On the eve of winter and the expectation of summer.
We all live in anticipation of a miracle. Waiting for happiness and love.
What are we just ready to do to achieve this? And then, to save and keep?
Is it possible to call a tangle of passion, hatred, melancholy and romance - love? And what does true love look like?
They were ready for anything for the sake of love. They were ready to commit mortal sin for the sake of their feelings.
Life is a worthy price for love? If love is an infinite good, can it atone for murder?
In this endless series of difficult questions, they simply try to be happy. But is it possible to build happiness on the misfortune of another?
Once a former classmate, now a district policeman calls her a summons. Her husband is missing. However, the spouse did not disappear. He's just no more, she killed him. Now no one will beat her, and there are no more barriers to their love.
But the ugly reality does not give a chance to sincere feelings. Madness comes with the ghost of her husband, now caring, sober and worried about the happiness of the children. Is he now alive than all living people?
Such a different - the love of people ...
Love it? People?
Our whole life is a passing smile.
There is nothing more charming than a summer night. From her you are more drunk than with wine. My head is spinning and I'm drawn to the dance.
Sometimes lovers need a little push. Shyness and modesty do not always play into the hands. You can miss something important.
But what if you are in a huge ancient castle? Romance hovers in the air and directly pushes each other.
Especially if the only barrier between you is just a thin wall.
The insanity of love is all here. Love is everywhere - in the matrimonial bedroom, in the closet, in the kitchen and, of course, in the hearts.
The lawyer is very much in love with his wife. But she does not sleep with him. She dreams of his son, but he dreams about something else.
The lawyer is in love with the actress too, but the actress sleeps with an aristocrat. With whom the wife of an aristocrat sleeps is a great mystery.
The maid is sleeping with whom she wants. But he prefers a cheerful stableman. A pretty old woman is sleeping behind a card table.
But a warm summer night will put everything in its place.
Smile at your mistakes.
She is the daughter of the owner of the factory of the shell boxes. She had a fiance, but the groom went to war, and now it is not known if he is alive.
And then another suitor turned up, and the new lover is very fond of the father-manufacturer: a young man gives great hopes, you see, he will make a good career!
And she no longer knows the girl, where to go: whether the former wait, or for a new admirer to get married ...
And as soon as she agreed to the second, how unexpectedly the first lover appeared ...
He was considered a "rebel demon".
Rudolf Nureyev, one of the best dancers of the twentieth century. He lived a short but stormy life.
An explosive temperament, a frenzied energy, a huge love for the ballet. And besides - unbending will and ability to overcome difficulties.
He was born in Ufa, in a poor Tatar family. All that he achieved in the art of ballet, made his work and talent.
How hard it was for him among the envious and malicious slanderers! Very young, he survived the betrayal of his colleagues.
Therefore, on tour of the Russian ballet in Paris, he decided to stay in France.
Then he did not even imagine that in a few years he would lead the ballet of the Paris National Opera.
Nureyev brilliantly danced all the best parts in the classical ballet repertoire. But he also loved modern dance.
He died young. Tragic was the fate of a remarkable artist.
The extraordinary life of someone called the "star of world ballet."
"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. "
"Everyone chooses for themselves. A woman, a religion, a road ... "
A favorite girl considers him a nonentity, a mediocre actor. He has neither money nor work. He is ready to do anything to prove to her that he is a real man.
He was offered a casting. But the cantor is somehow incomprehensible.
Office strange. Do not you stand up? He had never heard of them before.
And the secretary gives him too many directions. Obnagle, impudent. The skirt would have been more truly put on, it's still not working in a nightclub.
He will be asked to sing a song, tell about himself. And then - to fulfill a special task.
In any life situation, the most important thing is not to give up.
As in that fairy tale about a frog that was thrown into a jug with cream, and she pawed so hard that they turned into butter and she survived.
He will show them who else whom!
An astonishing spectacle of an out-of-date play with an exciting storyline. Talented actors are better than others. Simply good fellows!
The road will be mastered by the going.
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.
The doctor-professor knows for sure that all the problems - from the fact that the spouses do not have enough sex! However, he also advises the other patient to do more ...
Only in actual fact it turns out that the professor himself is not very well versed in what he says: he simply theorizes!
And how can they arrange their sex lives if they do not get along long ago? .. The wife, maybe, and not against caresses, but that's just it has long been so ridiculous and absurdly looks like that her husband does not look at her without pity can...
Or maybe all these strange people are hospital patients, mentally ill? Unexpected turn. There is a lot of irony in this approach to sex! ..
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!
Prudish Englishmen? Yes, they are cheerful and ironic!
About his brilliant comedy Oscar Wilde said that she can turn life into a real holiday, not only for contemporaries, but for descendants. Aphoristic replicas of the heroes: "If you are not for long, I am ready to wait for you all my life" or "Absolutely immoral person ...
This is the only explanation for his incomprehensible attractiveness. " (If I'm too well-dressed, I redeem it because I'm too well brought up).
Gentlemen Algernon Moncriff and Jack Warding fall in love with the girls, each of whom dreams of a narrowing by the name of Ernest (in translation from English - serious). Will they manage with the charmers? Relatives do not approve of these unions.
The successful resolution of an old story with a child once lost will help the lovers to find happiness.
With his characteristic talent to look at the classical play in a completely new way, the director Dolmazyan created an enchantingly funny and beautiful play with almost circus tricks.
Make sure that an easy and cheerful performance can be intelligent, stylish and intelligent.
Look at you, Carnival!
Ah, Ahov! Do not be afraid, there will be a great post for you.
A rich merchant, full-full of his box and chintz, and brocade, and money. And the money is for the bride.
I'm used to trading, and even love affairs go in the form of buying and selling. In the morning money is in the evening wife. In the evening the wife - in the morning money.
But he can consoled himself as much as he likes with the thought that money solves everything. I forgot that people are not a commodity. And for marriage, such a thing as feelings is necessary.
Who could have imagined that a nephew, passionately in love with a girl, would intervene in the event? One misfortune is that he is as poor as a church mouse.
There is a hard choice before a homeless woman: reluctant to marry a decrepit but rich old man and arrange a mother's life or give herself up to a sense of impatience and poverty, but the happiness to live with a sweet shop assistant?
But before the fateful choice are all participants in the events. How to be a mother? To sacrifice the welfare of her daughter or her happiness? A merchant? Continue to all tyrannize, seeking his own, or to accept his fate?
The young man reflects on whether to continue to humble himself before his uncle or get courage and send him to hell?
In the main place, do not eat each other.
What a stupid, absurd war - neither to give nor take a cabaret.
The beginning of the First World War. The Germans want to fight, for them the war is a valorous adventure, a heroic adventure. The French are also ready. For them, military actions are a series of romantic feats and beautiful victories.
What neither those nor the others expected was the long, painfully prolonged hell in which they walked. The pernicious days of shooting, when those who yesterday played together in football today are mercilessly killing each other. Terrible days of trench wait, when you have to lie in the mud, tolerate lice and diseases and reap, wait, wait ... When is the end?
It is not for nothing that it is said that at the end of the war soldiers often do not remember why they went to her at first. War erases all human, including memory, leaving only a raid of inhuman breath of bloodshed.
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