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.

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."

 Victory over the enemy is not only the work of soldiers who fought at the front. A considerable contribution was made by women in the struggle for a victory that was achieved at a hard price.

Young girls, mothers, old women are experiencing a common grief sharply - and in this difficult, painful time they are supported by songs.

Female crying, anxiety, sadness, among which there was always a place of hope and faith in the future, embodied in military songs. In them is the deep experience of the people, not broken by the spirit. 

"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. "

What is Moydodyr famous for?

The fact that all dirty, sluts and lazy people will forcibly wash! Brushes and wool to his aid will call - and let's rub the dirty nose and sides!

So it's better to respect Moidodyyr, do not fight with cleanliness and wash yourself voluntarily! Especially since the water in the bathroom is warm and affectionate, and soap foam is fragrant and tender, and it's much more pleasant to clean than unwashed walk.

Unkempt children, because neither clothes nor blankets with pillows do not like. And how will they take and flee once to the end of the world from sluts? Grieve then become dirty. No, it's better to love cleanliness from childhood!

"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 ...

"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!