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? ..

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.

Mirrors, mirrors - huge, like a way out into the world of the other world, small, giving a reflection in the eyes opposite, - here around the mirror and nowhere from them can not escape. Unless to rise in full growth, having entered in an oval frame and to stop, but from what of their parties? However, the hoax gets stuffed.

A rich Moscow house wakes up leisurely and impressively, the morning as morning is vain, noisy. There, a dress from a tailor was brought to the fitting, then the men came with their eternal land issues. There, someone at the mirror turns, rehearsing the look fatal, but what about without a fatal look? Without it, nowhere. And so, slowly, the owner of the house descends merrily to breakfast ... And what is it good to say for a slow, slightly sleepy meal? Of course, the soul ... About the soul and the world, which is inaccessible and beckons with its mystery, the world beyond. And after all, there are experts on this topic: mediums, spiritists ... And the table as it suits - a huge, oval, the very thing for the main event of the day - the session. Here, at this session, the world of everyday problems will collide, even if the masters want to buy themselves, even the enthusiasm of the landlords, they want to buy themselves, but the world of spiritual needs, when one wants to touch an unknown and believe in it - do not stand up for the price. But who dares to take advantage of these "fruits" of the minds of the holy? Can a smart and resourceful maid? And that, at her groom the present talent of the medium opened! But why do you need a smart girl?

All the answers in the sparkling and most "densely populated" theater performance, as if in a mirror you will see everything in it yourself. And what - it's up to you.

Thriller with cabbage filling.

Once in the KVN I heard American blues about Little Red Riding Hood. Since then, I am smiling at her mention ...

This, of course, what should be a brave girl to scratch one. Through the forest. Yes, and with pies. Nobody argues, granny is sacred. But, it seems, Mama does not care at all that her wolf can take a snack.

But then went to a psychological thriller. A sophisticated assassin (besides a wolf) cunningly tries to find out the path for the girl and ... even a patty, a bastard, begged.

Eats the grandmother entirely (just imagine now the size of this monster - the grandmother something to swallow), but the further attention ... disguises (!) In her clothes and remains to wait for the Hood ...

In my opinion, the poor girl is waiting for a big surprise, after she "pulls the string."

Are you ready to please the child with a bright and juicy, musical and very funny fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood"?

Sing songs with all your favorite Hats, think about how to outwit an evil wolf and save a grandmother. And recharge the most radiant energy of this wonderful musical.

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.

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?

The crisis of middle age ... The crisis in creativity ...

Is it normal to make films "normal"? Or, nevertheless, you need to shoot well, if not perfectly, so that you can immediately see: the director wanted to speak out, it's important to tell, he did not shoot the film for the sake of money, for the sake of art.

But that's just where to get it, the art of it, the idea is high, if nothing goes into your head?

There are many such martyrs in the director's direction, as in any other creative profession, who try to create something worthwhile, try and try ... But it does not work out!

But if you look from the outside, then all of these creators are ... normal. Even if "something is not" in their life or in creativity, it is still possible to live and it is necessary, and it's time to think about the next film!

What is Moydodyr famous for?

The fact that all dirty, sluts and lazy people will forcibly wash! Brushes and wool to his aid will call - and let's rub the dirty nose and sides!

So it's better to respect Moidodyyr, do not fight with cleanliness and wash yourself voluntarily! Especially since the water in the bathroom is warm and affectionate, and soap foam is fragrant and tender, and it's much more pleasant to clean than unwashed walk.

Unkempt children, because neither clothes nor blankets with pillows do not like. And how will they take and flee once to the end of the world from sluts? Grieve then become dirty. No, it's better to love cleanliness from childhood!

In this tale all fell in love!

When you want to get warm in the office, it's enough to drink hot coffee. When you want to warm your soul, you need to have a good laugh ...

This Russian saga: Ivans, Princes, Nightingales, robbers, Forest sorceresses and other magical evil spirits.

Only everything can turn very suddenly. Ivan is not a fool at all. Nightingale - not a robber, and the Princess is a real little girl.

In the enchanted forest, the heroes undergo the most difficult tests in friendship and loyalty, in steadfastness and fearlessness, in the mind and ingenuity.

But there will be something that any of them will cope with will not be able to ...

The musical "How the Nightingale the Robber Ivan the Soldier Helped" will give a cheerful mood to parents and their children. It takes a lot of laughing here and a long time.

An unusual story, exciting adventures and, of course. Brave heroes will not leave anyone indifferent.

So let's all together help the Nightingale find happiness with the Forest Princess, and Ivan with Daria.

It is not worth the village without a righteous man.

Devotees, righteous, kind souls. They are hard on them.

Such is Maria Khristoforovna, a modest retiree. She was born in the village, working as a cleaner.

For her to help another - how to breathe. Can not pass by someone else's trouble.

How else? This was born, not at sixty the same years to change.

She has neither happiness nor money. I worked all my life - I did not save anything.

The most bitter is that she buried all her relatives. And in place of the old cemetery, the city authorities made the lake. Even the dear graves she did not have.

The adopted son did foolish things, got to prison. How many more sorrows will she have to endure?

So she fantasizes. So it's easier for her. Describes how the daughter of Brezhnev himself came to the store with gold braids. And her father walked around the city without security.

Marusenka sees in the dream of an old man. Does God call her to himself? She is tired of carrying her cross, such a heavy burden.

And why did she only intervene in the drunken fight of teenagers?

A true courage to help your neighbor. On such people the earth holds.