In the children's tale, the most ridiculous absurdities are possible! If only good conquered evil!
Baba Yaga lives in a dark forest. And she has a loyal friend, a boy named Broom. He's been taking care of the old lady for three hundred years!
Once Baba Yaga and a broom found a cabbage on the bed of a baby. They called him Vanya. And the baby turned out to be a girl!
But they decided not to change their good name. And here runs a small mischievous Vanya in the woods in bast shoes and sarafan.
Once the hut on the chicken legs took down a large egg. Baba Yaga hopes that a little bathhouse will hatch from him.
She really wants to wash often, not once a year. Parry with a spruce broom!
The whole forest brothers gathered to see the miracle-egg. And someone stole it ...
Which of the intruders could take him? Crafty Koshchei immortal or wily Watery? Or the resolute Serpent Gorynych? Sassy Goblin and funny Kikimora also behave suspiciously.
Baba Yaga will whisper spells and cook a decoction of herbs.
Everything will end well! The loss will be discovered. Bathhouse all will enjoy a light steam.
An entertaining fairy story, a gay children's detective.
All the roles are performed by talented children-artists who are trying very hard.
Political theater. Can such a phenomenon exist? Perhaps it is indispensable to exist.
Especially when the main "policy" is in the mutual relations of the heroes, in their views on the world, in their life position, which is formed into understanding, anticipation, insight.
For them, the world is a ship sailing from Mexico to Germany. Here they are safe, here they are not trapped by the horrors of the world with its new realities. Here you can just live, for a brief moment to find your happiness.
Different ages, nationalities, even political convictions - all this for them - is only an occasion for communication. The reason for the search for mutual understanding and ...
But this "and" does not happen. Maybe because the slightly blurred images of the characters create that unique atmosphere that is possible. When people, running away from something or being on their way to their "end", seem to be trying to get rid of sad thoughts, but .. it does not work.
And now, literally around them is the oppressive feeling of stickiness and inevitable death in a country where fascism has defeated.
But who is to blame for this, maybe they themselves? Perhaps, their passivity in relation to life brings them to this disastrous line?
It's up to you to decide, well, for now, the ship is on the road.
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.
When an actor takes on such a genre as a "solo performance", based on the work of Dostoevsky ... all the action turns into a kind of ritual.
Cleansing, confessional, full of subtle soul harmonies, which can not be ignored or denied.
Is it possible to save a person? Someone will say unambiguous "yes", someone will notice "everything depends on the situation". But for the hero of this confession - she herself is an instrument for the salvation of another person, close and dear to him. He seems to sacrifice himself, trying to save the one that, it would seem, can not be saved.
And now confession right in front of the dead hall turns into a real song of love. Love is doomed and at the same time filled with almost insane hope. And it is from her that prayer is born. The only one able to save the hero, whose soul is wounded by inconsolable grief and despair. Does he believe in words that he whispers in desperate silence?
And the space around him - meager and meager according to circumstances, only emphasizes this doomed hopelessness. His despair and insane tenderness, his hope, the last turning into a mysterious song. Which is sure to find a response in any soul that will hear it.
And after hearing it, it is worth stopping and thinking about the fact that life is still finite and often it happens that it breaks off suddenly. So should we lose important and precious moments of life?
Is it possible to give love and hurt at the same time?
He is a charming Frenchman, a sophisticated seducer. He pretends to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, fascinates a woman, and then throws it.
She is an experienced coquette. Itself is not averse to entertain and invent an affair.
Having got carried away with gambling, they are jealous of each other, they choose as their victim a young innocent girl.
Poor thing, why did she only come to such a cynical world from reliable monastic walls?
The intriguers can not be stopped. They went so far as to retreat too late, and nowhere.
The meek girl became a pawn in the game, where the seducer must be seduced, and the deceiver will be deceived. The vice punishes vice in a vicious way.
"Love and hate, loyalty and betrayal, debauchery and virtue - choose according to your taste. In this den of debauchery there is room for everything. "
Only true love can overcome any difficulties. Insidious schemers will be punished.
A wonderful play on the most brilliant novel of the eighteenth century about the mysteries of the human soul.
"Every woman who agrees to meet an immoral man becomes his victim."
"Today it hurts so much, my tears are tearing my eyes, these tears involuntarily I drop in silence ..."
Two stories. They smile, sad, sometimes even cry, thinking about those they once loved. Even if it's a question of a chance meeting.
How long ago it was! All of them - in the darkness of memory, in the souls of the soul ...
Was Shura happy in her life? She remembers not only her three husbands, but also those who did not become hers.
Did she overlook her love? In her cozy little world with white napkins, cups of coffee and delicious cupcakes, there is no place for strong feelings.
She goes for a walk in a fashionable hat in her youth with lace and worries that she can never fix her mistakes. The past can not be returned!
In the second, surprisingly sincere story, the old tailor Emmanuel recalls with his humor his beloved woman, his dear Rose.
Retro-performance about the uniqueness of the life path of each of the people. Actors are amazingly singing romances, playing the guitar.
How important it is to cherish your loved ones!
He was a great tragedian, he remained a great tragedian, but now he does not play: the new time, the new theater is not for him. He is Minetti, an actor with a difficult fate.
For thirty years he did not go on stage. But now ... he was again invited to play King Lear! After all, he once shone in this role!
He decided, he came ... and he was not expected, it turns out! Director of the theater, although he invited the actor, but he himself forgot about it. Sitting in the hotel, the actor waited for the news, hoping that they would still remember ... He dreamed about the public, but again remained out of work, and now he does not need the mask of his hero, King Lear.
Sretenka is a nice street. How many fates are here! Who lives around the corner? What are you doing?
Vaughn, the fucking actress fell into hysterics: she does not want to perform on Saturday, dismiss!
Here interrogate the woman.
And here once a hot guy killed a man. But he did not do anything to him, only stepped on his foot.
So, according to the grains, from small and large stories, the history of the street develops.
And stories are made up of human passions, small sins, desire to joke, gossip, cash in on.
So the theme of street (and theater) space grows into a theme of the commandments and ten deadly sins, becoming the place where you can come and think what all these ten "Do not ..." mean.
"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. "
An unusual story of an ordinary family.
Children have long grown up and fled from the parent's nest. What can collect all family members in their home? Mysterious disappearance of the father!
Three daughters and three of their beloved come to the aid of the mother to find the head of the family - a teacher and part-time poet. He is an elderly alcoholic, very well-read and educated.
Once he gave his beloved wife a collection of poems, she told him - three children.
But in search of their father they find a heap of family secrets, a tangle of mutual claims and grievances.
Close-up shows the love of loved ones. But not simple, warm, warming the soul. A special love of cultural and educated people. Love with a touch of snobbery.
It turns out that there can be too much love. Now they understand why they bought houses at a distance from each other. Just to not suffocate from this mutual feeling.
They say "I love you", read "you have to love me", the phrase "I missed you" means "you owe me for my love."
It's amazing how much interesting things can be hidden behind other people's doors.
Do you think that you know yourself and have completely taken place in your life? Try to spend a week with all members of your family.
It would seem that the war is over, it's time to establish and equip a peaceful life. What does not allow to forget the past, to lick wounds? What prevents if you do not start living anew, at least worthy to continue what is?
Maybe the fact is that the mother and father are not tired of waiting for the eldest son, who is missing. They still believe and hope that he will return.
Or maybe his father secretly gnaws at the wine: did not he, the owner of the plant, produce defective parts for aircraft engines? But the missing son could suffer from this: he was a pilot ...
Meanwhile, the younger son is in love with the bride of the elder. But parents do not approve of this love, they do not want to betray their eldest son.
That's what the couple wanted best, they thought about their benefits, and then it turned out that because of their decisions, their children die or become unhappy ...
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