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.
"They are jealous not then, that there is a reason, but only in order to be jealous."
An attempt at jealousy ... Which turns into a torture of love. They do not live by reason - feelings, violent passions.
Othello is an experienced commander. He commanded the Venetian troops in Cyprus, won many battles.
It would seem that people should know. How can you manage them successfully without this?
But the love of young Desdemona overshadowed the mind. She is beautiful, like a day. The wise say - let the beauty be a stranger's wife.
I knew that he was not the only one in her madly in love. Could at least guess ... Foresee danger. But I believed the false orders of Iago, his subordinate.
Iago secretly envied Othello's happiness. Insidiousness and anger often go hand in hand. He arranged so that the handkerchief given to Othello by his wife fell into the hands of another man.
Othello orders Iago to kill the seducer of his wife.
Desdemona sobs, swears in her innocence, but her husband does not hear. Jealousy suffocating him ...
How could she betray him! There is no forgiveness for her ... But he can not live without it.
Pushkin was right: "Othello's tragedy is not that he is jealous, but that he is too trusting."
Opera Giuseppe Verdi invites us to move to distant Italy of the XVI century.
Rigoletto is a court jester. He was accustomed to scoff at all, and even dared to ridicule the count when he cursed the duke for the scorned honor of his count's daughter. The Duke is really used to debauchery. He seduces one woman after another.
But there is one girl who is dear to Rigoletto himself - his daughter. He guards her like the apple of his eye, naively believing that the eyes of the voluptuous Duke will never fall upon the daughter of the jester. How wrong Rigoletto was! Gilda, the precious daughter, was kidnapped and taken to the palace of the duke. What is left for the angry father to do? I laughed at my father's pain, ridiculed the honor of other people's daughters, and now I myself fell for my father's love Rigoletto!
And why did these people take the queue to the store, on the door of which hangs a sign "Accounting"?
Probably can not read. The people have picked up the most diverse - from Kyrgyz handymen to a dreamy girl, from a simple peasant to some incomprehensible drinker.
But a modest girl does not mind drinking vodka with casual acquaintances.
And then a drunken peasant will get a scolding from his wife-dressmaker. At home, except for another scandal, he does not expect anything.
If only he could escape from this captivity of petty quibbles and big quarrels!
At the insistence of his wife, he again goes to the store and sees the inscription "Closed." How could he be lonely in this world!
Does this unfortunate person ever get to a place where he will be surrounded by elegant women in evening dresses?
The play is based on the story of Daniil Kharms.
If there are too many sorrows, it remains only to laugh at them.
Hollywood - a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for the actor's soul?
The small island of Inishman in Ireland - that the Russian provincial village. Everyone knows absolutely everything about each other. Do not hide, do not hide. And everyone is obsessed with the dream of getting out of this hole.
Cripple Billy lives in the care of two strange aunts. He would like to unravel the mystery of his birth.
He is the most unhappy, and the happiest resident of the island. Who knew that in the United States started shooting about fishing in Ireland and they will need just such a guy? He was lucky, who had a chance to change his life.
So at initimans there is a soul-poisoning dream about Hollywood, where you want to leave everyone. Let them and chudiki, but with pure and naive souls. If they do, they will be killed, only by chance, without malice.
They lived for a long time in silence, nothing happened in their lives. The thought of the magical world of cinema literally blows up the consciousness of "adult children".
A "Hollywood star", devoured by longing in a foreign country, in a big city, one day will come to his homeland, where everyone loved him.
Will come back to die.
Maybe, in Ireland, it's not so bad, once the Yankees come to film to film.
"It is better to live! We must live so that we can respect ourselves. "
Dwellers hoping to rely on no one. Many of them have reached the limit, to the very bottom, but still dream of happiness.
Suffer, dying from a serious illness, a young woman.
The other does not love her husband, but gave her heart to a bandit and a thief.
This criminal can easily hit and even kill anyone who gets in his way.
A drunk actor can not remember a role, not a single poem. Back on the stage he does not care.
The owner of the lodging house rips off the poor wretches, ready to drive them out into the street for debts.
Only an itinerant preacher advises everyone not to lose faith in God. How sorry he is for the tramps, how you want to help them!
They argue about the dignity of each of the people.
Even in the most difficult circumstances, one must hope for the best.
"Lies - the religion of slaves and masters ... True - the god of a free man!"
The play, staged based on the play by Mikhail Bulgakov on Jean-Baptiste Moliere, raises the age-old themes of fate and fate; relationship of power and actor, playwright; a misdemeanor committed through ignorance.
Moliere is accompanied by success: his play pleased the king himself! Louis XIV rewards the playwright with money, invites him to share a dinner with the king - a high honor for a simple actor and writer!
However, Moliere, of course, has ill-wishers. They want to destroy Moliere, and here turned out to be an opportunity - the playwright decided to marry, but chose himself for the bride, without knowing himself, the daughter of his mistress ...
his actions will be reported to the king. Ludwig will be angry ... How will Moliere suffer the blow of fate? ..
Deeply immoral ... They are the most seductive.
Only Mariengof - a vase, like a woman's hand with a severed brush and people resembling broken old dacha furniture.
Everything else is even steeper.
Olga's parents emigrated from Moscow immediately after the revolution, and she was advised to guard the apartment and marry a Bolshevik.
She is charming and witty. She is smart enough not to expect anything good from the Bolsheviks. Her former comfortable and respectable life was over.
Most of all she worries because of the absence of French lipstick.
Who is this nervous girl? Masochist or nymphomaniac?
It is possible that she is playing a fool especially for Vladimir.
And he lives, as he used to live before. He reads books, thinks of the beautiful and sublime.
But he did not have long to be an enthusiastic romantic. There is a famine, destruction, difficult years of civil war.
Vladimir only thought that Olga loves him. In her life there are other men. She is confused in these relationships and does not believe anyone.
Murder, meanness and betrayal became the norm of life. Everything is sold and bought. Olga is on the verge of suicide.
It is possible that people will simply be born happy or unhappy.
Sebastian died last summer. He was still very young. What happened?
Is it really torn down by the inhabitants of some Mexican town, local criminals?
His mother refuses to believe it! Too foolish, such a death looks ridiculous. She would prefer that the son should be killed if not under more tragic circumstances, then at least more poetically.
Among the relatives is the one who was with Sebastian on that fateful trip. She knows the truth about his death. But her candid confessions nobody wants to hear. On the contrary, they want to silence her.
The family drama is gathering new details, threading on one tragic event all the new conflicts ... Everyone is fighting for his truth. Who will win?
Who is this simple-minded eccentric? He builds too much of himself. It is not a sin to deceive him.
Everyone laughs at Jourdain, from household to servants. A rich French merchant, a respected man, but he decided to become a nobleman.
Invited teachers of dance, fencing, philosophy, foreign languages and acting skills to his home.
Now he has a house, and a courtyard.
This is the opinion of Zhurden's grumpy, but wise wife. Even to her it is ridiculous that her husband began to build himself a noble nobleman. She would drive these crooks into the neck!
They decided her husband to learn the Greek language! Why did he tell him in Paris? I'll start learning more poems, the hour is uneven.
But what if he drops all his fortune to deceivers-teachers? Who will take a daughter without a dowry?
Jourdain must be stopped. He decided to give his daughter for the marquis. This is his fad
But the clever daughter has already chosen a worthy suitor. Together with him they came up with a cunning plan.
In the house of Jourdain the Turkish sultan will come. Do not refuse the same daddy such a fiance!
A merry comedy based on the famous play by Moliere.
"Ah, it's not difficult to deceive me. I am happy to deceive myself. "
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