"There is no one in the house, but all the seats are occupied!"
Maid Anna is in a panic. She promised to go to relatives, but stayed in the house of her masters. Money pity on the road.
My husband had to go on a business trip, but returned to the house with his mistress. Only this fat cow was not enough here! Such a respectable gentleman.
And the wife is still a thing! Not only that, with her hysterics, she got her husband, she also got dragged home with a young lover. But she promised to visit her parents!
What now Anna with them to do with all? And this is what they call a muddle! I'd look at myself ... It's not going to work out all right.
They can not be found! It requires a general's strategy and tactics of the marshal, so that these two pairs of doves accidentally do not bump into each other.
The humorously comical sitcom of the world-famous Mark Camoletti.
"It happens that servants of servants migrate to the king".
"A man who has been under the heel, is able to endure any hairpin."
Even the news that his wife has a second husband.
She works as a conductor of a long-distance train. And for many years running from one city to another. The schedule does not change. In one of them she has a caring husband and daughter. In the other, another husband.
The men got courage and decided to meet with each other. How long will this continue? She must stay with someone else!
But they are so different ... One is breathtakingly elegant, prepares her delicious food. The other is a real man who does not tolerate tears, sobs and sighs. If only it did not come to a fight!
They will remember it all! The intriguer finds out what they think of her. How could they be so humiliated? So many years of being so cunning and deceiving!
But the clever and wise woman will reconcile them. She will be helped by an amazing sense of humor.
An incisive comedy with funny jokes and jokes.
The strength of a woman is in her weakness.
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.
In this piercing solo performance, Yevgeny Grishkovets speaks with a man on behalf of ... hearts.
How rarely people listen to the call of their heart! This pulsating rhythm that sustains our life remains often unnoticed.
The heart is afraid of man: guided by the arguments of the mind, he often forgets about the affairs of the heart. And meanwhile, perhaps this person should have been afraid of his heart, it has great power over him!
The heart, as they say, you will not order. Maybe it's worth trying to agree peacefully with him? What is it whispering about? ..
"Can a black horse bite a bit?" Is it really my dear ... "
What amazing Russians people described Vasily Shukshin in his stories! One is more colorful than the other.
All of them are united by their curiosity for life and the desire to learn the truth, and not idle speculation.
Among them, a curious, thrifty and lonely old peasant, whose adult children have long gone to the city.
He suffers from a hangover, pestering the questions of the boy who lives in his hut. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a doctor, he studies well. He with such joy tells his grandfather about long-distance space flights.
The mechanic is worried that in the Gogol's bird-troika there goes the swindler Chichikov. He does not even know how to explain this to his son.
And why should this fastidious rushing? Where should he hurry? Do people fool? He and the teacher discuss it. He will think about it, but he will not give a reasonable answer.
In the play there are a lot of old Russian songs, almost forgotten, intimate and touching.
Heroes yearn, suffer from injustice, but do not surrender and do not betray friends.
"Do I resemble such an innocent one?"
Each production of Vladimir Pankov is becoming an extraordinary event of Moscow theater. Although even in the whole whole country.
Perhaps, because this director manages to not only talently embody on the stage any works. In addition, he created his own - an amazing direction called "saundrama." "Morphine" - the first in this series, brought him a few theater awards and has been on the stage for nine years already. And created for the Festival. Chekhov "War" continues to conquer the metropolitan public.
And now, a new performance in the same amazing style, combining music, plastic, text. When all this, even simple noises, merges into a single whole, forming the space of the inner world where the characters live, help them to immerse themselves completely in the atmosphere of their life, to feel them at arm's length.
And what will he tell us about this time? About such a strange and at the same time very Russian concept as "zilovshchina." About where the truly Russian yearning comes from and what it does to a person. And that a person who has lost himself in this melancholy, who has lost the opportunity to love, and maybe even a belief in what he is capable of loving, does with the people around him.
How much in our life was associated with notes, letters, telegrams!
We carefully store one of the notebooks of the first-grade son, the letters of the groom from the army and the wife from the hospital.
What a pity that very soon even friends will not recognize each other's handwriting! We are still now, and in the future we will increasingly use a computer.
Eugene Grishkovets sincerely and confidently reflects on how the modern world has changed. It's sad to part with even such a trifle as a blotter from a school notebook.
Writing typewriters became unnecessary, the postage stamps, fountain pens and pen drawers were gone.
Few people in our time remember birch bark letters, the letters on which our ancestors wrote. Even many books began to be read only on electronic media.
The memory of the past is important for each of us. With light sadness and nostalgia I want to remember school notebooks and textbooks, institute notebooks and abstracts, paper geographic maps. They were an important part of our lives.
We regret the past. Dear memories, how they warm the soul ...
"And we, brother, are from infantry, and in summer it's better than in winter."
The boys came to the war a few days after school proms. We thought about adventures, but found ourselves on the front, in the very heat, where even the rifles were not enough for everyone.
Very young in a terrible and ruthless war.
Now they are all the same, all in greatcoats and boots. Now they are dreaming at least once a delicious meal, sleep and dry wet clothes.
Someone did not even have a girlfriend. So they take care of nurses and radio operators. So you want tenderness and love!
Every day brings new deaths, pain and bitterness of loss. Someone perishes in intelligence, someone in battle, and someone from a stray bullet. Many are wounded.
Just to live to win!
"Do not lead, sergeant-major, that there should be silence. The sergeant does not obey everything. This sad song was invented by the war ... In an hour the bayonet begins. "
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.
Oh, these absinthe dreams!
The atmosphere of the old French cafe reigns on the stage: here they came to dissolve in drowsy dreams to dream and dream ...
The green light looms everywhere - it is a reflection of greenish absinthe, a terrible potion now forbidden.
It gives birth to visions.
But not only does it envelops and stupefies - the music is stronger than the green charms of the drink. Visitors to the cafe sing: four voices, four characters, four fates, four sung stories. Here it is, the ability to pour out the soul in the song!
Oh, Sarah Bernhardt! The actress, whose name became a legend, and a biography - an example of cheerfulness and willpower. She continued to play even when her leg was amputated ...
And now she feels that she will soon leave, that this summer is her last. She dictates her autobiography to the assistant secretary: people need to know and remember her as she herself wants to see herself, not a glossy cover, but an honest, brave woman who was able to overcome her fears and come out on stage again and again - to play to live…
The goods are love.
We all try to be kind. And how often we find an excuse for our indifference. Time is not suitable, place, and in general it is not in our power ...
But to help another person do not have to be strong. Do not have a lot of money. It's enough just to be kind.
A good soul does not choose whom to live with. She absolutely does not care. The brightest and noblest can even be in the body of an ordinary prostitute.
She was so kind that in the pouring rain she bought water from a beggar from a beggar. Just out of compassion.
She married a crook, knowing that he would take all the money and leave her after the wedding. They need him to realize his dream and fly again on airplanes. She was so kind.
Love and compassion are never wasted. They change lives for the better. Any good deed is returned a hundredfold.
But not for her. People, like leeches, sucked at her, dropping by drop all that was left of her. To save herself, she changes into a man's suit and is represented by her cousin.
Unlike her, he knows how to say "no" and things go well with him. She did not know where her games would lead her ...
Kindness is a terrible curse. She is very kind. Someday it will kill her.
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