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?"
Luis, the young bride, is very pretty, but not for the beauty chose her fiancé: he marries money, and most important for him is the dowry that the bride's father promised. And Luis is in love with another ... How to be?
The resourceful duenna, the girl's teacher, will come to the rescue. She will change outfits with attire and give herself out for Louis. Here the merchant will sit in a puddle: marrying a duenier instead of Luis ... And the duenna will turn from a simple educator into a rich married woman. And Luis herself will marry out of love for Dona Antonio! Yes, and parents eventually with such a turn of affairs will reconcile, in fact for them it is most important that the daughter was happy, and money - business acquired!
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.
How much in our life was associated with notes, letters, telegrams!
We carefully store one of the notebooks of the first-grade son, the letters of the groom from the army and the wife from the hospital.
What a pity that very soon even friends will not recognize each other's handwriting! We are still now, and in the future we will increasingly use a computer.
Eugene Grishkovets sincerely and confidently reflects on how the modern world has changed. It's sad to part with even such a trifle as a blotter from a school notebook.
Writing typewriters became unnecessary, the postage stamps, fountain pens and pen drawers were gone.
Few people in our time remember birch bark letters, the letters on which our ancestors wrote. Even many books began to be read only on electronic media.
The memory of the past is important for each of us. With light sadness and nostalgia I want to remember school notebooks and textbooks, institute notebooks and abstracts, paper geographic maps. They were an important part of our lives.
We regret the past. Dear memories, how they warm the soul ...
The sheep from the wolves did not live at all.
With sheep to live, in sheep's bleat. Deceit, deceit, all around deceit. Aerobatics of infamy - lure lamb in a wolf pack. Impeach that once there are horns, then he is also a predator. And very dangerous. Of course, the final is predictable.
A young widow dreams of happiness and love. And everything with her - beauty, wealth. And she does not know what passions are all around her. A wolf pack of rascals for her money arranged a bickering.
One merzenky landowner dreams of marrying her nephew. But for every athlete there is a Chinese who will beat all the records. On every scoundrel there is a reptile more abusive.
The neighbor is not so simple at all. The young widow and his capitals liked him. Just came and took what he wanted. If you have hooves and white curly hair, and you are not very confident in yourself, do not contact the wolves. It will be very bad.
Do not feed the wolf, he will not become a dog.
"Never talk to strangers."
Woland, the prince of darkness, along with his retinue arrives in Moscow in the thirties of last century. He is young, elegant, handsome and speaks Russian with a Georgian accent.
He will help the Master regain the novel burned by the writer and connect with his beloved woman, the redheaded Marguerite.
How difficult it is for thinking people in difficult times! Next to them - informers, traitors and executioners. Soviet time does not promise them anything good.
They tend to escape from the pitch darkness, suffer and suffer. Only love pleases their exhausted hearts.
At the ball at Satan, huge busts of Lenin and Stalin are danced. The era of terror is cruel, absurd and ridiculous.
Directed by Roman Viktyuk as always brilliantly staged a performance that is more like a colorful theatrical show. Phantasmagoria with circus numbers, speeches of the leaders and Soviet songs of pre-war time.
Great play of actors, striking costumes and scenery.
A new reading of the great novel by Mikhail Bulgakov.
"Manuscripts do not burn."
Fires of military roads. They can burn your soul to the ground.
There is a grief that can not be experienced.
The mother of adult twin children asks them to go to Lebanon, to her homeland and find a father and an older brother. They never saw their relatives.
Brother and sister fulfill the last will of the mother.
But they could not even imagine how many troubles had to be experienced by their mother.
She was a Muslim, she lived in a small village. The only one of all my relatives learned to read and write.
In the second third of the twentieth century in the Middle East raging war. She gave birth to the first son in prison, quite young. He was taken from her. All the searches for the child were in vain.
Horrors of war haunted her. After many years, she again went to jail. Loud sang in the cell to drown out the screams of those who were tortured by the villains. She was raped by a jailer who turned out to be her eldest son.
Is he the father of twins?
Passion in this performance reaches the level of the ancient Greek tragedy.
The dark past keeps terrible secrets. Do not try to look into hell.
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.
When an actor takes on such a genre as a "solo performance", based on the work of Dostoevsky ... all the action turns into a kind of ritual.
Cleansing, confessional, full of subtle soul harmonies, which can not be ignored or denied.
Is it possible to save a person? Someone will say unambiguous "yes", someone will notice "everything depends on the situation". But for the hero of this confession - she herself is an instrument for the salvation of another person, close and dear to him. He seems to sacrifice himself, trying to save the one that, it would seem, can not be saved.
And now confession right in front of the dead hall turns into a real song of love. Love is doomed and at the same time filled with almost insane hope. And it is from her that prayer is born. The only one able to save the hero, whose soul is wounded by inconsolable grief and despair. Does he believe in words that he whispers in desperate silence?
And the space around him - meager and meager according to circumstances, only emphasizes this doomed hopelessness. His despair and insane tenderness, his hope, the last turning into a mysterious song. Which is sure to find a response in any soul that will hear it.
And after hearing it, it is worth stopping and thinking about the fact that life is still finite and often it happens that it breaks off suddenly. So should we lose important and precious moments of life?
"We are responsible for those who have tamed."
So says a kind boy who turned out to be a guest from space.
He has amazing friends.
Among them - a beautiful, but capricious Rose. She can prick the boy with her thorns, although deep down she loves him very much, is grateful for his care and misses being apart from the Little Prince.
The lantern will teach the boy to be true to this word and fulfill his duty. He always lights up lights on his little planet in time.
When he lights his lantern, the boy seems that another star or flower is born in the world. So everyone should do.
Another friend, a wise Fox, will tell the Little Prince that "to love is not to look at each other, it means to look in one direction." He will become a lonely boy a true friend, loyal and reliable.
And the yellow Snake will help the boy from Earth to return home, to a distant planet, lost among distant stars.
A wise tale about a naive boy, his generosity and strength of mind. It is fervently loved by both children and adults.