Star and death of Vladimir Mayakovsky.
Listen to the butterfly of the poetic heart.
Listen to it! After all, if the poet did create, he left us his poems, then this is simply necessary!
He wore a yellow sweater of three sunset arshins. And he walked the Don Giovanni and the veil.
Consider all the details, get to know him, as if he were alive. More than alive.
How do we represent it? Great, thundering! A frightened, snooty bully, hiding behind his shield like a shield, for his yellow sweater.
He was very young. And he died, and did not grow up. Poet provocateur, shouting his manifestoes. A man with a child's heart.
He still had a monument to him in his lifetime. How he hated every kind of deadness. And adored all life.
Do you know what, Mayakovsky? And let's live together?
Sugar is the taste of life. Him and ours. Sugar is the sweetness of love. Tart and unbearably bitter.
She is the daughter of the owner of the factory of the shell boxes. She had a fiance, but the groom went to war, and now it is not known if he is alive.
And then another suitor turned up, and the new lover is very fond of the father-manufacturer: a young man gives great hopes, you see, he will make a good career!
And she no longer knows the girl, where to go: whether the former wait, or for a new admirer to get married ...
And as soon as she agreed to the second, how unexpectedly the first lover appeared ...
As Chatsky was in love, and flew, he longed to see his beloved Sophia!
Yes, just did not take into account the young man, that already a lot of time has passed since he left. Of course, the young girl has long been in love, and not in him, but in a modest employee.
What did she find in him, in this quiet? He's an empty jerk, a petty careerist!
But you can not order a girl's heart. And how much now do not achieve Chatsky love - he will not achieve from Sophia tenderness, or ardent confessions.
He will have to wander around the world again, disappointed. Moscow did not accept him, or rather, he could not accept Moscow's morbid morals.
"... And I'm with my own in a counter. She's there, and I'm here. She's there, and I'm here. Let him do the pomara. "
He was a good man and a thorough man, he was appreciated in the timber industry. So they have allocated a ticket to the south, we must at least improve our health sometimes.
His wife and three children stayed at home. The farm is large, and even pigeons must be fed.
And my husband has learned this! Acquainted on the sea in the hot sun with a city lady, she lured him into their networks. It would be fine still young was. And this slut simply swore, here he lost his head.
I did not return home. He began to live with a sweetheart. Only I missed very much without children and pigeons.
Somehow two of his women had to meet. Noise, din, cries, tears!
Will the spoiled spouse return to his faithful wife and harassed the children?
A touching comedy about tender feelings.
"But what fate? Drunk twirled and you will not get out. "
Where does the dream end and reality begin? Where does life end and art begins? He himself was never able to tell where his pretense ends and sincerity begins.
But even great psychologists can not understand where genius ends and madness begins.
Moody, hysterical, eccentric to insanity. Nobody so loved to attract attention.
Kiss, kiss it from head to foot, from the big toes on the feet through the crown to the heels. All is in love and kindness.
And the only suit worthy of him is the king's clothes. Or the queens. As his highness willed.
The world will have to make room. And it's a big question whether he will keep it.
You can treat it differently, but you can not recognize its genius. He was a genius in the womb of his mother. Who else could create his art from dreams?
Canvas, paints, powerful strokes - so a miracle is born. Thus the chief troublemaker of the tranquility of the inhabitants is born.
But to really soar into heaven, he lacked only her ... The last step to the summit of the world.
Shock. Catharsis. Applause.
He waited a long fifteen years. Once he was good-natured, young and naive. It would seem that he should not have had enemies. But the judge put his eye on his wife - and the young barber for nothing was sent to serve life penal servitude.
He escaped from penal servitude, he returned to London fifteen years later. He wants to take revenge on the judge - but the path to revenge is long. And now every counter, any casually wandering client becomes an enemy ...
He forgot what it felt like, long forgotten how to forgive.
How will this horrible story of despair and hatred end?
"You've wiped the revolution from your face - and you look great!"
The vicious Marquise was imprisoned for seventeen years.
From boredom, he painted portraits of his enemies and began to talk with them.
Evil enemies he placed in an imaginary theatrical box and tried to play along with them a play, which he himself came up with.
Is the Marquis de Sade on the verge of insanity?
But he reasoned reasonably enough. He even turns to God.
Did he renounce his addictions? It is high time for him to think about those whom he once humiliated, offended, punished.
He is visited by a woman who still loves the Marquis.
A stylish and exquisite performance based on the witty imagination of Andrei Maximov.
An uncontrollable dreamer looks more worthy than the pragmatists around him.
"A servant is one who lives in a constant fear of losing something; One who never does acts under the influence of emotions, but always calculates: if I do so and so-so will I lose or gain? "
Love is many-sided ...
Headphones hanging from the collar. Luminous screen of an open laptop. The book was read halfway. Here everything, every detail lives and breathes. The words of the song speak of the last meeting. The unwritten text of the message hints at a future meeting. The chosen story makes you plunge into the experiences of the past. And everything says about one thing - about love.
How many varieties of love? Here you utter the word love, and before you there is a specific image. Love for your soul mate, love for children, love for your parents. Love to the Motherland and its city. Or not to his. But still love. Love is passionate, tender love, love is dangerous, forbidden and even deadly. Love has a thousand faces. There are as many people as there are people on earth.
And this is a topic that everyone talks about and thinks about. Each of the nearly seven billion people on Earth.
A string of stories that follow one another gives a full perspective of love. In its pristine, purest form. As it is in life. The funny goes after the sad, and the romance immediately after the cynicism.
It seems to be doing the same thing ... but in fact? For example, going to the store. She admires the dress with admiration. Only for him. He really wants to like him. And he goes to the store behind the revolver. She really wants to kill her lover.
Sometimes we get sick with each other. There are no drugs. And we will fever for the rest of our lives. Until we die.
Which is better - to condemn the innocent or to justify the offender?
Each juror must ask such a question.
They must decide on the fate of a young guy from a poor family.
He is accused of murdering his father, and he does not plead guilty. Could he have committed this terrible crime?
How little time! And you need to understand in detail the testimony of witnesses. Neighbors do not cause trust. Some of them could be mistaken.
Men fiercely argue, even shout at each other.
It is extremely difficult to come to a single point of view - they are too different in age, education, life experience and character.
The performance amazes with the heat of passion and excellent acting.
Twelve pieces of paper, twelve chances to kill a man ... Or save?
Fires of military roads. They can burn your soul to the ground.
There is a grief that can not be experienced.
The mother of adult twin children asks them to go to Lebanon, to her homeland and find a father and an older brother. They never saw their relatives.
Brother and sister fulfill the last will of the mother.
But they could not even imagine how many troubles had to be experienced by their mother.
She was a Muslim, she lived in a small village. The only one of all my relatives learned to read and write.
In the second third of the twentieth century in the Middle East raging war. She gave birth to the first son in prison, quite young. He was taken from her. All the searches for the child were in vain.
Horrors of war haunted her. After many years, she again went to jail. Loud sang in the cell to drown out the screams of those who were tortured by the villains. She was raped by a jailer who turned out to be her eldest son.
Is he the father of twins?
Passion in this performance reaches the level of the ancient Greek tragedy.
The dark past keeps terrible secrets. Do not try to look into hell.
Wolf in sheep's clothing.
We are all not who we say we are. Someone wants to seem better than he really is. And someone tries on a mask from selfish interests.
This young man suffered greatly from his poverty. Well very much suffered. What kind of life, when all thoughts are only concerned with how to survive? I had to get out. After trying on a monastic robe, he went to look for a better share.
So what, what a lie. Everyone is lying. Literature is a lie. Advertising is a lie. Our banking system is a lie. Our whole life is one continuous clot of lies.
This blower acted on a big scale. I got wind of my confidence in the owner of the house, almost married my young daughter, looked at his wife with amiability. It is not difficult to deceive a person if he wants to.
But greed fraera ruined. The round sum of money, which was in his hands, brought him to clean water. Not every lie is a salvation.
What strikes harder? Lying or truth? There is no difference when your hands are handcuffed.
"I bless you on the road. After the enemies there will always be friends. Fight where it is possible, thank God. And, of course, there you have to fight where you can not. "
How great it is to see on the stage the heroes of a beloved childhood book about faithful friends! Even better, if they sing such mischievous and melodic songs that they want to sing along.
The heroes of the great novel Dumas become even closer to us. Charming, brave, favorites beautiful ladies ... Everyone is crazy about musketeers. One for all and all for one!
"Duelists, bully, you blades crossed again! You fight for the sake of fighting, for the sake of laughter you pour blood. "
And their enemies are worthy, to become brave warriors. They weave insidious intrigues to plot against the queen of France.
"The spies are there, the spies are here. Without them, you can not get up, without them you can not sit down. "
A wonderful song is sung by the guards of the cardinal!
"His Eminence, we were promised heavenly bliss in heaven. As long as life is on earth, let him talk ... he is for us before Satan. "
Finally, the most beloved.
"Time, it's time to rejoice in our time. A beauty and a cup, a happy blade. For now, while, shaking their feathers on their hats, fate will more than once whisper - merci boku. "
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