Three works by A.S. Pushkin - in one play.

Count N (Count Nulin) presents an ironic story from the provincial landlord life: the husband went hunting, his wife misses the manor, wherever the guest comes - the earl. He is trying to seduce the landlady, but there it was! She is not timid, she will slap him in the face - for a long time, I suppose, the count will remember how he was refused!

In the "little ironic tragedy" "About Don Anna!" ("Stone Guest"), Don Guan came to his fearlessness to invite a statue of the Commander! Don Guan will pay for his impudence, because the Commander dreamed of revenge!

"I'm bored, the demon ..." ("Scene from Faust") shows what happens when the bored mind becomes really boring: all desires and thoughts drown in the burlesque of memories, and it seems that there is nothing more to wish for.

Three days it rains, which will drive everyone crazy.

How to get rid of loneliness? The only way out is to have fun!

A young man and his friends, husband and wife, are trying to find out which of them the other day they visited their friend.

The girl is sure that he spent the evening with her. But the young man insists on his rightness.

Are they arguing for boredom? Otherwise, extremely improbable circumstances are found out along the way.

One of them claims that he once tried human beings.

Another tells of his difficult relationship with God.

The third is sure that all of his problems can be solved by a psychiatrist. He suffers from depression.

Will they find a common language? Or are they all completely lost in the real world and in their illusions?

A modern absurdist comedy with a light, intelligent and deep text. Every word in its place, sounds weighty and wise.

Charming performance, wonderful direction and beautiful actors.

From the step on the step, the prankster Figaro scrambles up the stairs of his dream.

But the most unexpected obstacles await him. Only he was going to marry his beloved girl - the Earl decided to spend the first wedding night with her according to the old custom of feudal lords.

Figaro persuaded the young peasants. They asked the count to abolish the barbaric custom. But the count again endures the date of the wedding of Figaro!

Then Figaro tries to help the Count's wife to regain the love of her frivolous husband. She will change into the costume of the bride of Figaro and go to his date.

A lot of fun adventures and unexpected plots from the life of the ingenious Figaro, who is able to find a way out of the most incredible and confusing history.

He is loved by all women, and even the enemies point out that he is extremely lucky in all matters.

Remember, Pushkin: "How sad thoughts come to you - open the champagne bottle or read" The Marriage of Figaro. "

It's even better to watch this sparkling performance!

The choice of the groom is a matter of responsibility. Eyes run up: whom to prefer? Who is the most promising, and will carry on his hands, and spoil gifts, and poetry to read romantic?

Like, and there are romantics around: one Dostoevsky loves both in saxophone specialist, another and the poet himself. There is a poor suitor-loser, there are also rich applicants.

Parents, of course, are waiting not to wait, when the daughter will be able to marry profitable. They meet the grooms, the table is laid, entertained by the guests, and they themselves think: who will get their treasure?

What do you think, to whom?

True love does not require loud words.

The love of the father and daughter is very special. - Daddy, do you love me much? "Well, of course, little girl!" Let every girl hear this. And at five and fifty-five.

But she never heard these important words. Instead of confessions of love, only curses poured into her head.

And it's not that she had to divide her father's love for three. I just had no luck with my sisters.

For them, deception is nothing. You can and lie when it comes to inheritance. The king decides to leave the business and transfer the kingdom to his daughters. But how can you separate it so that no one is offended?

And let everyone say how much she loves her daddy. Here, older daughters showed all their talent in acting. In their grasping hands, they get all the wealth of his father.

Indulgent love will show its true face. Betrayal did not take long. The destitute king is on the street.

He rushes through the steppe in search of justice. But in this world of chaos and does not find it. What a fatal mistake.

He was a king, he was just an old man.

The murder occurred in the barbershop, and the investigation is being conducted ... by the audience! Yes Yes! This interactive show gives everyone the opportunity to feel like a real detective.

The play of Paul Portner "Shear Madness" is very popular today and takes an honorable place on the billboard of many theaters.

An intriguing detective story, a non-linear presentation of events, an abundance of vivid characters (but be vigilant, among them a murderer is hiding!) Does not let bored spectators who closely follow the action - after all, they will then be asked about who is the main suspect here. ..

Moscow is quiet, they have become blue distances ...

The revolution is an alarming time, the struggle of friendship, life and death. Souls are worried, worlds collapse, there is no past, the future is unknown.

As the circles from the stone that fell into the water after the revolution, there is still confusion in the hearts of the people.

Moscow is a girl with such a huge name, got in the orphanage. She then bursts into laughter, then bitterly experiences the loss of all meaning of life. The war with the tsarist regime and the red coat were all she wanted.

But the revolution of her hopes did not justify. So many intelligent boyfriends, and she marries a complete jerk.

She did not dream of love, she is love - happiness, chemistry, electric current. In her hands and water can easily boil. She wanted her revolution - that everyone was happy, like her.

And the parachutist, the worker of the military commissariat, then she descends to the underground mine.

But whether she will be able to exchange the whole noise of life for the whisper of one person.

Ranks of greatcoats, coats, rows of builders of communism. Happiness, which was so close, leaves irrevocably and disappears beyond the horizon.

As well as we leave, leaving behind him on the hanger an autumn coat.

What can I say to you, Muscovites, at parting?

Metallurgians are paid - nothing at all, and even when they are fired, at least their teeth are on the shelf. Here six metallurgists were reduced, and new jobs can not be found.

Where to go? Where are the salaries now good? Right, nowhere and nowhere.

Although ... wait! Here is the announcement: a nightclub, a male striptease, and the prices are somewhere, the prices are ... sky-high. That's who lives well-the stripper! And what? A noble profession - I will give pleasure, amuse and amuse myself.

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 ...

"And from below the ice, and from above - I am between."

Vysotsky - is the power, the fury of a raging ocean, sharp rocks and glaciers. Not a storm is a storm.

Singer, poet, actor. Zheglov, Brusentsov, Hamlet ... There is not a single person in our country who does not know the name of Vladimir Vysotsky. He was the idol of many and remained so until now. He is imitated, his poems are read, his songs are sung.

His work, both during his life and after, help to think about life and seek solutions. They help to avoid petty compromise and spiritual resourcefulness.

He thought as the whole generation thought, fearlessly, without embarrassment.

He ascended to the heights of illumination and carried him to the depths of despair, opened the veil of the great truth and renounced it.

And the more time passes from the day of his death, the more clearly we see the enormous scale of his outstanding personality.

He brought all the most sacred, his soul to the audience, hoping that they will understand him. And they understood him. They understand him. He is remembered.

Generations are changing, Vysotsky glues them together.

"Of course, I will sing. Of course, I'll sing - it will not be six months. "