. - Dozens and tens.

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

English writer Aldous Huxley was one of the first to ask the question of payment for his happy life. What price can a person pay for happiness? Professionals have been pondering the conclusions that the writer made and interpretations of these conclusions for more than 70 years.

Is it possible to build a society without freedom of choice and action? In the world that Huxley portrays, for well-being it is necessary to eliminate all imaginable troubles - social injustice, war, poverty, envy and jealousy, unhappy love, illness, drama of parents and children, old age and fear of death, creativity and art. In general, everything that is commonly called life. In return, one will have to abandon the "real trifle" - freedom: freedom to dispose of oneself, freedom of choice, freedom to love, freedom of creative, social and intellectual activity.

The state created by Huxley is ruled by technocracy. And this is not only about the world of modern fifty-story buildings, flying cars and high technologies. After a brutal and bloody nine-year war between the new and the old worlds, the Era of Ford has come. It is no coincidence that the writer gave his world the name of the famous American engineer, founder of the Ford Motor Company - Henry Ford. He is known to many for the first time he began to use an industrial conveyor for continuous production of cars. In addition, his successes in the economic sphere gave birth to such a difficult political and economic direction as Fordism.

In the world of Huxley, the chronology is based on the year of production of the model of the "Ford T" car. There is also a respectful address, "his fordeische", and swearing - "Ford with him", "Ford knows him." Ford is the name of the God of this utopia. It is no coincidence that after the war, the top of the crosses in churches was sawed off, so that the letter "T" was obtained. It is also accepted to be baptized "T-shaped".

From the words of one of the chief rulers of this world, Mustafa Mond, we learn that Ford and Freud are one and the same person for the inhabitants. The German psychologist, the founder of Huxley's psychoanalysis, also turns out to be “to blame” for the arrangement of the new world. First of all, the development in utopia received its allocation of specific phases of psychosexual development of personality and the creation of the theory of the Oedipus complex. The destruction of the institution of the family is the merit of Freud's teachings, the production of clones is the "handiwork" of Ford.

The future is a place where all living things are forbidden. In the future, everything is created artificially, and people are no longer viviparous. Rather, such a possibility remains, but is strictly prohibited. The artificially fertilized eggs are grown in special hatcheries. This process is called "ectogenesis" by Aldous Huxley Brave New World Ed. AST, 2006, p. 157. Previously, the technology invented by some Pfitzner and Kawaguchi was impossible to apply, because the norms of morality and religion interfered, in particular, the book talks about Christian prohibitions. But now there are no restraining circumstances, people are produced according to a plan: how many individuals of this or that type are needed by society at a given moment, so many will be created. First, the embryos are kept under certain conditions, then they are born from glass bottles - this is called Uncorking. However, they cannot be called completely identical: their appearance is slightly different, there are names, not serial numbers of embryos.

In addition, there are five different castes: alphas, beta, gammas, deltas, and epsilons. In this classification, alphas are people of the first class, mental workers, and epsilons are people of the lower caste, capable of only monotonous physical labor. Each class has its own uniform: alphas in gray, beta in red, gamma in green, delta in khaki, and epsilons in black.

Babies are both brought up and trained in different ways, but each is necessarily instilled in piety for the higher caste and contempt for the lower castes. They grow up in state training centers, like some experimental rodents: “The nannies ran to carry out the order and returned in two minutes; each rolled a tall, four-storey netted cart, laden with eight-month-old babies, like two drops of water alike "Brave New World by Aldous Huxley" Ed. AST, 2006 p. 163.

Teaching babies is also taught with the help of hypnopedia. During sleep, they include recordings with the dogmas of the brave new world and the norms of behavior of a particular caste. Therefore, everyone from childhood knows hypopedic sayings: "Everyone belongs to everyone", "Soma gram - and there are no dramas", "Purity is the guarantee of well-being." Also, little “creatures” are taught sexual promiscuity from childhood. In Huxley's world, it's embarrassing and wrong to date someone alone. This is judgmental. Both men and women are constantly changing partners. Thus, they try to avoid any manifestations of affection and love.

“Stability, stability, strength. Civilization is unthinkable without a stable society. And a stable society is unthinkable without a stable member of society "Brave New World by Aldous Huxley" Ed. AST, 2006, p. 178, says the chief governor of Monde.

The main thing, according to the builders of utopia, is guaranteed happiness, in this case, the comfort that science can create.

The secret of an eternal utopia is simple - a person is prepared for it in an embryonic state. The forge of personnel is a system of incubators where representatives of different strata of society are raised, they are trained in social roles. And most importantly, no one will ever express dissatisfaction with their position in society. In addition, any unpleasant situation, any stress is solved by taking a special drug - soma, which, depending on the dosage, allows you to forget any problems.

It must be said that in Huxley's dystopian world, all "happy babies" are far from equal in their slavery. If the "brave new world" cannot provide everyone with work of equal qualifications, then "harmony" between a person and society is achieved through the deliberate destruction of all those intellectual and emotional predispositions in a person: this is drying up the brain of future workers and instilling hatred of flowers in them. and books by means of electroshock. To one degree or another, all the inhabitants of the “brave new world”, from “alpha” to “epsilon,” are not free from “adaptation”, and the meaning of this hierarchy is contained in the words of the Chief Governor, which he utters at the end of the novel: “ A society entirely composed of alphas is bound to be unstable and unhappy. Imagine a factory staffed with alphas, that is, individuals different and rosy, possessing a good heredity and, in their shape, capable - within certain limits - of free choice and responsible decisions. Alphas can be quite solid members of society, but only on the condition that they do the work of alphas. Only from epsilon can one demand sacrifices related to the work of epsilon - for the simple reason that for him these are not sacrifices, but the line of least resistance, the usual life track ... Of course, each of us spends his life in a bottle. But if we happen to be alphas, then our bottles are huge compared to those of the lower castes "Aldous Huxley" Brave New World "Ed. AST, 2006 293-294.

Alphas do not rule this world, they are happy in their unfreedom. True, genetic failures make it possible to think beyond the boundaries. As, for example, the main character - Bernard Marx. Let us remember that he does not fully understand what he is striving for, but his aspiration is already an impulse, this is the desire of a free person. And if it were not for this desire, there would be no hero.

In a brave new world, there are certain people who understand what is happening, the so-called "chief rulers of the world." The novel presents one of them - Mustafa Mond. Naturally, he knows a lot more of his subjects. He is able to appreciate a subtle thought, a bold idea or a revolutionary project.

Another layer of people who are free, but do not understand what is happening are savages. They live on reservations, and their morals, their gods, their understanding of the world have remained the same. They are free to think, but not free physically. This is the conflict of dystopia - the "savage" sees this new, wondrous world and cannot accept its cliches, its monotony, its course. Passions are not alien to him, feelings are not alien to him, but he does not need progress.

During a campaign conversation with a savage, the steward explains that he can break the rules, because he sets the laws. The economist and philosopher Friedrich von Hayek once said: "The higher the mental abilities and educational level of individuals, the more sharply their tastes and views differ, and the less chances they will unanimously accept any particular hierarchy of values." chapter VII "Who will win?" http://www.libertarium.ru/l_lib_road_viii. Thus, the society of the future needs a program, a plan, but not an individual. This is confirmed by the main ideas presented in utopia. That is why you need to create cliches, not individuals (we are talking about children).

First of all, it is a view of history as an unnecessary legacy. Everything that was achieved before Ford (the new God) is crossed out. It doesn't exist. In Orwell's 1984, history was also mercilessly destroyed. A person does not need to know the mistakes of the past in order to build a utopia.

The second point is the rejection of the social institution of the family. In this world, the words "mother", "father" have become synonymous with obscenities: "Our Lord Freud (Ford) was the first to reveal the disastrous dangers of family life ..." Aldous Huxley "Brave New World" Ed. AST, 2006, p. 175. It is the family, the close environment that forms a person as a person. But she no longer exists, because the goal has been achieved and there are clones.

And third, the destruction of art and science: “This is the price we have to pay for stability. I had to choose between happiness and what was once called high art. We sacrificed high art. We keep science in blinders. Of course, the truth suffers from this. But happiness flourishes. And nothing is given for nothing. Happiness comes at a price. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, Ed. AST, 2006, p.

Huxley's path to utopia is as follows. Society will be forcibly happy, but will not know about it. Their "happiness in a test tube" is unshakable. And the last dumbfounded savages are left to vegetate on their reservations, because to accept such a world, even if not a very educated, but sane person is simply not able to.

dystopian novel huxley orwell

Utopias have proven to be far more workable than they previously thought. And now there is another painful question, how to avoid their final realization ... Utopias are feasible ... Life is moving towards utopias. And perhaps a new century of dreams of the intelligentsia and the cultural layer about how to avoid utopias, how to return to a non-utopian society, to a less “perfect” and freer society, is opening.

Nikolay Berdyaev

Reprinted with permission from The Estate of Aldous Huxley and Georges Borchardt, Inc. and Andrew Nurnberg

© Aldous Huxley, 1932

© Translation. O. Soroka, heirs, 2015

© Edition in Russian by AST Publishers, 2015

Chapter one

“We have a Fertilization Room here,” said the Director of the Hatchery and Nursing Center, opening the door.

“Tomorrow,” he added, smiling at them affectionately and a little menacingly, “the time will come to get down to serious work. You won't have time to generalize. Until then ... "

In the meantime, the honor has been rendered great. From wise lips and - straight to notebooks. The youngsters scribbled like instincts.

And, without leaving his place, he proceeded to a summary of the modern fertilization process - and the pencils kept running, illegibly scribbling across the paper; He began, of course, with a surgical overture to the process - with an operation “which one is voluntarily undertaking, for the good of the Society, not to mention a remuneration equal to a six-month salary”; then he touched on the way in which the excised ovary is kept alive and developed; spoke about the optimal temperature, viscosity, salt content; about the nutrient fluid in which the separated and ripe eggs are stored; and, leading his charges to the work tables, he clearly introduced them to how this liquid is taken from test tubes; how drop by drop is released onto specially heated microscope slides; how the eggs in each drop are checked for defects, counted and placed in a porous egg receptacle; how (he led the students further, let them observe this too) the egg receptacle is immersed in a warm broth with free-floating spermatozoa, the concentration of which, he emphasized, must be at least one hundred thousand per milliliter; and how ten minutes later the receiver is taken out of the broth and the contents are looked at again; how, if not all the eggs were fertilized, the vessel is immersed again, but it will be required, then for the third time; how fertilized eggs are returned to incubators, and there alphas and beta remain until they are capped, and gammas, deltas and epsilons, thirty-six hours later, again travel from the shelves for processing according to the Bokanovsky method.

“By the Bokanovsky method,” the Director repeated, and the students underlined these words in their notebooks.

"The egg will bud," scribbled pencils.

“Dozens,” the Director repeated, spreading his arms wide, as if bestowing grace. - Dozens and tens.

One of the students, however, was so dull that he asked what was the benefit.

- Dear young man! - the Director turned sharply to him. - Isn't it clear to you? Isn't it clear? - He raised his hand; his expression became solemn. - Bokanovskisation is one of the main instruments of social stability.

“The main instruments of social stability”, - was imprinted in the notebooks.

- She gives standard people. Even and equal portions. A whole small plant is completed with a brood of one Bokanovski egg.

- Ninety-six identical twins working on ninety-six identical machines! The Director's voice vibrated slightly with excitement. - Here we stand on solid ground. For the first time in history. “Community, Identity, Stability,” he chanted the planet's motto. Magnificent words. - If it was possible to sketch Bokanovskirovat infinitely, then the whole problem would be solved.

It would be solved by standard scales, identical deltas, identical epsilons. Millions of identical twins. The principle of mass production finally applied to biology.

- But, unfortunately, - the Director shook his head, - the ideal is unattainable, it is impossible to imbue Bokanovskiy without limit.

Ninety-six is the limit, apparently; and a good average is seventy-two. The only way to get closer to the ideal (alas, only to get closer) is to produce more Bokanovised broods from the gametes of one male, from the eggs of one ovary. But even that is not easy.

- For under natural conditions it takes thirty years for an ovary to produce two hundred mature eggs. We need population stabilization urgently and permanently. To produce twins in a year, one tablespoon at a time, stretching the case for a quarter of a century - where would that be?

Obviously, it wouldn't do anywhere. However, the maturation process is greatly accelerated thanks to the Podsnap technique. It ensures that at least one and a half hundred mature eggs are obtained from the ovary in a short time - in two years. Fertilize and Bokanovskize these eggs - in other words, multiply by seventy-two - and one and a half hundred broods will make up almost eleven thousand twin brothers and sisters, with only a two-year maximum age difference.

- In exceptional cases, it is possible to obtain from one ovary more than fifteen thousand adults.

At this time, a blond, ruddy young man passed by. The director called out to him: "Mr. Foster," made an inviting gesture. The rosy young man approached.

“Tell us, Mr. Foster, the record ovary productivity.

“At our Center it is sixteen thousand and twelve,” Mr. Foster replied without hesitation, bright blue eyes sparkling. He spoke very quickly and was clearly glad to sprinkle numbers. - Sixteen thousand and twelve - in one hundred and eighty-nine identical broods. But, of course, ”he continued to chatter,“ in some tropical Centers, the rates are much higher. Singapore has already crossed the sixteen thousand five hundred more than once, and Mombasa has even reached the seventeen thousand mark. But is this a competition on equal terms? You should have seen how the Negro ovary reacts to the pituitary traction! We, working with European material, are simply overwhelmed. And all the same, - he added with a good-natured laugh (but a battle fire lit up in his eyes, and his chin protruded with a challenge), - after all, we are still stretching with them. At this time, I have a wonderful delta-minus ovary working. Only a year and a half has been involved. And already more than twelve thousand seven hundred children, unopened or on tape. And it still works with might and main. We'll beat them again.

- I love enthusiasts! The Director exclaimed and patted Mr. Foster on the shoulder. - Join us, let these young men use your erudition.

Mr. Foster smiled modestly.

- With pleasure.

And all together they continued their detour.

The activity in the Corking Hall was in full swing and orderly. From the basements of the Organized Storage Facility, high-speed forklifts were used to deliver flaps of fresh pork belly, cut to size. Wzzz! And then: click! - the lift cover bounces off; The carpenter can only stretch out her hand, take the flap, put it in the bottle, straighten it, and before the covered bottle has time to drive away, as already - wzz, click! - a new flap takes off from the depths of the storage, ready to lie in another of the bottles, which follow the endless string along the conveyor.

Immediately behind the steamers are the chargers. The tape is creeping; one after another, eggs are moved from test tubes into bottles: a quick cut of the litter, the morula was put in place, a saline solution was poured ... and the bottle had already passed, and it was the turn of the laborers to act. Heredity, date of fertilization, Bokanovsky's group - all this information is transferred from a test tube to a bottle. Now no longer nameless, but certified, the bottles continue their slow route and through a window in the wall slowly and steadily enter the Hall of Social Destiny.

- Eighty-eight cubic meters - the volume of a filing cabinet! - announced - mumbled the number - Mr. Foster at the entrance to the hall.

“This is all relevant information,” added the Director.

- Every morning it is updated with the latest data.

- And the linking is completed by the middle of the day.

- On the basis of which calculations of the required contingents are made.

on the stage of the Modern Theater - a production based on the world bestseller by the English writer Aldous Huxley.

Yuri Grymov, director of the play "Flowers for Algernon" - with a new creative expression on the theater stage. Now - not only as a director, but as the new artistic director of the Modern Theater.

On the stage - the great Anna Kamenkova, the unpredictable Igor Yatsko and the whole troupe of the theater - 25 artists.

A story about a civilization unfolds before the viewer, where the feeling of love is being killed in people, where there are no maternal and paternal feelings, and children are born from test tubes, where passions, experiences, and strong emotional upheavals are canceled. And sex is when “everyone belongs to everyone”. Art, science and deep feelings were sacrificed here for the sake of stability. But the Savage does not agree to live by these rules. He wants freedom - freedom to love, freedom to experience heartache, freedom to sin, and freedom to repent! But he is a living person - for the Chief Governor, just an experiment. The choice is simple: survive, but become lifeless during life. Or die, but ... die alive!

In this story about a genetically programmed "consumer society", the modern viewer easily recognizes himself, Yuri Grymov believes.

“Huxley is a great visionary. After all, today we are no longer just readers of his prophetic work, but its participants "- says the director.

Unique scenery was made especially for the premiere performance, modern lighting equipment was installed.

"Modern"; became the first Russian theater to receive the rights to stage the world bestseller by Aldous Huxley.

The dystopian novel of the English writer was not chosen for the premiere performance of the renovated Modern Theater by chance.

Brave New World fits perfectly into the concept that we want to implement in the theater - when two-thirds of the repertoire will consist of works by contemporary authors, and the remaining third will be classical works. Huxley's novel surprisingly falls into both of these categories at the same time: a recognized example of the world classics, it is extremely relevant for today, because the prophecies of the British writer are beginning to come true before our eyes. "

Artistic director of the Modern Theater, production director Yuri Grymov

Characters and performers:

Linda - Honored Artist of the RSFSR Anna Kamenkova
Le Monde - Honored Artist of Russia Igor Yatsko
Bernard - Victor Potapeshkin
Lenina - Victoria Lukina
Foster: Alexander Kolesnikov
Director - Yuri Sokolov
John - Alexander Tolmachev
Helmholtz: Alexey Bagdasarov
Fanny - Karina Zhukova
Predeterminer Assistant- Maxim Brand
Dr. Shaw - Alexander Zhukov
Headmistress of the crematorium- Marina Dianova
Archipesnoslov - Honored Artist of Russia Vladimir Levashev
Nurse - Valeria Koroleva
Soma Distributor - Alexander Serikov
Reporter - Alexey Baranov
Also involved in the performance: Alexandra Bogdanova, Ekaterina Brand, Ekaterina Vasilyeva, Ekaterina Gretsova, Valeria Dmitrieva, Roman Zubrilin, Evgeny Kazak, Konstantin Konushkin, Nadezhda Menshova, Maria Orlova, Svetlana Ruban

The performance has one intermission.

1st row from 7th to 18th place

3rd row from 12th to 19th place

4th row from 18th to 21st place