The opera "Payatsy" was given at the Musical Theatre, each time as the first

Please don't do as I do - don't commit yourself to work.

Otherwise, even an ordinary trip to the theater will be something supernatural for you, and you simply cannot withstand the heat of emotions.

Especially when such passions are boiling on the stage of the Musical Theater..

The heart, or rather, what is left of it is shattered, the soul tears to pieces, inside everything is upside down.

I was the one who went to Payatsy.

Oh, come on, fuck your theaters. It's like I miss my own dramas.

But that must be the magic of art. When someone else’s torment responds to you as if you are being “cut” on stage.

And somehow you suddenly turn from the viewer into an accomplice to the tragedy.

In the production of Anna Osipenko, this effect is brought to the limit! The screens show behind-the-scenes footage, close-ups, almost confessional reactions of the actors, and you see how the mask of Colombina does not hide, but on the contrary, emphasizes the vulnerability of Nedda.

I've got a Columbine in me right now, just come and see. Balancing on a tightrope, one wrong step and fenita la commedia.

But something tells me that we all have Nedda in us.

Especially when we are lost between the game and the truth, between the desire to be happy and the fear of ruining everything.

But I was distracted.

And the opera is bombastic! An explosion of passion, jealousy, something beastly and primitive.

Wild energy! Lightness of form, severity of content. And that contrast just finishes.

So we went to the theater on our head. We should have time to cool down before Monday morning.

It's got its passions. No less wild.

What's our life? Game!