The eternal conflict between town and country.

Moscow thing, a long-legged blonde and her husband for the first time decided to spend a vacation not in the Canary Islands, but in a small provincial town.

Only three hundred kilometers from Moscow, and life in Kryshkin is completely different.

It seems to Moskvichka that she was not even in the twentieth, but in the nineteenth century.

Why are all residents, even men, engaged in harvesting vegetables and cooking jam?

Even a mentally abnormal peasant is considered an enviable fiancé. He also receives a disability pension! More marrying the local girls go for someone. All the peasants drank or went to work.

That's where the glamorous blonde of her husband brought to rest, who suffers from a persecution mania!

Yes, and say the locals are not in the capital. All the old proverbs and proverbs are remembered. Or are they joking about visitors?

Will Moscow's Muscovites understand the concerns and problems of local residents? After all, they live in one country, but it seems that in different worlds.

What is more important in this ironic play? Absurd or farce? But the main thing is that the performance is made with great love for the common man.

"I consider myself to be urban now. Here is my work, here are my friends. But all the same night I dream of a village, my native land does not want to let me go. "