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Z͡Hyv-buv Vilʹi͡am Shekspir. I i͡akosʹ litnʹoï nochi nasnyvsi͡a ĭomu dyvnyĭ son. Pan Shekspir, i͡ak vidomo, buv dramaturhom, toz͡h i t͡seĭ son peretvoryv na fei͡erychnu komedii͡u, prysmachyvshy antychnu mifolohii͡u anhliĭsʹkym folʹklorom. Viddav dvi pary zakokhanykh na potalu elʹfam z bohamy, i t͡si͡a mishana mifichna bratii͡a vzi͡alasi͡a keruvaty ïkhnimy doli͡amy. Prote odna rich dyvytysi͡a vystavu, a zovsim insha - chytaty nadrukovanu p"i͡esu. Ne vsi spryĭmai͡utʹ. Same dli͡a nykh i starai͡utʹsi͡a pysʹmennyky, perekazui͡uchy klasychni dramaturhichni tvory. U perekazi Dzvinky Fedort͡siv shekspirivsʹki heroï vid nadmiru emot͡siĭ nepomitno dli͡a sebe lehko perekhodi͡atʹ z prozy na virshi. Zvisno, t͡si͡a neĭmovirna istorii͡a, i͡ak i vsi komediï, mai͡e shchaslyvyĭ kinet͡sʹ.

Once Upon a time there was William Shakespeare. And one summer night, he had a strange dream. Mr. Shakespeare, as you know, was a playwright, so he turned this dream into an enchanting comedy, flavoring ancient mythology with English folklore. He gave two pairs of lovers to be devoured by elves and gods, and this mixed mythical Brotherhood took over their destinies. However, it is one thing to watch a play, and quite another to read a printed play. Not everyone accepts it. It is for them that writers try to retell classic dramatic works. In the retelling of the Call of the Feodorites, Shakespearean characters easily switch from prose to poetry from an excess of emotions unnoticed by themselves. Of course, this incredible story, like all comedies, has a happy ending.