Ruthless observation, caustic wit, boundless love, transcendent tenderness – this is the prose by Sergei Dovlatov. We discovered and fell in love with him in the nineties – the new Chekhov, a little romantic, a little satiric and a great humanist. Today, Dovlatov's texts enjoy great success among very young people, those who were born way after the era described by him came to an end.
Yet they fall in love with his books just like we once did, and they see something in them that we are not able to see, and they are eager to talk about what they saw, what they understood and came to love.
The play by Masterskaya Theatre is a story about the writer and his characters; about the interweaving of fate and text; about the artist's overpowering need to put words together; about life which constantly throws stories at him. About the formation of a writer, and his responsibility to those about whom he writes, and even more so – to those for whom he writes. About those who surround him; about those who understand him, and about those by whom he will never be understood. About how an artist transforms life into art, and about how art becomes life. About «little people» who inhabit a vast world, who know how to suffer and go crazy just like Shakespeare's kings knew how, and about that attentive empathetic observer who undertakes to describe them and save them in history.