When the curtain falls, usually there, behind the scenes, begins all the fun! But is it possible for a spectator from the audience to look into a small gap between heavy velvet and see a miracle?

Now there is, and you do not need to spy for sure, you just have to look. After all, it all begins only after the curtain has lowered.

After all, this time Chekhov and Irish Chekhov "go" on stage, although if it is easier, two stories of love are told.

So the main heroine cultivates her own loneliness, doing artistic modeling and creating a sculpture of her deceased spouse. She even with his "head" conversations leads the secular and is going to keep him faithful. That's just in her life bursts into a wicked, furious and slightly tired hurricane in the face of a landowner's neighbor! He knocks his feet, demands something ... And he himself is screwed into her life, destroying the established image of existence ...

But Moscow of the 20s, the wiped up shots of black and white filmstrips, the noise of trains somewhere, and around the station-side cafe - a kind of temporary shelter for someone else's loneliness. And a casual meeting at the table is just an excuse to make an impression, pretend that you are a little better than there is in reality. And they met here after long years of separation and, it seems, like, but part for some reason.

But whether to make a step to meet his still not completely clear future, or not to decide on it - everyone decides for himself, does not it?