steals the moon, over the snowy landscapes of little russia, rich genre colors spill over, images of goggolall the bright colors you can imagine, because this is the color of the village , i need people, not dolls, that’s what tchaikovsky said about his dream opera. and the interlinear translation is not needed, gogol tells you what they are singing about, the demon whispered to the solokhs, which is usually whispered to the entire female race, in gogal, chikovsky adored what each of us had, the poetry of the depiction of folk life, the soft, gentle humor in the depiction of ordinary people, the lyrical revelry, as belinsky wrote, the genre flavor and... the stage, and since these are our roots, it’s as if we we must not forget, this is our music, this is our land, this is our traditions, everyone wants to cleanse themselves, plunge into childhood, believe in a miracle, cast a spell , how to cast a spell on us, this is the most important thing, let’s cast a spell straight into the hall, the theater can afford it, the acoustics are unique, this hall recently opened a courtyard, covered the o