When the director is a witness of different decades, this, one way or another, is reflected in his work, in his view of the production of things.

Look, sharp, ironic, very attractive and interesting, the way he treats what is happening outside the window and what he sees similar to the long-gone epochs.

So, the year 1820 .... Moscow.

Or behind these classic clothes, is not that "old Moscow merchant" hiding at all?

But what is hidden behind the embroidered dresses, with chic pods that the viewer sees, yes, maybe the author saw himself, for the shine of the aglet bows and polished boots?

Maybe behind the fans there are hidden hypocritical faint-hearted smiles of the middle man's average hand, and the one who could flash with the mind - becomes a victim for secular persecution?

Here comes the grief, the very present. You can not be "smart", oh, you can not, they'll laugh, or else they'll ask you out of the house.

Although, it may, of course, be smart and necessary, but still be silent while learning.

And then not only will the houses be forced to leave at the height of the ball, so also the lover will choose someone else. No, it will not be better, it's smarter - it's definitely not, but it's trickier - with the ability to ask in time, it's yes.

And so he wants to exclaim - "Woe from ...", although there is no wait, as there was at the very beginning? "Woe to the Wit"!