Here, everything is a game—theatrical, amorous, sometimes a little naive, sometimes complex and confusing. Sometimes it is intense, even dangerous—it is better to watch such a game from the sidelines, without interfering. Sometimes it is childishly simple—you become involved in such a game, willingly or unwillingly. But all of it in this performance is incredibly vital, incredibly exciting. In the chaos of the game, in the night gloom, the line between sleep and reality is erased. By touch, you find—and expand—the boundaries of the world, vast, incomprehensible. Where the «moss bed» beckons with its freshness, like cool sheets. Where lovers entangle each other, intertwine into a living ball, breathing jealousy, youth, fear and—love. The very air here is saturated with it, like music, like a magical juice, and it is with it and only with it that «both the sea and Homer» move…
