Dear, loyal Histriomastix readers: I'm off to Russia for two weeks. White-knuckling the Clarinatrix's coattails, I will be accompanying her and her new-music ensemble, Da Capo Chamber Players, to St Petersburg and Moscow, where they have gigs. Broadway stagehands and producers be damned. I am sorry to miss the chance to review Conor McPherson's The Seafarer and August: Osage County, but I'm hopeful they'll still be around in early December. Fingers crossed. Russia should be bastardly cold and lovely. But it won't be all sightseeing and vodka swilling. I hope to catch master director Lev Dodin's Uncle Vanya in St Pete (above) and my good friend, globetrotting impresario Philip Arnoult says I must see Dmitry Krymov's acclaimed movement/multimedia piece, The Demon. Krymov is apparently the hottest new thing in Russian directing. There will be trips to the majestic Mariinisky Theatre and the Moscow Arts Theatre, natch. And of course, the Hermitage, the Kremlin and less traveled paths. Dos vedanya, my malenky droogs! Viddie other blogs in Your Humble Narrator's absence.