"Things got kind of wild at several points, with male dancers rocking out in bathing suits held up by suspenders, and singers exhorting people to sing along. But the audience never stood up and boogied, preferring to remain seated and watch with the devout attention that Russians give to any cultural enterprise. Meanwhile, the screens showed running cats silhouetted against the red, yellow, and green circles of traffic lights, vast numbers of candle flames, a biplane crashing in a desert, a locomotive rushing directly at the audience, and a sad clown catching a beautiful falling tightrope walker. For an interlude, Krutoi performed a few songs solo while smokelike vapors emerged from below the piano, wrapping him in mystery."

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