Divinely witty, with delicate intonations and constant refinement about dramatists, the theater and the uneasy "bohemian" life.
Why not easy? So constantly you have to pretend to be something, seem more complicated than you are, languidly sigh and do a thoughtful look! Especially if you're a famous writer! After all, it's so easy to hide hypocrisy! What, you did not know? Ah, my friend, they have fallen behind life, they are godlessly behind!
However, look there. This is the inhabitants of the famous theater! What kind? Yes, where on the emblem is half the horse on the column. Here, you know, in general, people live "amazing". True, there is not much light in them, they went out slightly. But the music is good - two secretaries - serve, it's true, something incomprehensible, but well at least they do not pull at the strings of those who turned from living actors into some parody of wax puppets. Thread twitch - they will start to do something, and so ... hang limp, because the creators left, went off somewhere in the panopticon, left behind this semblance of the art museum.
And what should a living, real talent, who brought a playwright to such a "museum"? Maybe grab a doll and take it off the stage? Clear the space for a rush of fresh wind, for rebirth. But will such a feat be possible to a sweet and modest hero? Or will he escape, being frightened of the senselessness of his own struggle with the "frozen" art?
