Confusedly, the youngest liken her to a beast of the stage, hesitating all the same between the tragic actress and a singer.
The less deprived would risk it ending up on one leg.
But how many remember that the Théâtre de la Ville in Paris was for a long time the Théâtre Sarah-Bernhardt?
Sarah Bernhardt's theater.
Because she was not only the "Divine",
"brilliant on demand"
, according to Guitry's words, because she was able to cover all registers, to pass from one to another at leisure, from sobs to laughter throat, in an irresistible crescendo, the absolute
"golden voice"
that Victor Hugo found in him.
She again proved to be a formidable businesswoman, doubled as an enlightened programmer, tripled as a backstage unscrambler, sometimes machinist, sometimes decorator.
The leader never gave up.
She tried her hand at painting and imposed her sculptures at the Salon.
Her
seaweed
in bronze bears witness to undeniable gifts, such as the mortuary portrait that she chiselled of her husband...
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