Manuscripts do not burn. So Woland said of the book of the Master, whom Margarita loved.
She was the wife of another. But I fell in love with the Master at first sight. And became his muse. I went to his home, read the chapters from his book about Pontius Pilate. Was his support in everything. Very worried when he disappeared.
She even had to be the mistress of the ball at Satan for her meeting with her beloved.
Only then Woland told her that the master did not deserve happiness, but deserved peace.
And Voland with his retinue did God in Moscow, better - hell, he knows what. Lived in a bad apartment on Sadovaya street.
Predicted that Berlioz will cut off the head of the girl-Komsomol. And then he got under the tram.
Woland sent the director of a variety show to the Crimea. He punished the crook-manager.
I spent a session of black magic without exposing it. Yes, so that the half-naked young ladies were forced to hide from passers-by. He said that Muscovites messed up the housing issue.
The play takes place in the Moscow metro. The unfinished subway station turns into an apartment on the Patriarch's Ponds, then into the ward in the hospital.
"Love jumped out before us, as a murderer in an alley jumps out from under the earth, and struck us both at once!" So the Master spoke of his love. Better not say.
Even if it seems that there is no one in this world who can understand the sweet and gentle Thumbelina, she still should not despair! And she will have friends, because there are beautiful wings in the world, such as swallows and elves!
But before they meet with them far away, but for the time being Thumbelina was shut up by the Frog-mother and wants to give her to marry her son ... We need a plan of escape! How to avoid a wedding with a Toad-son?
What, however, Toads, Beetles and Moles now go! Everyone dreams of taking Thumbelina into a wife, but her opinions were not asked! Well, nothing, although fragile in appearance Thumbelina, but against their will will not go, always find a way out! ..
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
Romantic adventures of pirates always attract the most adventurous personalities.
Go on a dangerous journey, meet ghosts, learn the real heroes. With your own eyes see what it really is - to sail on the ship in search of treasure. Collide with insoluble tasks and with the help of friends solve them.
And to understand at the end of the path something very important ...
Brave, brave and adventurous hearts are invited to the play "Pirate and Ghosts."
Meet real heroes here, terrible ghosts and cunning pirates. A whirlwind of colors, fantasy and music will take you far from the city ... In a real fairy tale.
Only the secret of treasure, chur, no one!
"I love you, passion with all your breath, but my dearest is your soul."
Will Roxanne love the ardent Cyrano, full of "... rage, flight, sparkling, liveliness, fun without wear, after all, a huge nose, blows of a sensing sword behind"?
A classic love story about the beautiful Roxane, in love with the cute and empty-headed Christian, who does not notice the devotion of the not-glittering beauty of the poet Cyrano. He dared in battles, but timid in love and wrote her fervent letters on behalf of Christian. Where will their mocking-fate lead?
The main director of the MOST Theater, Yevgeny Slavutin, not only translated the play of Rostand from the French again, but also put it in an original way with Georgi Dolmazyan.
Can Roxana guess who is the author of the wonderful letters? To whom will she say these words of love? Who is her faithful knight?
One of the most tremulous and heartfelt stories about the love of the gallant age, which evokes the most sincere response in the soul of our contemporaries. Roxanne's words: "My poor friend! Alas! You have stolen your fortune! .. »
The sea of applause will cause a game of actors, wonderful outfits and bright musical accompaniment. Cyrano, born with the sun in his blood, and today is one of our favorite heroes.
Write me letters. I will read. Then, someday, look through together.
Can I read someone else's letters? No, but I want to!
Especially if they are addressed to adults, dear mom and dad, lost hair, and even more so - to the entire population of the Russian Federation.
Is that how much men differ from women? They also do not know how to keep secrets, and also do not mind throwing a dozen, and preferably two, years.
We are all interested in the same topics - love and death, faith and disbelief. Especially when we approach a certain age limit.
Talk about what is close and understandable to everyone. Questions, the answers to which everyone must find himself.
For example, to understand the complex relationship with his wife, even the experts of the club "What? Where? When?"
Or how to find a common language with the Motherland so that it does not leave you. Can not, poor, tolerate more of these binges.
Why do we come to this world, if only a long-nailed or nothing is left of us?
The present time and the present people are in faces. A good reason to speak honestly and frankly with yourself.
But I'll still write to you whether you like it or not.
Then we'll read it together.
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?
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 !.