Something from my childhood ...

Here you run, you run, you gasp. And then the child's help: "I'm in the house!" And that's all, no one will besiege.

A Tale of Poor Relatives. Do not have time to start a separate living area, like here: "I can drink water from you, otherwise I want to sleep that night!"

Mouse housewarming celebrated. To her there and then the brother-hedgehog with a frog, a foxy-sister with a wolf, Petka-cockerel. Relatives can not refuse!

But one was superfluous. I do not understand how the bear could have thought that it would fit in the mouse's house ?!

Very kind, very dear to the heart of the fairy tale "Teremok".

Childhood is the most wonderful time for kids, and the most important is for parents.

Teach children to distinguish between good and bad, spending weekends with them in the theater - a pledge of happiness in a tenement called Family.

"Can not you wait for me to have fun and joy? You can get sick like that. "

Cinderella offended stepmother and sisters.

"Because I'm kind, I'm torn from the morning." She works all day, and all of her only reproach.

But she will surely be happy! Her godmother, a fairy, will help her.

"It's very bad not to go to the ball when you deserve it."

In the palace, both the king and the beautiful prince surround her with care and attention. But the girl must escape no later than twelve.

How good that the prince decided to find a fugitive!

Favorite fairy tale comes to life in a colorful and musical performance.

"One day they will ask: what can you, so to speak, present? And no ties will help you to make the foot small, the soul - big, and the heart - fair. "

The wicked sorcerer disliked the gentle, beautiful fairy and bewitched her! From now on, the fairy is a little defenseless girl. She lives in the forest ... Who will help her to regain her former appearance?

Only those who are brave in heart and are able to do good deeds unselfishly, can save the fairy from the spell. Yes, that's just not everyone will pass such a test, because those who help others free of charge and with a pure heart, not so much in this world. And all those who showed cowardice are imprisoned by a sorcerer ...

Will the lumberjob Goran manage to go through hard trials and help the fairy?

In Moscow, there are places that can be called "Bulgakov": here the writer lived and worked, funny stories happened to him there. But especially the interests of those locations, which placed the author of the heroes of the novel "The Master and Margarita."

In places that played an important role in the life of Mikhail Bulgakov, and in those places that are noted in the novel, the guests of the excursion will be lucky with the retro tram "302-BIS". If you dive into the past, if you dive headlong into the world of the Bulgakov novel, then only on such a tram - stylish, beautiful. Such a tram - like an echo of the past times, missed several decades, which passed unnoticed.

But Moscow, undoubtedly, has changed. What did Bulgakov's contemporaries and the author of the "Master and Margarita" see? ..

Just a little bit more - and we will live.

Soon leave, summer. And the real life will begin.

But the problems at work, the relatives decided to unexpectedly arrive, then three extra kilograms ... And a new, happy life does not come.

One girl is waiting for the prince on a white horse, her mother dreams of becoming a professional bridge player, a young man dreams of leaving for Switzerland, a married couple believes that for happiness they lack their own nest.

And all to happiness - a stone's throw. The bright future is looming on the horizon.

You can leave - far away and for a long time. Forever. But, wherever their destiny takes them, they always take with them their fears, doubts, disappointments, themselves.

Time flows through your fingers, but nothing changes. But, it seems, the only thing that will facilitate their existence and vomit from a vicious circle is death.

Funerals are the only thing that can bring diversity to their lives. But they begin to happen with disappointing regularity.

These people are our friends, our neighbors, passers-by, whom we see hundreds every day. And, maybe, it is we ourselves?

Pack your bags, dear friends.

It would seem that the war is over, it's time to establish and equip a peaceful life. What does not allow to forget the past, to lick wounds? What prevents if you do not start living anew, at least worthy to continue what is?

Maybe the fact is that the mother and father are not tired of waiting for the eldest son, who is missing. They still believe and hope that he will return.

Or maybe his father secretly gnaws at the wine: did not he, the owner of the plant, produce defective parts for aircraft engines? But the missing son could suffer from this: he was a pilot ...

Meanwhile, the younger son is in love with the bride of the elder. But parents do not approve of this love, they do not want to betray their eldest son.

That's what the couple wanted best, they thought about their benefits, and then it turned out that because of their decisions, their children die or become unhappy ...

Attention! The most intimate, the masculine ...

... "There would be sex, like a cigarette shoot: girl, sorry, but you will not have sex? "Oh, no, I quit."

It would be so interesting for every woman to overhear men's conversations! After all, they talk about women and about marriage, about sports, about cars, about money, about work and about their dreams.

Why is the beautiful sex still does not understand that sex with a beloved woman is fundamentally different from having sex with an unloved?

Does anybody know why you need to urgently transfer the grandmother across the road, until someone else did it?

Can I change my wife with sausage?

How exactly can the fascists understand the personal problems?

Men always remain children. Impudent, puzatenkimi, balding, but very nice babes. True, the first forty years of their childhood are always the most difficult ...

This theater can rightly be called one of the most popular.

Witty performances collect complete rooms.

The actor's talent for artists is worthy of a storm of applause.

Interesting reasoning about the male and female logic.

Laugh from the heart and take note, dear ladies.

Mirrors, mirrors - huge, like a way out into the world of the other world, small, giving a reflection in the eyes opposite, - here around the mirror and nowhere from them can not escape. Unless to rise in full growth, having entered in an oval frame and to stop, but from what of their parties? However, the hoax gets stuffed.

A rich Moscow house wakes up leisurely and impressively, the morning as morning is vain, noisy. There, a dress from a tailor was brought to the fitting, then the men came with their eternal land issues. There, someone at the mirror turns, rehearsing the look fatal, but what about without a fatal look? Without it, nowhere. And so, slowly, the owner of the house descends merrily to breakfast ... And what is it good to say for a slow, slightly sleepy meal? Of course, the soul ... About the soul and the world, which is inaccessible and beckons with its mystery, the world beyond. And after all, there are experts on this topic: mediums, spiritists ... And the table as it suits - a huge, oval, the very thing for the main event of the day - the session. Here, at this session, the world of everyday problems will collide, even if the masters want to buy themselves, even the enthusiasm of the landlords, they want to buy themselves, but the world of spiritual needs, when one wants to touch an unknown and believe in it - do not stand up for the price. But who dares to take advantage of these "fruits" of the minds of the holy? Can a smart and resourceful maid? And that, at her groom the present talent of the medium opened! But why do you need a smart girl?

All the answers in the sparkling and most "densely populated" theater performance, as if in a mirror you will see everything in it yourself. And what - it's up to you.

Thriller with cabbage filling.

Once in the KVN I heard American blues about Little Red Riding Hood. Since then, I am smiling at her mention ...

This, of course, what should be a brave girl to scratch one. Through the forest. Yes, and with pies. Nobody argues, granny is sacred. But, it seems, Mama does not care at all that her wolf can take a snack.

But then went to a psychological thriller. A sophisticated assassin (besides a wolf) cunningly tries to find out the path for the girl and ... even a patty, a bastard, begged.

Eats the grandmother entirely (just imagine now the size of this monster - the grandmother something to swallow), but the further attention ... disguises (!) In her clothes and remains to wait for the Hood ...

In my opinion, the poor girl is waiting for a big surprise, after she "pulls the string."

Are you ready to please the child with a bright and juicy, musical and very funny fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood"?

Sing songs with all your favorite Hats, think about how to outwit an evil wolf and save a grandmother. And recharge the most radiant energy of this wonderful musical.

I'm not from you, Mom, I'm leaving, I'm leaving the mess.

Snow flakes fall softly and unhurriedly from the sky. White fluffs sweep before my eyes, remain on eyelashes and cool streams flow down the cheeks. And let your life seem unbearable to you, your hands fall down powerlessly. But you promised your mother that you will be strong.

Sometimes it is worth forgetting all the blatant ideas of our civilization and paying attention to what was known to the wildest savages - respect for the mother. Maternal love is a black hole. It absorbs even the most vile and vile things. Lies, betrayal, uneaten breakfast.

When there is no reason for resentment, anything can serve as an excuse. Even semolina porridge. And how else should you behave when you are already pounding your nasty lumps against your throat? Turn around and leave. And it does not matter that it's winter outside, dark and minus thirty. Resentment and anger warm better than sheepskin coats. Sometimes I want it so cold. To the heart - ice, soul - concrete, stone. To look - snow, frost. And sometimes almost it turns out. You already feel this cold in your soul, you wait for it, you are ready for it ... but for some reason your mother looks into your eyes and starts to smile.

Wars are cursed by mothers. Manka is cursed by children.