How is Masha Mironova’s character revealed during her meeting with the Empress?
The next day early in the morning Marya Ivanovna I woke up, got dressed and quietly went into the garden. The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. All of a sudden white dog the English breed barked and ran towards her. Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment there was a pleasant female voice: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, for her part, casting several indirect glances, managed to examine her from head to toe. She was wearing white morning dress, in a night cap and a shower jacket. She seemed to be about forty years old. Her face, plump and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and Blue eyes and the light smile had an inexplicable charm. The lady was the first to break the silence: “You’re probably not from here?” “- she said. “Exactly so, sir: I just arrived from the provinces yesterday.” “Did you come with your family?” “No, sir.” I came alone. – Alone! But you are still so young. “I have neither father nor mother.” “Are you here, of course, on some business?” “Exactly so, sir.” I came to submit a request to the Empress. “You are an orphan: perhaps you are complaining about injustice and insult?” “No, sir.” I came to ask for mercy, not justice. - Let me ask, who are you? - I am the daughter of Captain Mironov. - Captain Mironov! the same one who was the commandant in one of the Orenburg fortresses? - Exactly so, sir. The lady seemed to be touched. “Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs; but I am at court; Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I will be able to help you.” Marya Ivanovna stood up and thanked her respectfully. Everything about the unknown lady involuntarily attracted the heart and inspired confidence. Marya Ivanovna took a folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to her unfamiliar patron, who began to read it to herself. At first she read it with an attentive and supportive look; but suddenly her face changed - and Marya Ivanovna, who followed all her movements with her eyes, was frightened by the stern expression of this face, so pleasant and calm for a minute. - Are you asking for Grinev? - said the lady with a cold look. “The Empress cannot forgive him.” He accosted the impostor not out of ignorance and gullibility, but as an immoral and harmful scoundrel. “Oh, that’s not true!” - Marya Ivanovna cried out. “How untrue!” - the lady objected, flushing all over. - It’s not true, by God it’s not true! I know everything, I will tell you everything. For me alone, he was exposed to everything that befell him. And if he did not justify himself before the court, it was only because he did not want to confuse me. Here she eagerly told everything that my reader already knew. The lady listened to her with attention. "Where are you staying?" - she asked later; and hearing what Anna Vlasyevna had, said with a smile: “Ah! I know. Goodbye, don't tell anyone about our meeting. I hope that you will not wait long for an answer to your letter.” With these words, she stood up and entered the covered alley, and Marya Ivanovna returned to Anna Vlasyevna, filled with joyful hope. (A.S. Pushkin, “ Captain's daughter»)
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During the meeting with the Empress, the daughter of Captain Mironov no longer appears as the modest and shy girl that readers are accustomed to seeing on the pages of the novel. She is ready to fight for the fate of her lover, to do everything to save him from shame and exile.
Where does the musical begin? That's right, from the composer. Meet: Maxim Isaakovich Dunaevsky, author of the music for the musical "The Captain's Daughter", whose premiere took place this week at the Nikitsky Gate Theater.
I have a very good attitude towards this composer. In my opinion, he is one of the few who still knows how to write light popular music in our country. We remember and love the films "D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers", "Ah, Vaudeville, Vaudeville", "The Green Van", "Mary Poppins, Goodbye", "Sold Laughter". I also really like the musical " Scarlet Sails"Therefore, it is not surprising that I could not refuse the invitation to “The Captain’s Daughter.”
Pugachev (Honored Artist of Russia A.V. Masalov). 
Is it possible to stage Pushkin's prose as a musical? Moreover, a book that talks about the peasant war that swept across Russia, sweeping away everything in its path. Death, hunger, blood, siege of a fortress, meanness and betrayal. How to convey all this through music? Is it possible to? It turned out it was possible. Here Pyotr Grinev is traveling to his destination with his servant Savelich. He still doesn’t know what awaits him very soon, and a calm, warm tavern seems like a safe haven when a blizzard is raging around him. But then the dancing begins and the audience understands: not everything is calm in this world.
A little more time will pass and red will become the predominant color on the stage. Russia will be drenched in the blood of the guilty and the innocent. The creators of the musical show how terrible the Pugachev era was very clearly. For half the performance I thought that it was unlikely that it could have taken place in this form 30 years ago. Pugachev is formidable and strong, but the sympathy of the audience is on the side of Grinev, Masha, Captain Mironov and Vasilisa Egorovna.
Petr Grinev (I. Skripka). 
Maria Mironova (N. Kaliberda). 
Historian (M. Ozornin). 
Now I want to name those without whom the performance would not have taken place, and who, with their skill, created the reality in which the audience lived for three hours.
Choreographer - Anton Nikolaev.
Scenography - Stanislav Morozov.
Costume designers - Maria Danilova, Denis Shevchenko.
Lighting designer - Irina Vtornikova.
Pugachev's head. 
Minuses.
The image of Catherine. 
No, I understand what the director wanted to say. Gray-white-black clothes of the people and the army, red - of the Pugachevites and dazzling gold - of the courtiers. But Pushkin has a completely different image.
“At that very moment a pleasant female voice was heard: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, with on her side, casting several indirect glances, she managed to examine her from head to toe. She was in a white morning dress, in a night cap and a shower jacket. Her face, full and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and her blue eyes. the light smile had an inexplicable charm."
Well, the whole number “We are palace toys”, in my opinion, is out of place. Firstly, Catherine was not a fool and she did not have “palace toys” as such. Usually she knew how to put her favorites to work. Secondly, this number is frankly secondary in relation to the film “The King Is Dancing”.
A few photos from the bows.
Thanks for the invitation
She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket. We sew a cap for a dollWe sew a cap for a doll
A cap is a lightweight women's headdress, usually in the form of a hood. It was worn in the 18th and 19th centuries. The cap had different styles and areas of application.
“She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket.” This is what Pushkin wrote in his “Captain's Daughter”.
“They didn’t kick her out of the house, but they demoted her from housekeeper to seamstress and ordered her to wear a scarf on her head instead of a cap.” Turgenev, Nobles' Nest.
In general, a cap is a headdress that our great-great-great-grandmothers wore as a household headdress. When I decided to sew the “I am always waiting for you” doll, I wanted to create the image of a woman who is always waiting for her loved ones - at any time of the day, even at night. That’s how the idea of sewing a night cap came to me. Perhaps my experience will be useful to someone.
On the Internet I found several patterns and photos of finished caps from the century before last. I turned on my wits and used my sewing skills - I present the result below.
I sewed the cap for a doll 45 cm tall, the circumference of the head (with hairstyle!) is about 27 cm.
You will need:
Batiste - a piece approximately 30 x 30 cm;
- thin dublerin - 30 x 8 cm;
- wide lace - 6-8 cm wide, 10 cm long;
- thin lace - consumption depending on your desire and taste for decoration;
- thin threads, preferably silk for machine embroidery, but you can also just use cotton.
For my cap, this pattern is suitable. The pattern is given without seam allowances.
One-piece upper and back parts. We will place folds on the back of the cap to give volume and shape to the cap.
The proportions of the cap in the pattern have already been met. We need only one measurement - the distance on the doll's head from the place at the base of the neck with right side to the base of the neck on the left side through the top. It’s as if you were putting a headband on your head, not pulling it back too far, but placing it strictly vertically. This distance should correspond to the length of the top of the cap (on the pattern this is the longest part). On the pattern there is a segment AA.
So, the pattern is ready, you can start cutting. We cut out one part of the cap and a part of the upper part of the cap, we will call it a visor. We seal the visor with doublerin. And we put it off for now.
We need to elegantly decorate the visor, one-piece with the back of the cap. It is better to do this now, since all the lines laid during the process of sewing on the lace will be hidden between the parts of the cap.
I decorate the center of the visor with wide lace, laying it out and making folds.
For now we are just trying it on.
You can lay the entire surface of the cap with lace, you can lay 2-3 rows - at your discretion. I have two rows, one of which will smoothly go into the ties of the cap.
So, once we have decided on the placement of the lace, we attach it.
Important: cambric is a very thin fabric, so the thread tension should be low. I usually use thread tension "5". For the cambric I switched it to "3". This way the fabric does not tighten when sewing.
That's how it happened. I did not attach the long part of the wide lace, but used a few stitches to attach it to the fabric in the area of the fold itself.
Another decoration. I wanted the lace to decorate the front edge of the cap and further along the entire perimeter of the cap. To do this, I take milky lace and sew it to the front of the visor so that it is located in the inside of the visor, without protruding beyond its edges.
Now it’s a common thing to put the parts together face to face.
We make sure that the free ends of the cap ties are between the parts of the visor, we put them inside so as not to accidentally stitch them together.
Baste, sew the visor along the long side and two short ones close to the edge, at a distance
about 4-5 mm from the edge. Now we turn the visor onto the face and gently iron it.
Lace beautifully frames the cap around the perimeter, the ties are on the outside
We proceed to the next part of the process - the formation of the occipital part of the cap.
To do this, we lay three folds (6-7 mm deep) on each side, starting from the visor.
The sizes and number of folds are also up to your taste. I have three folds on each side. As you can see in the photo, the back of the head is longer than the one that frames the face. It will sit nicely on your neck later. You can even do the assembly.
And then we connect face to face on each side separately, the remaining open (not stitched) parts of the visor with the edge of the cap, where the folds are laid. Baste, attach, straighten, smooth. Beauty! I really love this moment
We tuck the remaining free edges of the back of the cap, baste milky lace around the entire perimeter, the same as in the gap between the parts of the visor, and attach it.
In order for the cap to fit perfectly, we place a fold on the lower back of the cap, closer to the neck, and sew it across.
I think your doll will be pleased
Mine looks like this:
You can sew such a cap for a baby, for your beloved grandmother with a sense of humor and taste, and even for yourself. You only need one size - an AA piece - to increase the pattern to the required size. So simple and convenient.
Batiste 100%, thin lace, cotton lace, silk threads
The next day, early in the morning, Marya Ivanovna woke up, got dressed and quietly went into the garden. The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. Suddenly a white dog of the English breed barked and ran towards her.
Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment a pleasant female voice rang out: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument.
- Exactly so, sir: I just arrived from the provinces yesterday.
– Did you come with your family?
- No way, sir. I came alone.
- One! But you are still so young.
– I have neither father nor mother.
- You are here, of course, on some business?
- Exactly so, sir. I came to submit a request to the Empress.
– You are an orphan: probably you complain about injustice and insult?
- No way, sir. I came to ask for mercy, not justice.
- Let me ask, who are you?
– I am the daughter of Captain Mironov.
- Captain Mironov! the same one who was the commandant in one of the Orenburg fortresses?
- Exactly so, sir.
The lady seemed touched. “Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs; but I am at court;
Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I will be able to help you.”
Marya Ivanovna stood up and thanked her respectfully. Everything about the unknown lady involuntarily attracted the heart and inspired confidence. Marya Ivanovna took a folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to her unfamiliar patron, who began to read it to herself.
At first she read with an attentive and supportive look; but suddenly her face changed, and Marya Ivanovna, who followed all her movements with her eyes, was frightened by the stern expression of this face, so pleasant and calm for a minute.
-Are you asking for Grinev? - said the lady with a cold look. “The Empress cannot forgive him.” He stuck to the impostor not out of ignorance and gullibility, but as an immoral and harmful scoundrel.
- Oh, that’s not true! - Marya Ivanovna screamed.
- How untrue! - the lady objected, flushing all over.
- It’s not true, by God it’s not true! I know everything, I will tell you everything. For me alone, he was exposed to everything that befell him. And if he did not justify himself before the court, it was only because he did not want to confuse me. Here she eagerly told everything that my reader already knew.
The lady listened to her with attention. "Where are you staying?" - she asked later; and hearing what Anna Vlasyevna had, said with a smile: “Ah! I know. Goodbye, don't tell anyone about our meeting. I hope that you will not wait long for an answer to your letter."
With this word, she stood up and entered the covered alley, and Marya Ivanovna returned to Anna Vlasyevna, filled with joyful hope.
I’m finally ready for a huge post about the “incognito empress” in “The Captain’s Daughter,” but I realized that for completeness, I need to post it separately and fragments of Marina Tsvetaeva’s essay “Pushkin and Pugachev.” Which is what I do.
A.S. Pushkin "The Captain's Daughter"
The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. Suddenly a white dog of the English breed barked and ran towards her. Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment a pleasant female voice rang out: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, for her part, casting several indirect glances, managed to examine her from head to toe. She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket. She seemed to be about forty years old. Her face, plump and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and her blue eyes and light smile had an inexplicable charm. The lady was the first to break the silence.
-You're not from here, are you? - she said.
- Exactly so, sir: I just arrived from the provinces yesterday.
- Did you come with your family?
- No way, sir. I came alone.
- One! But you are still so young.
- I have neither father nor mother.
- You are here, of course, on some business?
- Exactly so, sir. I came to submit a request to the Empress.
- You are an orphan: probably you complain about injustice and insult?
- No way, sir. I came to ask for mercy, not justice.
- Let me ask, who are you?
- I am the daughter of Captain Mironov.
- Captain Mironov! the same one who was the commandant in one of the Orenburg fortresses?
- Exactly so, sir.
The lady seemed touched. “Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs; but I am at court; Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I will be able to help you.”
Marya Ivanovna stood up and thanked her respectfully. Everything about the unknown lady involuntarily attracted the heart and inspired confidence. Marya Ivanovna took a folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to her unfamiliar patron, who began to read it to herself.
At first she read with an attentive and supportive look; but suddenly her face changed, and Marya Ivanovna, who followed all her movements with her eyes, was frightened by the stern expression of this face, so pleasant and calm for a minute.
-Are you asking for Grinev? - said the lady with a cold look. - The Empress cannot forgive him. He stuck to the impostor not out of ignorance and gullibility, but as an immoral and harmful scoundrel.
- Oh, that's not true! - Marya Ivanovna screamed.
- How untrue! - the lady objected, flushing all over.
- It’s not true, by God it’s not true! I know everything, I will tell you everything. For me alone, he was exposed to everything that befell him. And if he did not justify himself before the court, it was only because he did not want to confuse me. - Here she eagerly told everything that my reader already knows.
The lady listened to her with attention. "Where are you staying?" - she asked later; and hearing what Anna Vlasyevna had, said with a smile: “Ah! I know. Goodbye, don't tell anyone about our meeting. I hope that you will not wait long for an answer to your letter."
With this word, she stood up and entered the covered alley, and Marya Ivanovna returned to Anna Vlasyevna, filled with joyful hope.
The hostess scolded her for an early autumn walk, which, according to her, was harmful to the young girl’s health. She brought a samovar and, over a cup of tea, was just about to begin endless stories about the court, when suddenly the court carriage stopped at the porch, and the chamberlain came in with the announcement that the empress would deign to invite the maiden Mironova.
Anna Vlasyevna was amazed and worried. “Oh my God! - she screamed. - The Empress demands you to come to court. How did she find out about you? But how will you, mother, introduce yourself to the empress? You, I am tea, don’t even know how to step like a courtier... Should I escort you? Still, I can at least warn you about something. And how can you travel in a traveling dress? Should I send to the midwife for her yellow robron?” The chamberlain announced that the empress wanted Marya Ivanovna to travel alone and in what she would be found wearing. There was nothing to do: Marya Ivanovna got into the carriage and went to the palace, accompanied by the advice and blessings of Anna Vlasyevna.
Marya Ivanovna foresaw the decision of our fate; her heart beat strongly and sank. A few minutes later the carriage stopped at the palace. Marya Ivanovna walked up the stairs with trepidation. The doors opened wide in front of her. She passed a long row of empty, magnificent rooms; the chamberlain showed the way. Finally, approaching the locked doors, he announced that he would now report on her, and left her alone.
The thought of seeing the Empress face to face frightened her so much that she could hardly stand on her feet. A minute later the doors opened and she entered the empress’s dressing room.
The Empress was sitting at her toilet. Several courtiers surrounded her and respectfully let Marya Ivanovna through. The Empress addressed her kindly, and Marya Ivanovna recognized her as the lady with whom she had spoken so frankly a few minutes ago. The Empress called her over and said with a smile: “I am glad that I could keep my word to you and fulfill your request. Your business is over. I am convinced of your fiance's innocence. Here is a letter that you yourself will take the trouble to take to your future father-in-law.”
Marya Ivanovna accepted the letter with a trembling hand and, crying, fell at the feet of the Empress, who lifted her and kissed her. The Empress got into conversation with her. “I know that you are not rich,” she said, “but I am indebted to the daughter of Captain Mironov. Don't worry about the future. I take it upon myself to arrange your condition.”
Having treated the poor orphan kindly, the empress released her. Marya Ivanovna left in the same court carriage. Anna Vlasyevna, impatiently awaiting her return, showered her with questions, to which Marya Ivanovna answered somehow. Although Anna Vlasyevna was dissatisfied with her unconsciousness, she attributed it to provincial shyness and generously excused her. That same day, Marya Ivanovna, not interested in looking at St. Petersburg, went back to the village...
Marina Tsvetaeva. "Pushkin and Pugachev".
“But I also owe others to Pushkin - perhaps against his wishes. After The Captain's Daughter, I could never fall in love with Catherine II. I’ll say more: I didn’t like her.
The contrast between Pugachev’s blackness and her whiteness, his liveliness and her importance, his cheerful kindness and her condescending one, his manliness and her ladylikeness could not but turn away from her the child’s heart, one-loving and already committed to the “villain.”
Neither her kindness, nor simplicity, nor completeness - nothing, nothing helped, I (at that second being Masha) was even disgusted to sit next to her on the bench.
Against the fiery background of Pugachev - fires, robberies, blizzards, tents, feasts - this one, in a cap and a shower jacket, on a bench, between all sorts of bridges and leaves, seemed to me like a huge white fish, a whitefish. And even unsalted. (The main feature of Catherine is her amazing insipidity. Not a single big word, not a single word of her own, remained after her, except for a successful inscription on the Falconet monument, that is, a signature. - Only phrases. French letters and mediocre comedies Catherine P is a person - an example of an average person .)
Let's compare Pugachev and Catherine in real life:
“Come out, red maiden, I give you freedom. I am the sovereign." (Pugachev leading Marya Ivanovna out of prison.)
“Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs, but I am at court...”
How much more regal in his gesture is a man who calls himself a sovereign than an empress who presents herself as a hanger-on.
And what other kindness! Pugachev enters the dungeon like the sun. Catherine’s affectionateness even then seemed to me sweetness, sweetness, honeyedness, and this even more affectionate voice was simply flattering: false. I recognized and hated her as a lady patroness.
And as soon as it started in the book, I became sucking and bored, its whiteness, fullness and kindness made me physically sick, like cold cutlets or warm pike perch in white sauce, which I know I will eat, but - how? For me, the book fell into two couples, into two marriages: Pugachev and Grinev, Ekaterina and Marya Ivanovna. And it would be better if they got married like that!
Does Pushkin love Catherine in The Captain's Daughter? Don't know. He is respectful to her. He knew that all this: whiteness, kindness, fullness - things were respectable. So I honored him.
But there is no love - enchantment in the image of Catherine. All of Pushkin’s love went to Pugachev (Grinev loves Masha, not Pushkin) - only official respect remained for Catherine.
Catherine is needed so that everything “ends well.”
But for me, then and now, the whole thing ends with Pugachev’s nod from the scaffold. Then it’s Grinev’s business.” (WITH)
And my post itself follows suit.