Oh, how many cats there are in the world, you and I will never count them, The heart dreams of sweet peas, and the blue star rings... This is Yesenin... No, I don’t want to say that this somehow concerns me personally spiritually or biographically , what is happening in this long-standing play of mine, few pages and not squeezed into any usual format. It’s just that once upon a time, I saw this black cat and this restless young man renting this particular shack on Lesnaya Street... And for some reason it seems to me that in matters of love and affection of our hearts, little has changed over all the past years...< /p>