We are accustomed to the fact that Pushkin's "Little Tragedies" are dressed in strict signs of the epoch: a cold castle in which the stately knight stalls, beautiful dresses in which Donna Anna captivates the heart of don Guan.

And the more remarkable it is to plunge into the unusual design of a new play, staged without any temporary signs - only the sand that rolls underfoot is poured from place to place. Sand and human bones are huge. Like the symbols of oblivion and the finiteness of all that exists.

But, perhaps, it is in this space and you can feel the whole taste of life? This unique taste of freedom, passion, love ...

Although ... here, passion sometimes replaces each of the characters with the most important feelings. It makes you treat wealth as a precious child, it replaces the trembling love that this wonderful woman was undoubtedly worthy, it comes to replace friendship, painting it in the black colors of envy, it leads people to frenzy, forcing to forget about compassion And repentance.

And above all this, like an "angel", and maybe a demon tempter, a red-haired, slightly curly-haired author hails and executes each of the heroes at his discretion. To someone he is merciful, but to someone ...