"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!

"He who has a soul is not like the others."

The young Frenchman is in a panic. All his friends and neighbors are ready to turn into rhinoceroses!

It's amazing that they do not even think about where these huge and thick-skinned animals suddenly appeared in their small provincial town.

People continue to go to the service and shopping, discuss news in the cafe, fall in love and marry. Only from time to time one of them grows a horn on his forehead and joins a herd of animals.

Why do these people do not want to argue, do not try to protest? Is it possible to blindly obey something that is completely absurd?

The only hope for a simple guy is his favorite girl. He is not a hero at all, but I am sure that she will defend her right to be a man with him. Is he wrong?

How dangerous and unpredictable is the massive madness!

"There will be a dowry, there will be grooms, - where honey, there are flies."

At the dacha outside Moscow lives a young girl in marriage. She is a pupil of the general, who took her to her family when she was still a child.

A noblewoman, a young and beautiful girl, but with a very uneasy character. She does not climb into her pocket for words. It's time to get married, only who gets along with her?

In the beginning of summer it is so good to drink tea on the veranda! It is only important that the neighbors are calm and decent people.

She met with a worthy young official. Everyone praises her. In the service he is one of the first. Only without a wife, a good career can not be done. So her mama thinks.

But the trouble is that women do not interest him. But the proud beauty will be able to please a strict and impregnable gentleman. Would she love this biscuit? And why does she give up her dowry?

The comedy of the great Russian playwright A.N. Ostrovsky in our day is as relevant as it was in the nineteenth century.

"Meet some kind, intelligent woman, she will teach you what to do to avoid boredom and anguish."

A louse or not a louse - that's the question.

A man is on the verge of despair. Is capable of anything. And if a person is also smart, this can lead to disastrous consequences.

Poor student. Even a loaf of doctor's sausage is not worth buying. And then there's a bloody callous in front of the account for studying.

And what is so tempting, glitters on the table with fascination? An old family watch. Nominal, engraved. Do chasers become a chance to escape?

The damned usurer turned out to be an avid rubbish. The money offered will not cover any expenses. This is not to be killed at all. One more old woman, one less.

A sharpened ax - here it is a straw for a drowning man. One blow, the second. Rub a puddle of blood, pick up all the jewels. It is done.

To justify the deed, a very convenient theory has already matured. Who said that you can not kill? Everyone is a louse. And the old woman is a louse. Destroy, get out.

One I have the right. Very smoothly comes out. Knowingly received a diploma.

But no crime will go unpunished.

The verdict is announced. You are sentenced to life imprisonment in hell.

Power is something that people aspired to and five centuries ago and twenty ... Power intoxicates, deprives reason, pushes against battles and betrayals. But ... how do we know what happened in this fight?

We open the history textbook, leaf through page after page, vchityvayas in lines, dry, ascertaining facts. But after these names, dates - there are already looming images of people who once lived, but their features are not yet clear, they are so hard to catch.

And then, we close the historical directory and open the book ... On the volume it is written "Pushkin. Boris Godunov". A historical drama, realistic ... in which live people look at us with feelings, fears, aspirations.

They, like flies in amber, are bogged down in intrigues, in a thirst for power, they accomplish crimes, confuse love with a cold cynical calculation, they lose themselves and suffer like soulless dolls when they get to the top.

But when all this comes to life on the stage, dressed in luxurious outfits of those epochs, when from there, from the twilight, a living voice begins to sound, a warning ringing in your ears, and the ghost of the murdered prince flashes, and somewhere near bliss the holy fool, unconditionally you begin to believe - in The history of power, the state of the Russian and those people who created it, wrote on the pages with their own blood and destinies. Which so desperately reliably play on stage wonderful actors, giving us the opportunity to touch the real lives of people far away for us.

"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 ...

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? ..

It would seem that the war is over, it's time to establish and equip a peaceful life. What does not allow to forget the past, to lick wounds? What prevents if you do not start living anew, at least worthy to continue what is?

Maybe the fact is that the mother and father are not tired of waiting for the eldest son, who is missing. They still believe and hope that he will return.

Or maybe his father secretly gnaws at the wine: did not he, the owner of the plant, produce defective parts for aircraft engines? But the missing son could suffer from this: he was a pilot ...

Meanwhile, the younger son is in love with the bride of the elder. But parents do not approve of this love, they do not want to betray their eldest son.

That's what the couple wanted best, they thought about their benefits, and then it turned out that because of their decisions, their children die or become unhappy ...

You've never seen Moscow so ... unusual!

The bus will take the participants to the sights of the capital, but before that the guests will have an excursion in the museum, all in the middle of the night!

For those who love stories about ghosts and secrets, and prefers not to sleep at night, dreams of wandering through the halls of the museum after midnight and loves to travel by bus in those hours when the windows are dark for a long time, recognizing Moscow from a new angle, this excursion will seem entertaining and will certainly be remembered!

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!

I was having a dream. Not everything in it was a dream.

Poor brides of small county towns. How difficult is it for them to arrange a personal life! No worthy party.

But by a lucky coincidence, a rich prince came to the city alone. Well also what, what aged? The man though where! In addition to youth, nothing was lost.

One of the local ladies, his good friend, in any way trying to pass for him his beautiful daughter. That at first was capricious, but the prospect of loneliness frightens her.

The old prince is glad to be able to regain his youth. And the wedding seems to have already been decided ...

But, what a fairy tale, if there is no villain in it? Denied once a pretender to the hand of the girl is declared to take revenge. The intrigue twists.

Do not believe your eyes, all matchmaking is just a dream, says the insidious villain.

This prince is simply a fatal man. I arrived, spent one day in the city, but left me indelible memories for life. So he left in full confidence that he slept well. A dream ... so little that can dream!

What if our whole life is only a dream of something that will never happen?

A dream is a lifetime.

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.