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.
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?
"He who has a soul is not like the others."
The young Frenchman is in a panic. All his friends and neighbors are ready to turn into rhinoceroses!
It's amazing that they do not even think about where these huge and thick-skinned animals suddenly appeared in their small provincial town.
People continue to go to the service and shopping, discuss news in the cafe, fall in love and marry. Only from time to time one of them grows a horn on his forehead and joins a herd of animals.
Why do these people do not want to argue, do not try to protest? Is it possible to blindly obey something that is completely absurd?
The only hope for a simple guy is his favorite girl. He is not a hero at all, but I am sure that she will defend her right to be a man with him. Is he wrong?
How dangerous and unpredictable is the massive madness!
"Today I am very willing to dispose of my Sabbath. And, if Ninka is not capricious, I will dispose of my life. "
Girls loved foreigners.
She sells love for money, better - for currency. He knows all the entrances and exits to hotels where Europeans settle. He is afraid of the police persecution ...
And she connected her life with a real bandit. She fell in love with an "adult and tall man with two golden teeth, a dreamer and a criminal".
In the difficult post-war years in Moscow there were so many. They lived in communal apartments, drank, but hoped for a better life.
"First, they were playing candy wrappers in a parlor with chimneys. And then the romance left the podvoroten thieves. "
The story of love of one of them was told in his play by Vladimir Vysotsky.
"Well, and the trouble with this Ninkoy, she slept with the whole of the Horde!" With such sleep, who would want? And I do not care, I really want to! "
The country heals wounds, exhausted people return from the battlefields of the Great Patriotic War. Those who did not wait for the father or son from the war were burning.
There are a lot of Vysotsky's songs in the play.
"They looked around, woke up, drank, then sobered up. And those who waited, those who did not want to cry, wept. "
And who just does not call the hotline!
Someone lost himself and the meaning of life - he urgently needs to be assured that there is a meaning, otherwise the unfortunate person will impose himself on himself.
But the lady: everything measures and measures outfits, but no one calls her and no one comes to her. How to convince her that she still needs someone?
And where to call those who sit on the phone of trust and help people? Maybe these people have their own problems, and their troubles and misfortunes happen. Maybe they themselves are waiting for someone to help them, will heal them, comfort them. Yes, only they have one concern: others to comfort and calm, not think about oneself.
All the secret one day will be revealed!
Paolino and Carolina have long been in love with each other, and even managed to get married secretly! And now suddenly the Count with the offer of his hand appeared, wants to marry on Caroline!
What do Paolino and Caroline? Tell her father everything? To run away? They are already beginning to prepare for the escape, but the whole house runs to the noise ...
And why not ask for forgiveness and blessings from your father? Loving hearts have nothing to hide! Especially since the count without a bride will not remain: he can marry sister Caroline, Lisette, behind whom a weighty dowry, by the way, gives!
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.
"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!
"About the unfortunate and the happy, about good and evil, about fierce hatred and holy love ..."
The horse and its master. One worked as much as he could. Another kutil and squandered the state.
The old gelding tells the sad story of his life.
He was not lucky - he was born piebald, so he was rejected at the stud farm.
The young prince, a handsome officer, bought the horse. He liked the smooth running of the horse.
This master was strict and cruel, like his groom.
Once he put his horse on the run. Merin did not disappoint the owner, but then the prince drove him, catching up with the departed mistress.
Fate was unmerciful to the horse. He changed many masters - from the gypsy to the clerk.
And the life of the prince did not work out. He was ruined, he lived, borrowing from friends.
But the gelding warmly remembered the first owner. And he did not even recognize the decrepit horse when he saw him in the stable of a friend.
The last days of the horse were bitter.
"He was old, they were young; He was thin, they were full; He was bored, they were cheerful. Therefore, he was quite a stranger, an outsider, a completely different being, and one could not spare him ... "
"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. "
How expensive are words in this world! Only a rich man can buy himself an entire offer! And the poor people walk around like mute people. Sometimes, however, there will be found somewhere accidentally ejected word. It is something that a poor man will raise. And already at least something can be said! But is there much use from the disparate words of these? ..
Meanwhile, one poor boy wants to admit his love for a girl with bright red hair ... But he does not have enough words to admit. That is money ...
Is it possible that only the rich will live, telling each other about everything interesting and important? After all, and the poor sometimes just need to speak out, confess your feelings, shower your soul!
"I dreamed of a garden in a wedding dress, in this garden we are together with you. The stars in the sky, the stars on the sea, the stars and in my heart. "
They peacefully sing romances, but the shadow of the coming revolution has already fallen on such a cozy house. The clouds are gathering. The storm is just around the corner.
Guests are chatting on the summer veranda. All my family, the manufacturer's family, their friends and acquaintances gathered. The head of the family soon intends to take his sick wife to Yalta to Chekhov, hoping that the former doctor will cure his wife of consumption.
They are waiting for the famous singer, who promised to sing Russian romances for them. And they themselves love to sing, sincerely, captivating.
Almost twenty songs! From the most famous to rarely performed, on the verses of Lermontov, Pushkin, Tyutchev and unknown authors.
Some of them, for example, "The Black Shawl", will not be sung, but played out as a mischievous theatrical performance.
The guests gathered at the dacha veranda on the day of Chekhov's death. Very soon - the first Russian revolution.
But there is still time to sing a captivating romance about the first dates.
"Leaves are a whisper or wind gusts sensitive soul I greedily catch. The eyes are deep, the mouth is silent: dear, oh dear, I love. "