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!

Favorite songs of our Soviet past. Well, if among them will be your favorite.

Most, of course, about love.

"Where the maple rustles over the river wave, we talked about love with you. Noisy that maple, the field is haunted by the haze, and love, like a dream, passed by. "

But there are also hooligan-table women: "Bells-bells are ringing. Our horses raced for two hours in a row. Our horses have become tense - the long journey. Is not it time for us to wave a glass? "

The broken songs of the time when the Moscow residence permit was almost an unattainable dream.

"Mom, I love the janitor!" Mom, I'll go for the janitor! Janitor without problems and risk

In a moment will make a residence permit. That's why I like janitors! "

And of course, compassionate, touching the soul: "Stand by the locomotive, do not rush, wheels. Conductor, press the brakes. I hasten to see my mother's mother with the last greet to appear on the eyes. "

But the mischievous, of course, more. Among them, an unforgettable "Chicken roasted".

Come! You will not regret.

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?

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. "

In Moscow, there are places that can be called "Bulgakov": here the writer lived and worked, funny stories happened to him there. But especially the interests of those locations, which placed the author of the heroes of the novel "The Master and Margarita."

In places that played an important role in the life of Mikhail Bulgakov, and in those places that are noted in the novel, the guests of the excursion will be lucky with the retro tram "302-BIS". If you dive into the past, if you dive headlong into the world of the Bulgakov novel, then only on such a tram - stylish, beautiful. Such a tram - like an echo of the past times, missed several decades, which passed unnoticed.

But Moscow, undoubtedly, has changed. What did Bulgakov's contemporaries and the author of the "Master and Margarita" see? ..

Write me letters. I will read. Then, someday, look through together.

Can I read someone else's letters? No, but I want to!

Especially if they are addressed to adults, dear mom and dad, lost hair, and even more so - to the entire population of the Russian Federation.

Is that how much men differ from women? They also do not know how to keep secrets, and also do not mind throwing a dozen, and preferably two, years.

We are all interested in the same topics - love and death, faith and disbelief. Especially when we approach a certain age limit.

Talk about what is close and understandable to everyone. Questions, the answers to which everyone must find himself.

For example, to understand the complex relationship with his wife, even the experts of the club "What? Where? When?"

Or how to find a common language with the Motherland so that it does not leave you. Can not, poor, tolerate more of these binges.

Why do we come to this world, if only a long-nailed or nothing is left of us?

The present time and the present people are in faces. A good reason to speak honestly and frankly with yourself.

But I'll still write to you whether you like it or not.

Then we'll read it together.

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 ...

If a woman walks, tilting her head to the left - she has a lover ... In general, if a lady has a head on her shoulders, then she has a lover!

Sultry woman, passionate Italian, for many years endured treason completely impudent husband. Even an adult son is surprised at her angelic patience.

All she wanted was to save her family ... Thought he would come to his senses. But this old ladies' man does not even look at his wife. And in bed she does not interest him at all.

How many deafening scandals they had!

She tried to hang herself and shoot herself. Even in the window she wanted to jump out, but only broke her leg, because her husband was trying to save her.

With the past is over!

Osatanevshaya wife will remove a separate apartment and settle for a new job. Will buy himself enchanting outfits. And her lover will always appear!

And not some loser, and such that all friends envy.

A funny Italian comedy with wonderful actors.

If you want to be happy, be her!

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.