The amazing property of real literature is its eternal freshness and eternal relevance. What could be interesting to us—people living in a post-industrial, supersonic age—in the quiet, bourgeois everyday life of pre-asphalt, low-rise Moscow? And what do we care about this oddball Balsaminov, with his “quirk” about marrying a rich bride and his unshakable confidence in his own high merits, which must be rewarded with precisely that bride? Ah, no! We find it
funny, and the heart refuses to let us go, and from the plot you can’t tear yourself away…
The play attracts us not only as a vivid picture of old merchant Moscow, but also as a brilliant example of Ostrovsky’s bright, sparkling—so to speak “signature”—comedy.