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!

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.

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!

"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 ...

Cut off by scandals for years ... How stupid it is to offend each other!

The story of the life of one family from a small southern town. Heavy post-war years ... Poverty, hopelessness, despair. But there was love and tenderness! As without them.

Poor, single mothers cry a lot. Naughty children, not paying attention to adults, running around the streets, snapping and learning to give the offenders surrender.

Rachel is short-sighted, sharp-tongued, brisk and thievish. She never doubts anything and takes care of her loved ones too intrusively.

She is a sister, Zlota. Day after day, women live their hard life, sew dresses to order and cook soup, quarrel, make up, bring up young people, love and grow old.

The events of the big world with its shocks and troubles pass by them. They have their own world.

Three actions, eight paintings, 92 scandals.

The sisters have no one closer to each other.

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 was near the sea, where there was azure foam. It was in the port.

What do cats usually do? They wear boots, make peace with restless mice, walk left and right, sing songs, tell tales. Well, some Behemoths fix the Primus.

But quite an amazing case happened with one baleen-striped, who just went out for a walk on the balcony, with fresh air to breathe.

The snow falls on everyone's head, and the gull with the egg has fallen to it. And she made a promise that he would not abandon and raise her newborn chick. It will not be necessary for this cat to walk alone.

More precisely, not one, but just three promises made by the cat: you do not eat a bird, sit an egg, teach to fly.

In this he helps his cat gang: cats of all kinds of breeds, colors and characters. All the hardships and joys of cat's motherhood fall on four moustached nannies.

How to convince a bird brought up by cats that she is not a cat? How to force the chick out of its nest?

In the course are the drawings of Leonardo da Vinci himself, and the laws of aerodynamics. And what to do if your experience is not enough! But, the seagull will fly up, it turns out to be a very flighty bird.

We love different Leopolds, Dorofeev, Matroskins, Basilio, Cheshire and Eshkin cats.

Maybe among these purrs everyone will find his bird of happiness?

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!

What kind of wife to choose? Princess in a pink dress, which with a glamorous dog in the guests appeared? The nature of such a bride is unbearable, and she certainly does not know how to cook, but she will be demanding much from her husband!

No, it's much better to marry a simple girl, hard-working. With her, any work - in joy, and to work around the house together with her nice!

And the time will come - and the stork will have to catch up. Well, to catch up so to catch up, there's nothing to do. Go!

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.

Our whole life is a passing smile.

There is nothing more charming than a summer night. From her you are more drunk than with wine. My head is spinning and I'm drawn to the dance.

Sometimes lovers need a little push. Shyness and modesty do not always play into the hands. You can miss something important.

But what if you are in a huge ancient castle? Romance hovers in the air and directly pushes each other.

Especially if the only barrier between you is just a thin wall.

The insanity of love is all here. Love is everywhere - in the matrimonial bedroom, in the closet, in the kitchen and, of course, in the hearts.

The lawyer is very much in love with his wife. But she does not sleep with him. She dreams of his son, but he dreams about something else.

The lawyer is in love with the actress too, but the actress sleeps with an aristocrat. With whom the wife of an aristocrat sleeps is a great mystery.

The maid is sleeping with whom she wants. But he prefers a cheerful stableman. A pretty old woman is sleeping behind a card table.

But a warm summer night will put everything in its place.

Smile at your mistakes.