Yesterday and the day before, I splurged, and went to the theatre two nights in a row. I saw Shakespeare's Twelfth Night and Chirita of Bîrzoieni, adapted as a musical by Iarina Demian from Vasile Alecsandri's classic comedy written in 1852. A good pretext was that on Sunday next the theatrical season would be at an end, and I had wanted to see
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