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.
You never know what to expect from this bohemian. Creative people are freakish, cruel. They live by their own whims. One word is eccentrics.
They sit, drink tea on their verandah, grasshoppers chirp around, trains rustle. And I think about how to simply bring people into that "bright, kind."
Chatters, of course, but willing to people of good. They will suffer, posokrushayutsya about the fate of the motherland and go to play cards.
Taking on the role of the builder of human souls, the soft-baked writer himself can not keep track of his women.
His wife is ready for everything for him, even to close his eyes to his betrayal. She, of course, forgives, but she always gets a handkerchief out of her pocket.
Writers generally have an amnesty for adultery. What to do, these are the costs of the profession - the muse is always necessary.
It is desirable with a pretty face, tight curls and a slim figure. By the way, the groom of the muse is a revolutionary, and such people do not live long.
Wife - husband - mistress ... but the classic love triangle instantly crumbles and turns into a square when a new woman appears, young and inexperienced.
Fiction is you. The only truth is happiness ... Will he find his restless literator, Lovelace?
"The thing is that a woman wants to live her life, and a man wants to live his own life. And everyone tries to reduce the other from the right path. "
Can I teach a simple flower girl to speak English like a duchess?
The professor of phonetics promised his friend that he would do it and took the smudge in his London mansion.
If only he knew that he had to go through with her!
Moods, claims and reproaches are half the battle. Communication with her impudent dad scavenger of any will drive mad!
But the girl was not only nice and charming, but also a diligent student.
She sings very nice and dances well. I liked the beauty even of the professor's mother.
Can an aristocrat love a commoner? But he was already so used to it ...
And it is not easy for him to believe. A trustworthy girl can be deceived by anyone.
"Did you meet men who would be decent in dealing with women?"
He is "part of the strength of that which does good without numbers, wishing evil to all."
Meet! The mysterious Mephistopheles is not a gloomy old man, but a handsome modern guy, elegantly dressed and attractive. He even wears a fashionable hat!
With him you can have fun chatting about the philosophy and oddities of the female soul, drinking wine.
But he has some sinister charm and magnetism ...
Mephistopheles promises to Dr. Faust unknown pleasure.
And he introduces the scientist to Margarita, a very young girl, a pure soul.
Does a depraved doctor kill her? She is so naive!
Mephistopheles dances tango and compliments Margarita. Why did he need this farce? Is it possible to behave this way?
Faust will reflect on the mystery of love. He is interested in the meaning of human life. Why is he so tormented, suffering and mad with passions? What is the tragedy of his life?
Love can destroy a person. But can you sacrifice your life for her?
Faustus vehemently accuses Mephistopheles of his vicious inclinations. An unexpected answer awaits him.
The performance is based on ancient German legends about a mysterious doctor who met the devil and sold him his soul.
Whether Doctor Faust will sacrifice himself for the sake of Margarita, who was ruined by him.
Mystical performance, colorful show.
"Let the person be no more than the eye of an ant - but the personality is a person! So I think! "
The Horton elephant is an example of honesty and decency, from someone, and it's not a shame to learn from him! It does not matter which creature is big, small or very tiny, the elephant Horton treats everyone with the greatest respect. It is a person, even a tiny one. He will not let him exterminate the city, even if this city is the size of a fuzz!
And if an elephant had to sit out an egg, he would not abandon the chick for anything in the world. And cold and hunger are not terrible to him, because the main thing is not to let the egg freeze, from there the whole person will soon hatched! And it turned out that a slogan came out of the egg - after all, his elephant was hatching! Whatever you say, and this was a worthy retribution for his labors - the elephant Horton was happy when he saw the toddler!
So, in the MDT of Pushkin, the first after the new year premiere!
Incendiary comedy, in which there is a place and a detective, and melodrama and even social satire, but for now ...
Let's move to a wonderful place for now. It is a luxurious provincial city, which, as it might seem at first glance, is completely alien to the stormy passions, everything here exists in peace and quiet. But…
But there is an old house in this town where two charming old women live, Greta and Rosa. And so life turns out that their house is needed by everyone, because under it is land, which costs a lot of money. And what to do with this at all?
And the old women are brisk, and do not look alike, although they are connected by many years together. Though, the greatest value in their life is nephews. Let the guys do not "succeed" - but still their own and their own. One is a missed film producer, the second is a convict who escaped from prison.
And it seems even this is not too unusual phenomenon, but .. Both nephews appear in the house of their aunts at the very moment when the old women are trying to figure out where to put the corpse unconsciously from where it came ....
"You've wiped the revolution from your face - and you look great!"
The vicious Marquise was imprisoned for seventeen years.
From boredom, he painted portraits of his enemies and began to talk with them.
Evil enemies he placed in an imaginary theatrical box and tried to play along with them a play, which he himself came up with.
Is the Marquis de Sade on the verge of insanity?
But he reasoned reasonably enough. He even turns to God.
Did he renounce his addictions? It is high time for him to think about those whom he once humiliated, offended, punished.
He is visited by a woman who still loves the Marquis.
A stylish and exquisite performance based on the witty imagination of Andrei Maximov.
An uncontrollable dreamer looks more worthy than the pragmatists around him.
"A servant is one who lives in a constant fear of losing something; One who never does acts under the influence of emotions, but always calculates: if I do so and so-so will I lose or gain? "
Behave yourself properly. You're not at school.
School is a huge part of our life. We grow among these naked painted walls, concrete staircases, painted desks and the smell of overcooked buckwheat from the dining room.
Toddlers fervently stick to school, swinging from the weight of the satchel from side to side. The older the person, the smaller the backpack.
And then comes the day when a brazen and self-assured high school student, putting his hand in his pocket, comes with one notebook in all subjects. Of course, it does not go to the first lesson.
The last year in school. Last year in this prison cell. Ahead is uncertainty.
But no matter how fate develops, we will always remember. His teachers and classmates, the director, the head teacher, how they were amused at the changes. How to forget ...
And of course remember it. Teachers of chemistry. He also dreamed. And his dream was not destined to be fulfilled either. A quiet alcoholic, a city madman.
But, at me, at me, maybe, still it will turn out? Can it not be too late to do what you want?
In the meantime, get up early and run. To run to school. Let there be no lessons, everything is better than messing with the disgusting children of my aunt. And my mother is far away ... And so alone.
Unhappy school years.