I don’t know what to say about my plays, and especially about the place they occupy in my creative life. And this is hardly necessary. Only one thing can be said: there are favorite plays - written in a “single” breath; there are labor ones when the “single” breath is interrupted and just hard work begins; and there are plays that are tortured, when from the very beginning you have to rely on your professionalism. And oddly enough, the latter are often more significant...Dmitry Lipskerov

The play “River on the Asphalt” belongs precisely to the second category - to the fusion of youthful inspiration and the first attempt to work professionally... Five plays have been written since then. The feeling of working on this play is almost forgotten, and I don’t really want to return to it. They say it's a bad omen to return...