Summer Wasps Sting Us Even in November

A very good and warm play about the essence of everything beautiful and unbearable in our lives: about eternal friendship, betrayal, and deep loneliness. Each of us has their own summer wasps that inevitably remind us of themselves in the month of November of life, when we are already expecting winter. Whatever we do until then, it is inevitably a cause for some consequences, and they are sometimes imperceptible, but sometimes turn our entire lives upside down. But all this ends well if we have learned to see the unconditionally important things in our lives.