"Listen, children: there was a cat in the world, overseas, Angora" and, as it should be for overseas cats, she was glamorous and liked to boast of her refinement: she invited neighbors: a goat with a goat, a rooster with a chicken, a pig, boasted, that he knows how to sing, that the house has beautifully furnished.
Only their nephews, the kittens of minors, did not invite me and did not drink tea: she did not like beggars, who are staggering around the city, they are begging for food.
So the cat's house stood, until it burned down. And how burnt, so suddenly it turned out that there was nowhere to go to the cat! Only to the nephews, whose house - one name: there is no roof, the floors have been eaten by the mouse ...
Just a little bit more - and we will live.
Soon leave, summer. And the real life will begin.
But the problems at work, the relatives decided to unexpectedly arrive, then three extra kilograms ... And a new, happy life does not come.
One girl is waiting for the prince on a white horse, her mother dreams of becoming a professional bridge player, a young man dreams of leaving for Switzerland, a married couple believes that for happiness they lack their own nest.
And all to happiness - a stone's throw. The bright future is looming on the horizon.
You can leave - far away and for a long time. Forever. But, wherever their destiny takes them, they always take with them their fears, doubts, disappointments, themselves.
Time flows through your fingers, but nothing changes. But, it seems, the only thing that will facilitate their existence and vomit from a vicious circle is death.
Funerals are the only thing that can bring diversity to their lives. But they begin to happen with disappointing regularity.
These people are our friends, our neighbors, passers-by, whom we see hundreds every day. And, maybe, it is we ourselves?
Pack your bags, dear friends.
Madness is the door to another world.
Are not we all crazy if we continue to believe in love and friendship? Her error was much more harmless.
A beautiful voice is a real arrow for our heart. Tenderness of sounds softens the rigidity of the world. A truly beautiful voice sinks into the soul once and for all.
He carries his caressing sounds with sounds and fills the whole space, but .. This is not her case.
She thought she could sing. And in fact - voiceless. Again, which of us does not think so? Yes, we have all the show business filled with such nuggets.
But the critics have rubbed their hands in vain for an opportunity to spite. They remained powerless to lay down their hands. To whom it is important who wrote what there, when in a single impulse the hall dies.
And who doubts about her divine soprano - only pathetic envious people.
What does mediocrity mean when you have silver wings behind your back and the thousandth hall explodes in a standing ovation?
Being crazy is not so bad. Do not avoid loonies. They are the happiest people on earth.
And try to sing well so badly.
"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.
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.
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.
Thriller with cabbage filling.
Once in the KVN I heard American blues about Little Red Riding Hood. Since then, I am smiling at her mention ...
This, of course, what should be a brave girl to scratch one. Through the forest. Yes, and with pies. Nobody argues, granny is sacred. But, it seems, Mama does not care at all that her wolf can take a snack.
But then went to a psychological thriller. A sophisticated assassin (besides a wolf) cunningly tries to find out the path for the girl and ... even a patty, a bastard, begged.
Eats the grandmother entirely (just imagine now the size of this monster - the grandmother something to swallow), but the further attention ... disguises (!) In her clothes and remains to wait for the Hood ...
In my opinion, the poor girl is waiting for a big surprise, after she "pulls the string."
Are you ready to please the child with a bright and juicy, musical and very funny fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood"?
Sing songs with all your favorite Hats, think about how to outwit an evil wolf and save a grandmother. And recharge the most radiant energy of this wonderful musical.
In those distant times fairies and sorceress "still lived here and there in the white world."
How beautiful this enchanted kingdom! It is somewhat reminiscent of medieval France.
The beautiful prince and tender princess were separated by an evil sorceress. But they were intended for each other from the very childhood. They even ride together in small carriages!
And now they are forced to look for their soul mate in the woods and dales, along the mountains and distant roads.
But fairies of hope and joy and their little merry elven helpers will help the young. Only first the young man and the girl will have to overcome several obstacles. In every fairy tale they are!
Good will conquer evil, lovers will forget about separation.
Colorful outfits, wonderful melodies and cheerful dance numbers will appeal to both children and their parents. Wonderful performance!
The princess will not be happy with her happiness.
I was having a dream. Not everything in it was a dream.
Poor brides of small county towns. How difficult is it for them to arrange a personal life! No worthy party.
But by a lucky coincidence, a rich prince came to the city alone. Well also what, what aged? The man though where! In addition to youth, nothing was lost.
One of the local ladies, his good friend, in any way trying to pass for him his beautiful daughter. That at first was capricious, but the prospect of loneliness frightens her.
The old prince is glad to be able to regain his youth. And the wedding seems to have already been decided ...
But, what a fairy tale, if there is no villain in it? Denied once a pretender to the hand of the girl is declared to take revenge. The intrigue twists.
Do not believe your eyes, all matchmaking is just a dream, says the insidious villain.
This prince is simply a fatal man. I arrived, spent one day in the city, but left me indelible memories for life. So he left in full confidence that he slept well. A dream ... so little that can dream!
What if our whole life is only a dream of something that will never happen?
A dream is a lifetime.
The darkness will still cover the city hated by the procurator.
Do you know what place on Earth is the most mystical? It's not Stonehenge in England, nor even the castle of Count Dracula, lost among the Carpathian Mountains.
The most mystical place in the world is Moscow. Nowhere else in the world do you find so much devilry, as literally outside the window - in Moscow.
All the most mysterious and incredible is happening within the Garden Ring. At Bolshaya Sadovaya Street, 302-bis, the fifth floor, apt. № 50.
Here there is an unceasing feast of evil spirits - Satan rules the ball here. A mistress of the holiday chose an ordinary Muscovite - Margarita, who cried a lot and was very fond of her Master.
The devil pretended to be an alien to watch how the Muscovites messed up the housing issue, how they steal, cheat and get what they deserved (not without the help of the devil himself).
How could the ancient Roman emperor be hidden in a psychiatric hospital of a Soviet poet? And what does the Master have to do with all that is happening, who has not been able to finish his novel for a long time. And why did this novel change so many fates?
The hour of an unusually hot sunset is already approaching. Annushka had already spilled her oil.