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? ..

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?

How much does love cost.

Everything is sold and everything is bought. Everything has a price. Everyone has a price. The market economy has penetrated into the world of human relations.

He sold his dream. And what did you want to become as a child? A cosmonaut, a cook, a fireman, a teacher? Most likely, they chose noble professions.

And he so dreamed of becoming a scientist! Represented himself in the ghostly light of a laboratory with a test tube in his hand. In a dream, I dreamed of science.

But it was necessary to keep an old father. Therefore I had to serve not the science, but the state. In the end, to become a policeman is to work for the benefit of society.

Now the father is dead. Empty apartment is covered with dusty furniture. Here it is, an inheritance. All that remains of a loved one. It's time to appreciate everything.

But, the more the appraiser lingers, considering the price, the clearer it is that how much is past and present, successes and failures.

Three hammer blows. Sales!

Together - more fun! And the rain is afraid to be more cheerful, and the echoes to be called out, and the secret language to invent ...

And it's impossible to divide singly and singly into singles, it's absolutely necessary to have a comrade there!

In general, without a friend anywhere. Therefore, the kitten Gav and the puppy made friends. Now they go to visit each other and walk together.

Where it became more interesting to live! It is necessary, say, a puppy for a cutlet to hide. Then the kitten will help him: hide it in the stomach, and deal with the end. No one will find a cutlet anymore, no one will take it!

"How long ago it was, and was there anyway what was ..."

With these words from a letter written more than a hundred years ago, a performance begins.

Sisters Prozorov are deeply unhappy. These noble young women never found their place in life.

Most recently their father died, the general. Grief from this loss is difficult for them to survive.

They are gasping for the boredom of a provincial city, and most importantly for lack of love.

And their only brother is unmarried.

The eldest of sisters does not like and does not respect her husband.

The average sister remained an old maid. It seeks to fill the void of its life with a multitude of unnecessary deeds.

The younger sister fell in love, but is afraid even to admit it.

How to survive in the whirlpool of passions and anxieties? Men do not live up to their expectations.

They dream about interesting work, about a new life in a big city, about Moscow.

But it's impossible to escape from oneself.

I was having a dream. Not everything in it was a dream.

Poor brides of small county towns. How difficult is it for them to arrange a personal life! No worthy party.

But by a lucky coincidence, a rich prince came to the city alone. Well also what, what aged? The man though where! In addition to youth, nothing was lost.

One of the local ladies, his good friend, in any way trying to pass for him his beautiful daughter. That at first was capricious, but the prospect of loneliness frightens her.

The old prince is glad to be able to regain his youth. And the wedding seems to have already been decided ...

But, what a fairy tale, if there is no villain in it? Denied once a pretender to the hand of the girl is declared to take revenge. The intrigue twists.

Do not believe your eyes, all matchmaking is just a dream, says the insidious villain.

This prince is simply a fatal man. I arrived, spent one day in the city, but left me indelible memories for life. So he left in full confidence that he slept well. A dream ... so little that can dream!

What if our whole life is only a dream of something that will never happen?

A dream is a lifetime.

Favorite songs of our Soviet past. Well, if among them will be your favorite.

Most, of course, about love.

"Where the maple rustles over the river wave, we talked about love with you. Noisy that maple, the field is haunted by the haze, and love, like a dream, passed by. "

But there are also hooligan-table women: "Bells-bells are ringing. Our horses raced for two hours in a row. Our horses have become tense - the long journey. Is not it time for us to wave a glass? "

The broken songs of the time when the Moscow residence permit was almost an unattainable dream.

"Mom, I love the janitor!" Mom, I'll go for the janitor! Janitor without problems and risk

In a moment will make a residence permit. That's why I like janitors! "

And of course, compassionate, touching the soul: "Stand by the locomotive, do not rush, wheels. Conductor, press the brakes. I hasten to see my mother's mother with the last greet to appear on the eyes. "

But the mischievous, of course, more. Among them, an unforgettable "Chicken roasted".

Come! You will not regret.

The last coin of his past lives out.

A noble house, a beautiful garden. How good it is here in the spring, when the cherry blossoms!

Now the garden is partially cut down, the villas will be built. Everything is sold, lost.

The new master is happy: his father and on the threshold of such a noble house were not allowed, but now he owns all the property. But also unhappy too: how would he like that this light beauty does not go away so that the former owner of the garden does not leave so that the blooming of the beautiful garden continues like a beautiful fairy tale ... like a dream of that paradise of a carefree noble life in which people do not think about deeds, Trading, money.

On the eve of winter and the expectation of summer.

We all live in anticipation of a miracle. Waiting for happiness and love.

What are we just ready to do to achieve this? And then, to save and keep?

Is it possible to call a tangle of passion, hatred, melancholy and romance - love? And what does true love look like?

They were ready for anything for the sake of love. They were ready to commit mortal sin for the sake of their feelings.

Life is a worthy price for love? If love is an infinite good, can it atone for murder?

In this endless series of difficult questions, they simply try to be happy. But is it possible to build happiness on the misfortune of another?

Once a former classmate, now a district policeman calls her a summons. Her husband is missing. However, the spouse did not disappear. He's just no more, she killed him. Now no one will beat her, and there are no more barriers to their love.

But the ugly reality does not give a chance to sincere feelings. Madness comes with the ghost of her husband, now caring, sober and worried about the happiness of the children. Is he now alive than all living people?

Such a different - the love of people ...

Love it? People?