"…Do I look happy?" ventures Nikolay Nikotine, and his sunken features, usually tremulous, are entirely still for a moment, frozen in painful hope and dread. Naturally, the audience responds with utter silence, mainly because this downtrodden man is made up of only a foam head and a shawl, his hands and legs are borrowed from [...]
SOURCE: A Younger Theatre at 01:41PM on August 23, 2012