"Listen, children: there was a cat in the world, overseas, Angora" and, as it should be for overseas cats, she was glamorous and liked to boast of her refinement: she invited neighbors: a goat with a goat, a rooster with a chicken, a pig, boasted, that he knows how to sing, that the house has beautifully furnished.
Only their nephews, the kittens of minors, did not invite me and did not drink tea: she did not like beggars, who are staggering around the city, they are begging for food.
So the cat's house stood, until it burned down. And how burnt, so suddenly it turned out that there was nowhere to go to the cat! Only to the nephews, whose house - one name: there is no roof, the floors have been eaten by the mouse ...
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!
The last coin of his past lives out.
A noble house, a beautiful garden. How good it is here in the spring, when the cherry blossoms!
Now the garden is partially cut down, the villas will be built. Everything is sold, lost.
The new master is happy: his father and on the threshold of such a noble house were not allowed, but now he owns all the property. But also unhappy too: how would he like that this light beauty does not go away so that the former owner of the garden does not leave so that the blooming of the beautiful garden continues like a beautiful fairy tale ... like a dream of that paradise of a carefree noble life in which people do not think about deeds, Trading, money.
Where does the dream end and reality begin? Where does life end and art begins? He himself was never able to tell where his pretense ends and sincerity begins.
But even great psychologists can not understand where genius ends and madness begins.
Moody, hysterical, eccentric to insanity. Nobody so loved to attract attention.
Kiss, kiss it from head to foot, from the big toes on the feet through the crown to the heels. All is in love and kindness.
And the only suit worthy of him is the king's clothes. Or the queens. As his highness willed.
The world will have to make room. And it's a big question whether he will keep it.
You can treat it differently, but you can not recognize its genius. He was a genius in the womb of his mother. Who else could create his art from dreams?
Canvas, paints, powerful strokes - so a miracle is born. Thus the chief troublemaker of the tranquility of the inhabitants is born.
But to really soar into heaven, he lacked only her ... The last step to the summit of the world.
Shock. Catharsis. Applause.
"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!
"Never talk to strangers."
Woland, the prince of darkness, along with his retinue arrives in Moscow in the thirties of last century. He is young, elegant, handsome and speaks Russian with a Georgian accent.
He will help the Master regain the novel burned by the writer and connect with his beloved woman, the redheaded Marguerite.
How difficult it is for thinking people in difficult times! Next to them - informers, traitors and executioners. Soviet time does not promise them anything good.
They tend to escape from the pitch darkness, suffer and suffer. Only love pleases their exhausted hearts.
At the ball at Satan, huge busts of Lenin and Stalin are danced. The era of terror is cruel, absurd and ridiculous.
Directed by Roman Viktyuk as always brilliantly staged a performance that is more like a colorful theatrical show. Phantasmagoria with circus numbers, speeches of the leaders and Soviet songs of pre-war time.
Great play of actors, striking costumes and scenery.
A new reading of the great novel by Mikhail Bulgakov.
"Manuscripts do not burn."
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 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 ...
Can a great actor become a powerful ruler?
The Crown Prince invited four famous Venetian comedians to visit his palace. Among them is the charming Colombina, the wise Pantheleone, the mischievous Harlequin and the solid Scapino.
They wear their usual masks. Talented actors are used to entertain aristocrats.
But the litsedeys did not even suspect that the snake was in the ball.
In the heat of the quarrel over Colombina Harlequin kills the son of the king.
Could he pretend to be a prince? Will his blind mother bless the prince? The mother's heart should not deceive her.
Harlequin craves power. But the country is governed by the King's uncle. He does not need a competitor, he is used to seeing on the throne a puppet.
As a former actor to cope with enemies?
Exquisite performance with magnificent costumes and decorations. The game of actors is above all praise.
"The king himself does not rule, but the power of his name reigns ..."
Is it possible to give love and hurt at the same time?
He is a charming Frenchman, a sophisticated seducer. He pretends to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, fascinates a woman, and then throws it.
She is an experienced coquette. Itself is not averse to entertain and invent an affair.
Having got carried away with gambling, they are jealous of each other, they choose as their victim a young innocent girl.
Poor thing, why did she only come to such a cynical world from reliable monastic walls?
The intriguers can not be stopped. They went so far as to retreat too late, and nowhere.
The meek girl became a pawn in the game, where the seducer must be seduced, and the deceiver will be deceived. The vice punishes vice in a vicious way.
"Love and hate, loyalty and betrayal, debauchery and virtue - choose according to your taste. In this den of debauchery there is room for everything. "
Only true love can overcome any difficulties. Insidious schemers will be punished.
A wonderful play on the most brilliant novel of the eighteenth century about the mysteries of the human soul.
"Every woman who agrees to meet an immoral man becomes his victim."
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.