The woman Dog tamed, lured him with a sweet bone, now the Dog will sit on a leash and guard the dwelling, now he - along with the Man, lives in his family. Now he is home.

The woman has tamed the cow: the cow was tempted by a succulent grass, fragrant hay, has agreed to stand in a stall, to give to the person milk, to be - a domestic cow.

I tamed the Horse, now the Horse serves the man, there was also the horse once-wild, but became-home.

And Cat? It would be useful to tame a cat, she would catch mice and cradle a child, rumble and mourn, sing songs to him ... Yes, only how will you tame it, masterful? She walks by herself ...

Favorite songs of our Soviet past. Well, if among them will be your favorite.

Most, of course, about love.

"Where the maple rustles over the river wave, we talked about love with you. Noisy that maple, the field is haunted by the haze, and love, like a dream, passed by. "

But there are also hooligan-table women: "Bells-bells are ringing. Our horses raced for two hours in a row. Our horses have become tense - the long journey. Is not it time for us to wave a glass? "

The broken songs of the time when the Moscow residence permit was almost an unattainable dream.

"Mom, I love the janitor!" Mom, I'll go for the janitor! Janitor without problems and risk

In a moment will make a residence permit. That's why I like janitors! "

And of course, compassionate, touching the soul: "Stand by the locomotive, do not rush, wheels. Conductor, press the brakes. I hasten to see my mother's mother with the last greet to appear on the eyes. "

But the mischievous, of course, more. Among them, an unforgettable "Chicken roasted".

Come! You will not regret.

In Moscow, there are places that can be called "Bulgakov": here the writer lived and worked, funny stories happened to him there. But especially the interests of those locations, which placed the author of the heroes of the novel "The Master and Margarita."

In places that played an important role in the life of Mikhail Bulgakov, and in those places that are noted in the novel, the guests of the excursion will be lucky with the retro tram "302-BIS". If you dive into the past, if you dive headlong into the world of the Bulgakov novel, then only on such a tram - stylish, beautiful. Such a tram - like an echo of the past times, missed several decades, which passed unnoticed.

But Moscow, undoubtedly, has changed. What did Bulgakov's contemporaries and the author of the "Master and Margarita" see? ..

The wicked sorcerer disliked the gentle, beautiful fairy and bewitched her! From now on, the fairy is a little defenseless girl. She lives in the forest ... Who will help her to regain her former appearance?

Only those who are brave in heart and are able to do good deeds unselfishly, can save the fairy from the spell. Yes, that's just not everyone will pass such a test, because those who help others free of charge and with a pure heart, not so much in this world. And all those who showed cowardice are imprisoned by a sorcerer ...

Will the lumberjob Goran manage to go through hard trials and help the fairy?

Was it because Hama Bruta was gone, that he was afraid? Or because he was tempted?

The student of the theological seminary could not stand, could not stand the test with witch charms.

He sang the humble pantochka humbly, recited the prayers regularly, and even circled the circle around himself to protect himself from demonic forces. And all the same, he was overcome by a witch.

Three nights fought Homa with temptation. The first survived, the second survived, and the third broke. What prevented him from remaining faithful to the light? Why did he succumb to demonic charms?

In an enchanted world in which it is dangerous to go beyond the circle, losing is not necessarily a loss, and victory is not always a victory. Homa Brutus fought, and his struggle became the expression of his bold soul. Fight: a philosopher - with loneliness, a seminarian - with temptation, a poet - with death, - is destined from the beginning. And there is no end to this struggle.

Sin is sweet, but a man is fallen.

The young merchant-beauty misses the rich Moscow house of the old man-husband.

She had never seen anything. They gave her away for an old man at fifteen, since then, and is sitting at home, locked up. Only he goes to monasteries-he gives the poor alms.

The sneaky clerk of her husband decided to stipulate it, to expose her before the legal husband as a traitor, so that she could take all her inheritance to herself.

Is there really no one to protect a modest and kind-hearted woman?

And around the rich grow muddy people, hangers-on, gossips and crooks, whispering to him all sorts of nasty things about a young wife.

He had almost made up his mind to deprive her of his inheritance, but decided to speak frankly with his wife.

Will a woman who is pure soul show his rightness to him?

"Even though I deceive you a hundred times, people will not stop loving me. I will not give you any vow, no oath. "

"Let the person be no more than the eye of an ant - but the personality is a person! So I think! "

The Horton elephant is an example of honesty and decency, from someone, and it's not a shame to learn from him! It does not matter which creature is big, small or very tiny, the elephant Horton treats everyone with the greatest respect. It is a person, even a tiny one. He will not let him exterminate the city, even if this city is the size of a fuzz!

And if an elephant had to sit out an egg, he would not abandon the chick for anything in the world. And cold and hunger are not terrible to him, because the main thing is not to let the egg freeze, from there the whole person will soon hatched! And it turned out that a slogan came out of the egg - after all, his elephant was hatching! Whatever you say, and this was a worthy retribution for his labors - the elephant Horton was happy when he saw the toddler!

It's not hard to marry, it's hard to be married.

But it is difficult for some to even take this first step. Say goodbye to a bachelor life - how to say goodbye to yourself.

How cozy it is in its shell. So I would have lived all my life, lying on the couch, not touching anyone.

But a restless friend recently married and decided now that everyone around should be married. I even found a bride. On all personal data - complete coincidence. A merchant's daughter, that's right.

But not only that for the bride's need to get up from a violent place, and go through a whole casting in the fight for the girl's heart.

And she does not hurry to choose. Of the six applicants, there was not one ideal. Now if the nose of one, the hair of another, the money of the third. Executor, officer, sailor, advisor ...

But for all at once to marry not to leave. I'll have to make an agonizing choice.

He, like her, lives in a world of dreams and fantasies. But dreams are not the worst thing in this world. From comedy to tragedy, one step must be taken.

Something to change, to decide something. At once!

And the final will remain open. How will the window remain open, in which the groom jumped out on the eve of the wedding.

Moral: read the fine print in the contract. Harder, but more reliable.

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.

Together - more fun! And the rain is afraid to be more cheerful, and the echoes to be called out, and the secret language to invent ...

And it's impossible to divide singly and singly into singles, it's absolutely necessary to have a comrade there!

In general, without a friend anywhere. Therefore, the kitten Gav and the puppy made friends. Now they go to visit each other and walk together.

Where it became more interesting to live! It is necessary, say, a puppy for a cutlet to hide. Then the kitten will help him: hide it in the stomach, and deal with the end. No one will find a cutlet anymore, no one will take it!

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.

I'm not from you, Mom, I'm leaving, I'm leaving the mess.

Snow flakes fall softly and unhurriedly from the sky. White fluffs sweep before my eyes, remain on eyelashes and cool streams flow down the cheeks. And let your life seem unbearable to you, your hands fall down powerlessly. But you promised your mother that you will be strong.

Sometimes it is worth forgetting all the blatant ideas of our civilization and paying attention to what was known to the wildest savages - respect for the mother. Maternal love is a black hole. It absorbs even the most vile and vile things. Lies, betrayal, uneaten breakfast.

When there is no reason for resentment, anything can serve as an excuse. Even semolina porridge. And how else should you behave when you are already pounding your nasty lumps against your throat? Turn around and leave. And it does not matter that it's winter outside, dark and minus thirty. Resentment and anger warm better than sheepskin coats. Sometimes I want it so cold. To the heart - ice, soul - concrete, stone. To look - snow, frost. And sometimes almost it turns out. You already feel this cold in your soul, you wait for it, you are ready for it ... but for some reason your mother looks into your eyes and starts to smile.

Wars are cursed by mothers. Manka is cursed by children.