Henrik Ibsen


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Main stage
3h 30' with intermission

Johannes Rosmer
Balázs Bodolai
Rebekka West
Éva Imre
Rita Sigmond / Tímea Jerovszky
Miklós Bács / Gábor Viola
Mrs. Helseth
Gizella Kicsid

directed by
Andriy Zholdak
set design
Andriy Zholdak, Daniel Zholdak
costume design
Daniel Zholdak
assistant for text and dramaturgy
Ioana Mălău
music and sound design
Vladimir Klykov
light design
Andriy Zholdak
director's assistant
Noémi Vajna, Kinga Kovács , Kinga Kovács
text adaptation
Andriy Zholdak
assistant of set designer (production)
Tibor Tenkei
assistant of costumes and props
Ilona Lőrincz
stage manager
Ágota Tatár
Date of the opening: 24 March 2017

Nobody can escape from their own sins. Our actions are lurking from behind the door, are hidden in the ashes of the fire-place, they look back at us from our own reflection in the window. We may talk, or stay quiet, the awareness of our sins hangs on us as a soaked jacket. How could we encounter each other without sensing a constant smell of mold? We attempt to open the windows and air out all that draws us back. We mop the floors, burn the anticipation. We shout in order to chase away benevolent and evil spirits. We run until we are out of breath, out of thought. Then we carry our mate - the person we love - just like a sack, in order to absolve them as well.
Death to all those things that thwarts lovers from meeting. This is Rebecca. She destroys Rosmersholm. All this, just to be able to meet the man of her choice. Without regrets... But there is neither forgetting, nor escape for someone who is running from his or her own conscience. At Rosmersholm, in God’s great house, she and Rosmer are the original couple, who have lost their innocence and who are doomed to forever be persecuted. Without faith and confidence, but in love, they are struggling like two birds who faced death. Constantly on the brink of giving up. Broken-winged birds. Kroll is merely God’s wand, who tries to bring them back under the Heavenly Father’s rule, reminding them that although one can escape, one can never truly hide.

Ioana Mălău