About the book: year / The text of Valery Pecheykin's play "My Moscow" does not leave anyone indifferent: neither Muscovites, nor Siberians, nor defenders of the “new drama”, nor its irreconcilables opponents. The hysterical text about “fucking Russia” and “Ghanaian people” is, of course, underground art, which not everyone perceives. But, on the other hand, in “My Moscow” there are pain points of our time, there are unseasoned pieces of raw human life, which, whatever one may say, concerns both those who love documentary theater and those who appreciate the subtle Chekhov. In the end, this play, written as if in haste, is really about modern Moscow. Anna Merzlyakova