"There is no one in the house, but all the seats are occupied!"
Maid Anna is in a panic. She promised to go to relatives, but stayed in the house of her masters. Money pity on the road.
My husband had to go on a business trip, but returned to the house with his mistress. Only this fat cow was not enough here! Such a respectable gentleman.
And the wife is still a thing! Not only that, with her hysterics, she got her husband, she also got dragged home with a young lover. But she promised to visit her parents!
What now Anna with them to do with all? And this is what they call a muddle! I'd look at myself ... It's not going to work out all right.
They can not be found! It requires a general's strategy and tactics of the marshal, so that these two pairs of doves accidentally do not bump into each other.
The humorously comical sitcom of the world-famous Mark Camoletti.
"It happens that servants of servants migrate to the king".
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!
"A man who has been under the heel, is able to endure any hairpin."
Even the news that his wife has a second husband.
She works as a conductor of a long-distance train. And for many years running from one city to another. The schedule does not change. In one of them she has a caring husband and daughter. In the other, another husband.
The men got courage and decided to meet with each other. How long will this continue? She must stay with someone else!
But they are so different ... One is breathtakingly elegant, prepares her delicious food. The other is a real man who does not tolerate tears, sobs and sighs. If only it did not come to a fight!
They will remember it all! The intriguer finds out what they think of her. How could they be so humiliated? So many years of being so cunning and deceiving!
But the clever and wise woman will reconcile them. She will be helped by an amazing sense of humor.
An incisive comedy with funny jokes and jokes.
The strength of a woman is in her weakness.
Philosophy for improving digestion.
Somewhere there are torrential rains, but in Koenigsberg, the weather is fine. In general, everything is fine, except for one strange thing: the birds do not fly away, and the apples do not fall. Something is really wrong here.
A good topic for a good dinner. As well as, for example, why fly balloons, or why chairs stagger.
How strange that the clock in this room resolutely refuses to tick.
And lunch is a good reason to gather with friends and develop a philosophy. Quietly and slowly. They generally do not hurry. Table talk for them is almost a religious ritual.
Words, words, words ... that's all in all, what they left us. But is it so little?
So it is not enough to understand what's what, where, where, where and why, what really is, and what a dream. Is it not enough to disrupt the human soul in small pieces and lay it down on the shelves?
Everything would go as usual, if there was no ringing at the door ... A beautiful young girl disappeared as quickly as she appeared.
Philosophers have an answer for everything. Except one - who is this girl and why did she come? Getting an autograph was just an excuse for something else ...
The golden autumn will one day end. And on the ground from the trees fall thousands of apples.
Where does the dream end and reality begin? Where does life end and art begins? He himself was never able to tell where his pretense ends and sincerity begins.
But even great psychologists can not understand where genius ends and madness begins.
Moody, hysterical, eccentric to insanity. Nobody so loved to attract attention.
Kiss, kiss it from head to foot, from the big toes on the feet through the crown to the heels. All is in love and kindness.
And the only suit worthy of him is the king's clothes. Or the queens. As his highness willed.
The world will have to make room. And it's a big question whether he will keep it.
You can treat it differently, but you can not recognize its genius. He was a genius in the womb of his mother. Who else could create his art from dreams?
Canvas, paints, powerful strokes - so a miracle is born. Thus the chief troublemaker of the tranquility of the inhabitants is born.
But to really soar into heaven, he lacked only her ... The last step to the summit of the world.
Shock. Catharsis. Applause.
Are you able to believe in a miracle?
The first is lyrical, and the second is a fantastic story from the life of an ordinary person who had to live in the USSR in the second half of the last century.
A middle-aged man and woman are planning to make a fictitious marriage. They discuss all the shortcomings and advantages of this decision, in the interim by eating sprats, which in those years were considered a delicacy.
They seriously talk about the behests of Lenin, discuss the possibility of life on other planets, dream of obtaining the author's certificate of the inventor.
Even in difficult years of queues and shortages, the main thing was everyday life with family worries and joys, and not a battle for the triumph of communism.
Will these two find their happiness?
The second story is about a random phone call of a forty-year-old man who lived in the seventies of the twentieth century. He managed, or rather, was lucky, to talk with a thirteen-year-old girl from the besieged Leningrad. Through the years, through the distance ...
Did they understand each other?
Hurry to do good.
In this piercing solo performance, Yevgeny Grishkovets speaks with a man on behalf of ... hearts.
How rarely people listen to the call of their heart! This pulsating rhythm that sustains our life remains often unnoticed.
The heart is afraid of man: guided by the arguments of the mind, he often forgets about the affairs of the heart. And meanwhile, perhaps this person should have been afraid of his heart, it has great power over him!
The heart, as they say, you will not order. Maybe it's worth trying to agree peacefully with him? What is it whispering about? ..
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.
Attention! The most intimate, the masculine ...
... "There would be sex, like a cigarette shoot: girl, sorry, but you will not have sex? "Oh, no, I quit."
It would be so interesting for every woman to overhear men's conversations! After all, they talk about women and about marriage, about sports, about cars, about money, about work and about their dreams.
Why is the beautiful sex still does not understand that sex with a beloved woman is fundamentally different from having sex with an unloved?
Does anybody know why you need to urgently transfer the grandmother across the road, until someone else did it?
Can I change my wife with sausage?
How exactly can the fascists understand the personal problems?
Men always remain children. Impudent, puzatenkimi, balding, but very nice babes. True, the first forty years of their childhood are always the most difficult ...
This theater can rightly be called one of the most popular.
Witty performances collect complete rooms.
The actor's talent for artists is worthy of a storm of applause.
Interesting reasoning about the male and female logic.
Laugh from the heart and take note, dear ladies.
"Can a black horse bite a bit?" Is it really my dear ... "
What amazing Russians people described Vasily Shukshin in his stories! One is more colorful than the other.
All of them are united by their curiosity for life and the desire to learn the truth, and not idle speculation.
Among them, a curious, thrifty and lonely old peasant, whose adult children have long gone to the city.
He suffers from a hangover, pestering the questions of the boy who lives in his hut. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a doctor, he studies well. He with such joy tells his grandfather about long-distance space flights.
The mechanic is worried that in the Gogol's bird-troika there goes the swindler Chichikov. He does not even know how to explain this to his son.
And why should this fastidious rushing? Where should he hurry? Do people fool? He and the teacher discuss it. He will think about it, but he will not give a reasonable answer.
In the play there are a lot of old Russian songs, almost forgotten, intimate and touching.
Heroes yearn, suffer from injustice, but do not surrender and do not betray friends.
"Do I resemble such an innocent one?"