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?

"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?"

Who called him a goat? Now, if a womanizer, and better - a reveler, a scoundrel or a mischievous.

He just loves women, that's why he runs after every skirt.

And silly like butterflies fly to his call. They themselves rush to his neck, forget about the suitors and husbands.

For the sake of a casual affair, I'm ready for anything. He is cynical, sarcastic and reckless. For him to get into a fight - a trifling matter.

The old girlfriend tired him of moralizing. She listened to them in the monastery. But they do not need it. He is already looking for his new victim. And the girl abandoned by him wept bitterly.

He is invited to a peasant wedding. Who will he take with him this time?

Can he deceive the bridegroom who believed him and seduce the young bride?

A faithful servant warned him that it was here that he had once killed the commander. But Don Juan himself the devil is not terrible.

He does not care about conscience and honor. Above all - his minute whims.

But he is sure that everyone else is just like him, only they are hiding it.

"We are all slaves, for that matter, slaves of passions, whims, pleasures.

Over time, warmth and kindness in us perish, to regret. "

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.

Her talent is to drive men mad.

Of course, not the only one. A great actress. A real diamond on the stage.

But will it also be able to brightly shine, faced with mean people?

How interesting to look at the people of the theater outside the scene! They take off their masks and show their faces. Or do they always play like on stage?

It's hard to figure out where the joy is, but where the mountain is, where the theatrical passions are, and where the real ones are.

Young, talented, but inexperienced actress hopes for a successful career in the theater.

It's not good enough to be an actress to play well on stage. The theatrical world dictates its rules - one must be more supportive of some members of society, a little more compliant, then there will be major roles. An actor, after all, is a public profession?

The girl did not see any other way than to go to the keepers. She left to conquer the capital. Well, she is not the first, not the last.

Talent can be profitable to sell.

He waited a long fifteen years. Once he was good-natured, young and naive. It would seem that he should not have had enemies. But the judge put his eye on his wife - and the young barber for nothing was sent to serve life penal servitude.

He escaped from penal servitude, he returned to London fifteen years later. He wants to take revenge on the judge - but the path to revenge is long. And now every counter, any casually wandering client becomes an enemy ...

He forgot what it felt like, long forgotten how to forgive.

How will this horrible story of despair and hatred end?

Everyone is unhappy in his own way. But not everyone can survive the grief.

Old people go to their beloved children. Their hearts are full of tenderness. Will they reach it?

An eighty-year-old stonemason from a poor Jewish town goes to Vilnius to meet his son. His boy shot at the governor! The father must see him, perhaps for the last time.

Together with the old man, his neighbor, a water carrier, set off on his way. His son has lived in America for a long time. Send papa photos of grandchildren. The neighbor hopes to meet with his son in Palestine.

The third fellow traveler is almost blissful. The grocer lost his mind when the shop burned down. I went with them just for the company. He dreams of becoming a tree and thus gaining eternal life.

They remember their bitter life, full of endless losses, grievances and disappointments.

On the way they will visit the wedding and funeral, they will meet people wise and stupid, sad and funny.

Among them, the white-haired rabbi and his daughter, dreaming of the groom, the restless horse thief and the noisy band of his children.

Is it possible a miracle? It is so important for them to find peace of mind.

"Wherever we go, wherever we go, we go and go to our children. And they go and go to the opposite side from us further and further. And we will never meet with them. "

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.

"Today it hurts so much, my tears are tearing my eyes, these tears involuntarily I drop in silence ..."

Two stories. They smile, sad, sometimes even cry, thinking about those they once loved. Even if it's a question of a chance meeting.

How long ago it was! All of them - in the darkness of memory, in the souls of the soul ...

Was Shura happy in her life? She remembers not only her three husbands, but also those who did not become hers.

Did she overlook her love? In her cozy little world with white napkins, cups of coffee and delicious cupcakes, there is no place for strong feelings.

She goes for a walk in a fashionable hat in her youth with lace and worries that she can never fix her mistakes. The past can not be returned!

In the second, surprisingly sincere story, the old tailor Emmanuel recalls with his humor his beloved woman, his dear Rose.

Retro-performance about the uniqueness of the life path of each of the people. Actors are amazingly singing romances, playing the guitar.

How important it is to cherish your loved ones!

Oh, these absinthe dreams!

The atmosphere of the old French cafe reigns on the stage: here they came to dissolve in drowsy dreams to dream and dream ...

The green light looms everywhere - it is a reflection of greenish absinthe, a terrible potion now forbidden.

It gives birth to visions.

But not only does it envelops and stupefies - the music is stronger than the green charms of the drink. Visitors to the cafe sing: four voices, four characters, four fates, four sung stories. Here it is, the ability to pour out the soul in the song!

Who wins on the calculation, he does not ask about age.

Misha Balzaminov is already twenty-five, and it's impossible to marry. And who will marry him?

It hurts him to be enthusiastic and weak-willed. No work is not good. Only sigh, but he knows how to dream about a rich bride.

His mother from the very childhood spoiled, that's grown a little bit big, but unreasonable.

Some women are around him. Therefore, he himself is like a woman.

He has only one hope - to matchmaker. Her aunt is quick and self-serving.

Such a bride should get him out of the ground.

And she did not disappoint Misha. There is in her mind a merchant woman, Belotelov, a rich widow. Yes, so lazy that even from home does not come out.

Balsaminov is happy. It's not for nothing that he was looking for a bride for so long.

"For what you will go, you will find."