Ah, if only it was possible to move back to the past, change everything, do not commit one fatal mistake that once turned all life ...

Youth, love, hopes for glory - all that was the essence of the life of a young lieutenant, suddenly turned out to be unimportant. The only thing that matters is whether to give it recognition.

"Promise me love" "The moon was full of garden," "Burn, burn, my star" - romances that sound in the play, are consonant with the personal tragedy of the hero: yesterday he still believed, hoped, today he yearns and is afraid, and in old age ... Look at the past and write a young letter for himself, begging not to make mistakes ...