It's not hard to marry, it's hard to be married.
But it is difficult for some to even take this first step. Say goodbye to a bachelor life - how to say goodbye to yourself.
How cozy it is in its shell. So I would have lived all my life, lying on the couch, not touching anyone.
But a restless friend recently married and decided now that everyone around should be married. I even found a bride. On all personal data - complete coincidence. A merchant's daughter, that's right.
But not only that for the bride's need to get up from a violent place, and go through a whole casting in the fight for the girl's heart.
And she does not hurry to choose. Of the six applicants, there was not one ideal. Now if the nose of one, the hair of another, the money of the third. Executor, officer, sailor, advisor ...
But for all at once to marry not to leave. I'll have to make an agonizing choice.
He, like her, lives in a world of dreams and fantasies. But dreams are not the worst thing in this world. From comedy to tragedy, one step must be taken.
Something to change, to decide something. At once!
And the final will remain open. How will the window remain open, in which the groom jumped out on the eve of the wedding.
Moral: read the fine print in the contract. Harder, but more reliable.
The sad fate of genius.
See and hear a person when he is long gone? Meet with an extinct star? It is possible! We will see how he was. So beautiful! With disheveled hair, from the wind and impatient touches of female fingers. With the gait of a sleeper, with the same playful squint of sky-blue eyes. Razuhabist dances, the rustle of trees and dull urban suburbs ... He remembers everything! Is it an autumn rain or is his soul crying?
Rowdy and drunkard, brawler and reveler. Incorrigible red tape and a frequenter of street fights. But desperately gentle, conceited and very vulnerable. The bitterness of his fate and the scars of his soul are in his poems. God does not choose whom to give talent. He was and remained a bright star in the sky of Russian poetry.
They found him in a stuffy hotel room. The rope wrapped its neck imperiously. The face twisted from suffocation expressed not pain and suffering, but only an all-consuming melancholy. And a yellowed, crumpled piece of paper with farewell words written in his blood. Of course, in verse.
Sergey Yesenin never played by the rules. Just turned and walked away. What a pity that so early !.
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?
Who called him a goat? Now, if a womanizer, and better - a reveler, a scoundrel or a mischievous.
He just loves women, that's why he runs after every skirt.
And silly like butterflies fly to his call. They themselves rush to his neck, forget about the suitors and husbands.
For the sake of a casual affair, I'm ready for anything. He is cynical, sarcastic and reckless. For him to get into a fight - a trifling matter.
The old girlfriend tired him of moralizing. She listened to them in the monastery. But they do not need it. He is already looking for his new victim. And the girl abandoned by him wept bitterly.
He is invited to a peasant wedding. Who will he take with him this time?
Can he deceive the bridegroom who believed him and seduce the young bride?
A faithful servant warned him that it was here that he had once killed the commander. But Don Juan himself the devil is not terrible.
He does not care about conscience and honor. Above all - his minute whims.
But he is sure that everyone else is just like him, only they are hiding it.
"We are all slaves, for that matter, slaves of passions, whims, pleasures.
Over time, warmth and kindness in us perish, to regret. "
Look at you, Carnival!
Ah, Ahov! Do not be afraid, there will be a great post for you.
A rich merchant, full-full of his box and chintz, and brocade, and money. And the money is for the bride.
I'm used to trading, and even love affairs go in the form of buying and selling. In the morning money is in the evening wife. In the evening the wife - in the morning money.
But he can consoled himself as much as he likes with the thought that money solves everything. I forgot that people are not a commodity. And for marriage, such a thing as feelings is necessary.
Who could have imagined that a nephew, passionately in love with a girl, would intervene in the event? One misfortune is that he is as poor as a church mouse.
There is a hard choice before a homeless woman: reluctant to marry a decrepit but rich old man and arrange a mother's life or give herself up to a sense of impatience and poverty, but the happiness to live with a sweet shop assistant?
But before the fateful choice are all participants in the events. How to be a mother? To sacrifice the welfare of her daughter or her happiness? A merchant? Continue to all tyrannize, seeking his own, or to accept his fate?
The young man reflects on whether to continue to humble himself before his uncle or get courage and send him to hell?
In the main place, do not eat each other.
The psychology of love is a delicate subject, which can be studied endlessly, rolled in your fingers like a gem, viewed from all sides.
Especially when it comes to women's love. Selfless, boundless, not knowing conventions and subjunctive moods.
Such love is capable of any feats, any sacrifice, any madness.
But what happens to a woman when she is left alone? When he realizes the bitter truth about what is not needed. That no one needs her feelings?
Yesterday she was loved and adored, and today he has another beloved, he left and will never return. But maybe even call?
In the silence of the house, loneliness .... It is in this setting that her piercing monologue begins. The monologue of a woman in whom the hope of happiness is still glimmering, on her last date.
And here is the bell. Fancy or not? Maybe it still sounds his voice in the receiver? Maybe ... he called to say that nothing is over? That all this was a bad dream, and he will return?
Maybe ... But no, long beeps are heard in the receiver, the night is just beginning and much time is ahead ... to talk about love with silence.
Our whole life is a passing smile.
There is nothing more charming than a summer night. From her you are more drunk than with wine. My head is spinning and I'm drawn to the dance.
Sometimes lovers need a little push. Shyness and modesty do not always play into the hands. You can miss something important.
But what if you are in a huge ancient castle? Romance hovers in the air and directly pushes each other.
Especially if the only barrier between you is just a thin wall.
The insanity of love is all here. Love is everywhere - in the matrimonial bedroom, in the closet, in the kitchen and, of course, in the hearts.
The lawyer is very much in love with his wife. But she does not sleep with him. She dreams of his son, but he dreams about something else.
The lawyer is in love with the actress too, but the actress sleeps with an aristocrat. With whom the wife of an aristocrat sleeps is a great mystery.
The maid is sleeping with whom she wants. But he prefers a cheerful stableman. A pretty old woman is sleeping behind a card table.
But a warm summer night will put everything in its place.
Smile at your mistakes.
Even a porcelain rabbit has a tender and vulnerable soul ...
The adventures of white porcelain rabbit Edward can only be envied. Where he just did not go!
Most often in his turbulent life, he recalled his first mistress, the girl, who was more pleased with him. The baby gave this Rabbit a grandmother.
On a sea walk the girl could not keep the rabbit in her small hands. He was swallowed by waves.
The sailor found an unhappy rabbit in the nets. Later, the rabbit was sent to a landfill, where a battered animal found a bum who gave it to the children.
The boy had a very sick sister. But she still had time to enjoy the rabbit for the last few days of her short life.
After the death of his new mistress, the rabbit finds himself in a cabaret, where his head is broken.
But there was a good antiquarian who collects fragments of a rabbit and carefully glues it.
In his shop, the first mistress finds her rabbit. She is very glad to see him. Now this is no longer a sweet girl, but an adult lady with a hat and a long dress.
Porcelain rabbit reminds her of the happy days of her carefree youth and of a loving grandmother, who is no longer beside her.
Favorite toy ... Like a ray of sunshine from childhood.
In those distant times fairies and sorceress "still lived here and there in the white world."
How beautiful this enchanted kingdom! It is somewhat reminiscent of medieval France.
The beautiful prince and tender princess were separated by an evil sorceress. But they were intended for each other from the very childhood. They even ride together in small carriages!
And now they are forced to look for their soul mate in the woods and dales, along the mountains and distant roads.
But fairies of hope and joy and their little merry elven helpers will help the young. Only first the young man and the girl will have to overcome several obstacles. In every fairy tale they are!
Good will conquer evil, lovers will forget about separation.
Colorful outfits, wonderful melodies and cheerful dance numbers will appeal to both children and their parents. Wonderful performance!
The princess will not be happy with her happiness.
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