In the circus-shapito

The artist Pavel Zhorov arrived in this big southern city in a very bad mood.
After all, for so long, he had managed to avoid traveling circuses by hook or by crook, and now for the first time he was unlucky.

A week ago, when he received a referral to the circus, he immediately rushed to fight it off.But one of the employees of soyuzgostsirk, even Gorovo first seemed very nice and sympathetic, took out a folder of old gorovsky report and quietly told him: “Here you write that you can’t work in a tent, supposedly there from the axle of your suspension before the mast a distance less than five meters. Continue reading →