and i saw that uncle volodya, who comes to our house, is playing bab yaga. this is a friend of our family. and suddenly he's standing in a suit ba-run and took off the whole headdress. and i started laughing wildly the second act of the second tale of two maples. i only looked at how where where they leave, who comes from where and everything is a fairy tale. i have completely disappeared. i watched it happen. i stopped being a spectator. that is, i have already begun to watch any performance from a position. how to do it? as a child, i had a layout. first, it was under the sofa, when i was still climbing there. there, i hung all sorts of curtains with scenery. i cut it as a kid. then my dad's friend gave me a breadboard model. it was a miracle, a floor was made of foam plastic, into which decorations could be stuck with pins; in this floor there was a swivel circle, which moved from the railroad relay. i cut out a curtain from my mother's wedding dress. and i had grates. and it could twist sticks. the backs went up. i tortured all the guests who came to our