Look at you, Carnival!

Ah, Ahov! Do not be afraid, there will be a great post for you.

A rich merchant, full-full of his box and chintz, and brocade, and money. And the money is for the bride.

I'm used to trading, and even love affairs go in the form of buying and selling. In the morning money is in the evening wife. In the evening the wife - in the morning money.

But he can consoled himself as much as he likes with the thought that money solves everything. I forgot that people are not a commodity. And for marriage, such a thing as feelings is necessary.

Who could have imagined that a nephew, passionately in love with a girl, would intervene in the event? One misfortune is that he is as poor as a church mouse.

There is a hard choice before a homeless woman: reluctant to marry a decrepit but rich old man and arrange a mother's life or give herself up to a sense of impatience and poverty, but the happiness to live with a sweet shop assistant?

But before the fateful choice are all participants in the events. How to be a mother? To sacrifice the welfare of her daughter or her happiness? A merchant? Continue to all tyrannize, seeking his own, or to accept his fate?

The young man reflects on whether to continue to humble himself before his uncle or get courage and send him to hell?

In the main place, do not eat each other.

What a stupid, absurd war - neither to give nor take a cabaret.

The beginning of the First World War. The Germans want to fight, for them the war is a valorous adventure, a heroic adventure. The French are also ready. For them, military actions are a series of romantic feats and beautiful victories.

What neither those nor the others expected was the long, painfully prolonged hell in which they walked. The pernicious days of shooting, when those who yesterday played together in football today are mercilessly killing each other. Terrible days of trench wait, when you have to lie in the mud, tolerate lice and diseases and reap, wait, wait ... When is the end?

It is not for nothing that it is said that at the end of the war soldiers often do not remember why they went to her at first. War erases all human, including memory, leaving only a raid of inhuman breath of bloodshed.

Metallurgians are paid - nothing at all, and even when they are fired, at least their teeth are on the shelf. Here six metallurgists were reduced, and new jobs can not be found.

Where to go? Where are the salaries now good? Right, nowhere and nowhere.

Although ... wait! Here is the announcement: a nightclub, a male striptease, and the prices are somewhere, the prices are ... sky-high. That's who lives well-the stripper! And what? A noble profession - I will give pleasure, amuse and amuse myself.

Together - more fun! And the rain is afraid to be more cheerful, and the echoes to be called out, and the secret language to invent ...

And it's impossible to divide singly and singly into singles, it's absolutely necessary to have a comrade there!

In general, without a friend anywhere. Therefore, the kitten Gav and the puppy made friends. Now they go to visit each other and walk together.

Where it became more interesting to live! It is necessary, say, a puppy for a cutlet to hide. Then the kitten will help him: hide it in the stomach, and deal with the end. No one will find a cutlet anymore, no one will take it!

"Only once in a life there is a meeting, only time destiny breaks a string. Once in a cold winter evening I so want to love! "

With a lady, everyone treats politely. She put a man in place with a glance.

And how does a bomzhiha, a station wagon from one of the Moscow stations, do it? To her to aristocrats - as to a star!

From prison and from the bag do not renounce. The young woman had to go to jail. But she did not lose her cheerfulness, charm and inquisitiveness of her mind. These qualities could be envied by the most successful business ladies.

At the railway station, life was reduced to a ragwort with a secular lion, a popular TV presenter. Simply handsome and a monster. And they can not tear themselves apart from each other ...

Is this cool aunt for the capital's dandy lifebuoy?

Then they will dance remarkably, and she will sing a compassionate romance.

Yes, and the waiter came across some strange one. Bartenders at work are forbidden to drink!

And he needs her help?

If it were not for the women, for whom would the peasants rely in their stupid life?

And some woman, more than forty years old, called her dear ...

This is the confession of a man in love.

Raskoloshmatili his soul, raskoloshmatili. Shivers. To hell with it. She collected it in pieces. Glued fragments of the wounded poet.

Treated him with his love. Only love and you can treat. There is no better medicine in the world. Other countries, different life. She wanted to take him to the end of the world, where there was no one else. Only she and he.

She treated him with her dance. Spun it around in a whirlwind of his passion. Only a genius can become worthy of her body.

Dance and poetry, movement and lyrics are interwoven into one. They wrote their stories with tears, they wrote their stories with blood.

And holding hands, it's already so scary to sweep into the abyss. If you run, then go all out. If you scream, then up to the swollen veins on the temple. If you love, then at the rupture of the aorta.

Verses do not make a person a poet. That's what makes love do.

All the secret one day will be revealed!

Paolino and Carolina have long been in love with each other, and even managed to get married secretly! And now suddenly the Count with the offer of his hand appeared, wants to marry on Caroline!

What do Paolino and Caroline? Tell her father everything? To run away? They are already beginning to prepare for the escape, but the whole house runs to the noise ...

And why not ask for forgiveness and blessings from your father? Loving hearts have nothing to hide! Especially since the count without a bride will not remain: he can marry sister Caroline, Lisette, behind whom a weighty dowry, by the way, gives!

Podkustovy vypolzene.

How to give birth to a brilliant idea? It turns out that working on radio is a very laborious and ridiculous process. A marathon is planned, which should be tied to a significant event.

A team of creative employees will transform a lost longboat in the Sea of ​​Japan into a huge cruise liner. A small zoo on its board in the apple of the eye of the red book.

Thus, the whole country is taken for the salvation of the hymenoptera, tufted black hills, and podkustovogo crawling. Meanwhile, at the studio, jokers are trying to shave someone during the broadcast, set fire to a paper in his ear and slip a completely absurd text in his colleague.

But the main fun is yet to come! The secretary fed the whole company with delicious pies that rode in the train for a whole week ...

The play with the participation of N. Grishaeva, M. Vitorgan, M. Polizeymako and, of course, the inimitable quartet produces the effect of an exploded bomb.

The film with the same name won the hearts of thousands of spectators.

It's funny, witty, vital and very talented. The story of one evening radio broadcast turns into an unforgettable comedy.

It is not worth the village without a righteous man.

Devotees, righteous, kind souls. They are hard on them.

Such is Maria Khristoforovna, a modest retiree. She was born in the village, working as a cleaner.

For her to help another - how to breathe. Can not pass by someone else's trouble.

How else? This was born, not at sixty the same years to change.

She has neither happiness nor money. I worked all my life - I did not save anything.

The most bitter is that she buried all her relatives. And in place of the old cemetery, the city authorities made the lake. Even the dear graves she did not have.

The adopted son did foolish things, got to prison. How many more sorrows will she have to endure?

So she fantasizes. So it's easier for her. Describes how the daughter of Brezhnev himself came to the store with gold braids. And her father walked around the city without security.

Marusenka sees in the dream of an old man. Does God call her to himself? She is tired of carrying her cross, such a heavy burden.

And why did she only intervene in the drunken fight of teenagers?

A true courage to help your neighbor. On such people the earth holds.

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.