Instead of an eternal Mirgorod puddle, which is impossible to circumvent, Kolyada dumped his native land onto the stage, Russian soil: we grow on it for centuries, treading it for centuries ... To get to the small stage, the heroes must go over the whole trough of dirt. No one would ever think of removing this dirt, because it’s impossible to remove Russian dirt. It's easier to carry buckets and rags with you and to clean the floor without end! (“What kind of a nasty city is this: just put up a monument somewhere or just a fence, the devil knows them and put all sorts of rubbish!”). Asian: all in dressing gowns, skullcaps, with vodka in a samovar, Marya Antonovna in white guipure watering the beds with a sieve ... There really is "no country you can reach", here, without a doubt, in the city presence there must be geese with goslings, they simply cannot fail to be, here the drunken chorus of officials led by Gorodnich should definitely sing "The Amur Waves", and the crowd in quilted jackets, having fun on the street, is the chorus from "La Traviata". One word - Eurasia!