You are responsible for those who have tamed.

A good person will not abandon a friend in need, even a dog.

Poor artists, grandfather and his grandson give short presentations to the rich inhabitants of the Crimean dachas. The old man once took a little boy to be brought up by a drinking cobbler.

But they are thrown very little money, sometimes even a trained poodle has nothing to feed. They have no other income.

Funny tricks and jumps through the hoop of a white fluffy dog ​​are rejoiced by rich children in fancy suits on their shoulders. And the old man twists an ancient barrel organ that plays a dull German waltz.

One day a boy ran out of a luxurious house, tried by parents and servants. But he was capricious, and then he wanted to see a street performance with a poodle.

The dog liked the barchuk so much that he asked his mother to buy it. Stamping with your feet!

The artists gave up a lot of money. Soon a messenger from that family came to them and once again asked to sell the poodle. I was upset that I did not persuade my grandfather and the boy.

And then the poodle disappeared. Will a disconsolate boy find a four-legged friend?

Betray friends - the last thing, worse than nowhere.

Means from inheritance. Do not be sad, if only the cat got into the inheritance. But he is in boots!

The younger son of the miller does not despair. Brothers do not envy. He's so young. There will be a holiday on its street.

With such a cheerful assistant as a resourceful cat, any business is on the shoulder.

Decided to marry the princess - it worked. True, I had to visit many wars, but the main thing was the result.

And on the way he fought with a hurricane, and met with a wise wizard.

Most of all he liked the beautiful princess on the lake on a boat to swim. There he confessed her love to her.

But other heroes of the fairy tale think only of tender feelings.

The lady-in-law wants the king very much. It is only unclear whether the king himself or his kingdom is more to her

Took a fancy.

A good fairy tale should end with a wedding. There will be two - even better.

Just lucky if the black cat crosses the road! Cats only bring happiness!

"I bless you on the road. After the enemies there will always be friends. Fight where it is possible, thank God. And, of course, there you have to fight where you can not. "

How great it is to see on the stage the heroes of a beloved childhood book about faithful friends! Even better, if they sing such mischievous and melodic songs that they want to sing along.

The heroes of the great novel Dumas become even closer to us. Charming, brave, favorites beautiful ladies ... Everyone is crazy about musketeers. One for all and all for one!

"Duelists, bully, you blades crossed again! You fight for the sake of fighting, for the sake of laughter you pour blood. "

And their enemies are worthy, to become brave warriors. They weave insidious intrigues to plot against the queen of France.

"The spies are there, the spies are here. Without them, you can not get up, without them you can not sit down. "

A wonderful song is sung by the guards of the cardinal!

"His Eminence, we were promised heavenly bliss in heaven. As long as life is on earth, let him talk ... he is for us before Satan. "

Finally, the most beloved.

"Time, it's time to rejoice in our time. A beauty and a cup, a happy blade. For now, while, shaking their feathers on their hats, fate will more than once whisper - merci boku. "

The Frenchman, a military pilot who participated in the battles of World War II, he was and remained primarily the son of his mother: no one's praise, no one's approval can be more important to him than her encouraging, inspirational words.

And even after, in peacetime, he will remain true to his filial love, living other people's lives in his novels, remembering the unforgettable Her - his mother.

They were closely connected by the bonds of mutual understanding, when he was still a child, and this connection can not be interrupted.

Guided by her decisions, driven by her willpower, he understood how much the value of motherly and filial love - he, who felt life so fine, passed the war and disaster, that he was born to become a writer.

The wicked sorcerer disliked the gentle, beautiful fairy and bewitched her! From now on, the fairy is a little defenseless girl. She lives in the forest ... Who will help her to regain her former appearance?

Only those who are brave in heart and are able to do good deeds unselfishly, can save the fairy from the spell. Yes, that's just not everyone will pass such a test, because those who help others free of charge and with a pure heart, not so much in this world. And all those who showed cowardice are imprisoned by a sorcerer ...

Will the lumberjob Goran manage to go through hard trials and help the fairy?

"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.

All, all, all - this is who do you think? Maybe Cova, Donkey Eeyore and Piglet? Or maybe it's Robin's family and friends?

Mom is so similar to the pink Piglet, Dad - to the very Winnie the Pooh, eternally sad uncle - the spitting donkey Eeyore, and the grandmother - the same wise as the owl.

Here they are, all the time, each has his own habits and character.

With them it is not easy, and not always they get on peacefully, but in the end they still find a common language, because together they form a small but important world.

Who would Vinnie be without his friends-buddies? How sad and lonely it would be for Robin to live without his relatives!

The woman Dog tamed, lured him with a sweet bone, now the Dog will sit on a leash and guard the dwelling, now he - along with the Man, lives in his family. Now he is home.

The woman has tamed the cow: the cow was tempted by a succulent grass, fragrant hay, has agreed to stand in a stall, to give to the person milk, to be - a domestic cow.

I tamed the Horse, now the Horse serves the man, there was also the horse once-wild, but became-home.

And Cat? It would be useful to tame a cat, she would catch mice and cradle a child, rumble and mourn, sing songs to him ... Yes, only how will you tame it, masterful? She walks by herself ...

"Is it ... my only assignment on earth is to destroy other people's hopes?"

Grigory Pechorin and condemns his character, and admires himself.

So I want to believe in the sincerity of this clever and talented person, but his cynicism first guards, and then scares.

He does not speak well of anyone! It ridicules love and friendship, mocks the closest people.

He is not confused by the difference in age, nor the illness, nor the injury of a person.

A sharp tongue rarely led anyone to the good.

Why does he reject the tender feelings of a sweet girl, ready to give him her heart?

Listen to the ironic and sorrowful confession of one whom one does not want to call a hero of his time.

"I sometimes despise myself ... Is it because I despise others?"

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

We are all not who we say we are. Someone wants to seem better than he really is. And someone tries on a mask from selfish interests.

This young man suffered greatly from his poverty. Well very much suffered. What kind of life, when all thoughts are only concerned with how to survive? I had to get out. After trying on a monastic robe, he went to look for a better share.

So what, what a lie. Everyone is lying. Literature is a lie. Advertising is a lie. Our banking system is a lie. Our whole life is one continuous clot of lies.

This blower acted on a big scale. I got wind of my confidence in the owner of the house, almost married my young daughter, looked at his wife with amiability. It is not difficult to deceive a person if he wants to.

But greed fraera ruined. The round sum of money, which was in his hands, brought him to clean water. Not every lie is a salvation.

What strikes harder? Lying or truth? There is no difference when your hands are handcuffed.