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? ..

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.

Write me letters. I will read. Then, someday, look through together.

Can I read someone else's letters? No, but I want to!

Especially if they are addressed to adults, dear mom and dad, lost hair, and even more so - to the entire population of the Russian Federation.

Is that how much men differ from women? They also do not know how to keep secrets, and also do not mind throwing a dozen, and preferably two, years.

We are all interested in the same topics - love and death, faith and disbelief. Especially when we approach a certain age limit.

Talk about what is close and understandable to everyone. Questions, the answers to which everyone must find himself.

For example, to understand the complex relationship with his wife, even the experts of the club "What? Where? When?"

Or how to find a common language with the Motherland so that it does not leave you. Can not, poor, tolerate more of these binges.

Why do we come to this world, if only a long-nailed or nothing is left of us?

The present time and the present people are in faces. A good reason to speak honestly and frankly with yourself.

But I'll still write to you whether you like it or not.

Then we'll read it together.

The woman Dog tamed, lured him with a sweet bone, now the Dog will sit on a leash and guard the dwelling, now he - along with the Man, lives in his family. Now he is home.

The woman has tamed the cow: the cow was tempted by a succulent grass, fragrant hay, has agreed to stand in a stall, to give to the person milk, to be - a domestic cow.

I tamed the Horse, now the Horse serves the man, there was also the horse once-wild, but became-home.

And Cat? It would be useful to tame a cat, she would catch mice and cradle a child, rumble and mourn, sing songs to him ... Yes, only how will you tame it, masterful? She walks by herself ...

What kind of wife to choose? Princess in a pink dress, which with a glamorous dog in the guests appeared? The nature of such a bride is unbearable, and she certainly does not know how to cook, but she will be demanding much from her husband!

No, it's much better to marry a simple girl, hard-working. With her, any work - in joy, and to work around the house together with her nice!

And the time will come - and the stork will have to catch up. Well, to catch up so to catch up, there's nothing to do. Go!

Sin is sweet, but a man is fallen.

The young merchant-beauty misses the rich Moscow house of the old man-husband.

She had never seen anything. They gave her away for an old man at fifteen, since then, and is sitting at home, locked up. Only he goes to monasteries-he gives the poor alms.

The sneaky clerk of her husband decided to stipulate it, to expose her before the legal husband as a traitor, so that she could take all her inheritance to herself.

Is there really no one to protect a modest and kind-hearted woman?

And around the rich grow muddy people, hangers-on, gossips and crooks, whispering to him all sorts of nasty things about a young wife.

He had almost made up his mind to deprive her of his inheritance, but decided to speak frankly with his wife.

Will a woman who is pure soul show his rightness to him?

"Even though I deceive you a hundred times, people will not stop loving me. I will not give you any vow, no oath. "

A louse or not a louse - that's the question.

A man is on the verge of despair. Is capable of anything. And if a person is also smart, this can lead to disastrous consequences.

Poor student. Even a loaf of doctor's sausage is not worth buying. And then there's a bloody callous in front of the account for studying.

And what is so tempting, glitters on the table with fascination? An old family watch. Nominal, engraved. Do chasers become a chance to escape?

The damned usurer turned out to be an avid rubbish. The money offered will not cover any expenses. This is not to be killed at all. One more old woman, one less.

A sharpened ax - here it is a straw for a drowning man. One blow, the second. Rub a puddle of blood, pick up all the jewels. It is done.

To justify the deed, a very convenient theory has already matured. Who said that you can not kill? Everyone is a louse. And the old woman is a louse. Destroy, get out.

One I have the right. Very smoothly comes out. Knowingly received a diploma.

But no crime will go unpunished.

The verdict is announced. You are sentenced to life imprisonment in hell.

A ballet with many tricks not only amuses and amuses young spectators: it teaches them how beautiful love is!

The Tin Soldier was in love with the Ballerina, but their romantic union was prevented by the evil Troll. Unsaid, reincarnated left their youthful feeling - but even so it was perfect!

To be amazed at your love and be ready to give your heart to another - only such straightforward and honest natures as the Tin Soldier are able to remain true to their great feelings!

All, all, all - this is who do you think? Maybe Cova, Donkey Eeyore and Piglet? Or maybe it's Robin's family and friends?

Mom is so similar to the pink Piglet, Dad - to the very Winnie the Pooh, eternally sad uncle - the spitting donkey Eeyore, and the grandmother - the same wise as the owl.

Here they are, all the time, each has his own habits and character.

With them it is not easy, and not always they get on peacefully, but in the end they still find a common language, because together they form a small but important world.

Who would Vinnie be without his friends-buddies? How sad and lonely it would be for Robin to live without his relatives!

"You can tell by eyes whether a person has money or not."

Zoe has a special scent for money. He knows everything at all costs and will not give himself up for offense.

She dreamed of making a lot, and then going to Paris. She saw this city only in a dream.

And in the Soviet Moscow of the thirties, the ladies do not live sweetly. Beautiful outfits in the afternoon with fire do not get - you can only sew.

So Zoya conceived in her cozy apartment to open a sewing workshop for sewing fashionable dresses and working clothes for the proletariat.

But this is for a diversion of eyes. A lot of money will be brought to her by the visiting house. And her assistants are one better than the other - a charming rascal and a former lover.

She organizes cheerful parties with them.

Scammers are always there. They reported to whom it follows that Zoya is a "socially dangerous type". Caring is full of mouth.

But trouble does not come alone. She's got a commercial director killed in her apartment!

Now she can not escape arrest. I cried her apartment!