“ First about the name. The Russian War of Pectoralis, in my opinion, is about the simple in the complex, and about the complex in the simple. Me, this name, as they say today: "Catch on." The production was touched by the fact that the authors of the play, without "fermented patriotism", which Nikolai Semyonovich Leskov himself did not like, talk about the "mysterious Russian soul" and the nature of things in general. About why it’s good for us to eat pancakes in piles, and someone to choke on one. Avoiding everydayism in solving the whole performance helps not to run into the wings, after half an hour of viewing, but to see the horizon, inaccessible and immense. Avoiding caricaturism, although lubok and booth are appropriate here, this is a joke that helps, through irony, not only above the German, but also above oneself, to look into that mirror, which has nothing to blame, if that. You already feel it with your skin, and I went to the play in October, that the actors not only rubbed themselves in stylish costumes to each other, but also kept pace and rhythm. Feel like a partner, and live in a role. Still, namely, life and world perception of the performance are added to musical numbers, which the actors perform live. Well, since time went for life, then the scenery in the performance is lively and breathing. Finishing it, I think that the performance still has room to grow and develop. And, of course, I note the grandiose, modern, powerful "Oleg Tabakov Theater".