Love. Theater. Power.

Poor, unhappy Moliere. The artist with power is always a difficult relationship. Today you'll feel on your laurels, tomorrow you rot in a dungeon. All life depends on the mood of His Majesty. Can I negotiate with the king?

The king is a crafty, kind and cheerful lord. Dushka at first sight. But he and those who gently stele. But I'll have to sleep very hard. A golden shiny cage very quickly turns into an iron trap.

How can a great playwright preserve his theater? How to save your own life?

But he does not notice any signs of fate., Does not listen to friendly warnings. And trust those who should not be trusted at all. The blows of fate fall one after another: betrayal of a loved one, betrayal of a friend.

Who is the main culprit of the genius's death? The ruler-tyrant? Church? Theatrical company? Maybe he himself?

Few flattered? Crawled a little? Not enough proved that he is a worthless worm?

What was the reason for this? What? One big question mark.

The reason for this was whether the King's displeasure or black Kabala? Just fate turned away from her darling.

The reason for this was fate. So write it down.