Her life was long. With glimpses of happiness. Over the years, despondency, decades of longing, loneliness. She was uncomfortable in her own body, in the fate released by God. She did not fight - she lived. The tragedy of mismatch, experienced every second, created a phenomenon called Ranevskaya. She said: "I had the intelligence to live my life stupidly." The great, courageous stupidity is not to go to rapprochement with an alien world. The children shouted after her: "Mulya, don't make me nervous!" She drove them away, scolded...