Bilyana Petrinska

I adore chocolate, the home-made cake with vanilla cream, the sweet love, the smell of the spring grass, "the bitterness" of a coriander before a summer storm, the tenderness of lily-of-the -valley, the fragrance of the hay, the smell of the snow…And the sorrow of the Autumn. I like the Christmas greeting cards, the naive belief in Father Frost and Snow-white…

And because of that I am subscribed to the dentist chair, fat books, the romance with a happy end of Andersen and Grimm Brothers. I was born in winter and like worm pastel colors, the painting of Monet and the poetry of Constantan Pavlov… I am addicted to the ink soaked pages of a new book. Therefore i am looking for the beauty and nobleness of a man, which are staying locked between the pages instead of among the people….I have mistaken the century, but I use Internet.

And I am always crying for "The little Prince" and laugh at my self…

I don’t play in Life.I am stampede of pose and pathos. By the last touch of make-up I am getting into “the other” person.

I learned to change my clothes fast, to grow weak and get overweigh rapidly, to change my appearance often, even the colors of my eyes.In behalf of my profession I develop my emotionality.And I’ll be subordinate to it all my life. She will play games with me, but I’ll make efforts to use it to be a better actress on the stage.

It is normal for me and I used to be on casting, submitted to an examination, to learn the brand new text for minutes, to talk to myself when I am alone…

I have been used with rejection, having a smile on my face when i wanted to cry, I’ve used to many retakes on the cine film, which aren’t in real life, and I also been used with all these questions – if the World is a Stage, or the Stage is an entire World for me…