"Why is our brother the actor writing memoirs?" - asks Mikhail Kozakov and answers himself and others as he understands and feels: “If something experienced is not played, not staged, not covered at least on the pages of a diary, it is as if it did not exist at all. And since the actor Since the profession is dependent, depending on the play, script, money for a film or performance, then some of us have no choice but to write: who, what and how can finish what was not played, stage what was not written, sing, hoarse, yell, whisper, think through, get over it. , free from pain." Kozakov wrote a book of memories, a book of reflection, a book of confession. The author is sometimes very harsh in his judgments, sometimes poisonously sarcastic, sometimes painfully defenseless, sometimes very controversial. But always unconditionally sincere.