Right next to them – swinging to the rhythm of the movements, awkwardly large “wings” of the ear-flap hats, mirroring the excessively long shoes.

Worn-out green coats, red noses, plum-shaped and droopy, bewildered faces, looking all alike in their perpetual daze. Gigantic flies, knocking down whatever happened to be in their way; heaps paper snow and an all-consuming snowstorm that no one will escape. In the center of it all – a melancholic and yet funny, a touching and tender little man in a yellow jumpsuit – like a tiny dot of warmth lost in the abyss of the universe – Slava Polunin, one of today’s most known clowns…

And yet once more – there are violins and bows, scores and codas… A step away are some more red noses, oversized telephones and three-meter-large air balloons bouncing around the audience. All of this comes together to be in one show, on the same stage. Classical music and clownery meet here like a white and a red clown meet in a traditional clown act: white clown stands for the beautiful and magnificent, red clown embodies funny and clumsy. But, unlike the traditional exchanges between white clown and red clown, in this show they share a common space – a space of poetry and sincerity.