Elena Korneeva parses women's humor against the background of a harsh male company - and does it quietly, without too much noise, as if trying not to wake up the inhabitants of the communal kitchen. Everyday absurdity meets irony, and the romance of family life smells like a court hearing.
The concert keeps on the feeling of slight fatigue and accurate observations: this is a world where Omsk becomes St. Petersburg, only with a knife in hand and without any special illusions. There is no place for pathos here - only funny, recognizable and a little sad everyday madness.
