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.

On the eve of winter and the expectation of summer.

We all live in anticipation of a miracle. Waiting for happiness and love.

What are we just ready to do to achieve this? And then, to save and keep?

Is it possible to call a tangle of passion, hatred, melancholy and romance - love? And what does true love look like?

They were ready for anything for the sake of love. They were ready to commit mortal sin for the sake of their feelings.

Life is a worthy price for love? If love is an infinite good, can it atone for murder?

In this endless series of difficult questions, they simply try to be happy. But is it possible to build happiness on the misfortune of another?

Once a former classmate, now a district policeman calls her a summons. Her husband is missing. However, the spouse did not disappear. He's just no more, she killed him. Now no one will beat her, and there are no more barriers to their love.

But the ugly reality does not give a chance to sincere feelings. Madness comes with the ghost of her husband, now caring, sober and worried about the happiness of the children. Is he now alive than all living people?

Such a different - the love of people ...

Love it? People?

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!