rustav, with whom we did my first thesis together, and then we wrote the siberian barber, then we wrotefilmed it. it's a long long summer day in 1936 . moscow region, dacha. if i may say so, this is to some extent, well, i ’m not drawing parallels, i just want you to understand me correctly, this is so to speak, well, if we talk about... an image, but in no way, not about an attempt to be equal to anyone way, never, but it’s like chekhov who lived until he was thirty-six, that is, it’s kind of like platonov, who lived until he was thirty-six, but there the most platonov could do was jump into the water and blame others for the fact that his life was not a success, but here the game is tougher and more, so to speak, tragic. what funny, round , tender heels you have, but look at mine, look at how the sole is, oh, just put out a cigarette, damn, it’s so hard, haven’t you walked a lot, and walked, sniffed and ran, where i ran, now after them , now from them, now after them, now from them, and all your life your heels will be so round, round, tender and tender, why? well how why? like why, n