We, that is, the Innocent Theater of Absurd Vorobushek, took into account the comparison of our humor with something cosmic and wrote a special play. Space about space.
Just imagine: a projected starry sky, under which Vorobushek shows you a performance-almanac in the style of an existential comedy-punk.
You are sitting in total darkness. Above you are stars, planets and black holes, and the cosmos itself communicates with you with a bass, reminding that it is unlimited and infinite, and then beats in contrast to the petty event that will be on the stage. But it is closer to you, it touches you and worries you, makes you laugh and laughs, and it surprises you with blueberries. All in the best traditions of the theater, but so vital and close to you, like never before.
This is an unusual performance Vorobushka. After all, each of the theater's participants wrote, staged, directed his full-fledged mini-performance with the rest of the theater actors. Everything is permeated with the general motive and mood of unbearable lightness of being under the cover of star dust, under the cover of dust by layers.