"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!

Not a city, but a real hell.

A small provincial town. The air smells of rotten morals and cynicism. And people in it all - not real, a reflection of ourselves.

But do we want to look at ourselves? Are we scared?

Not people, but real werewolves. There is nothing human left. Everyone is shaking with fear. They were numb with terror in front of ... an official.

What, you know? It's no wonder that when your little life depends on the slightest movement of someone else's little finger, your life and destiny depend.

To live on a salary? Well this is just ridiculous. You can afford only tea and sugar. And that's not enough.

Taking bribes is disgusting? Is it sinful? Come on, throw all the stones together. Something is not visible rockfall. All take and still take. Not those, so others.

And he did not like taking bribes. It was crying to tears. I cried and took, took and cried.

It remains only to write about all your adventures and retire in the best British traditions.

A ruble, a mark, a euro or a pound - to whom that is more pleasant, only a matter of taste. I did a favor - I received thanks. This is how things are done, so the world works.

Money makes the world spinning.

"Who looks at the body, he always talks about the soul."

Aristocrat Ferdinand, in love with Louise, a modest and sweet girl, the daughter of a musician. And she reciprocates.

His father has his own plans. He dreams of marrying his son on the duke's favorite. Career first!

Ferdinand is furious. They want to marry someone's mistress!

But the secretary of the president, who is also in love with Louise, wavers intrigues.

He scares the girl. She says that she will put her father in jail. He deceives Louise to write a love letter under his dictation. It will be his trump card in the fight against Ferdinand.

Ferdinand reads this letter. Did she betray him? He will challenge the opponent to a duel!

Blind jealousy torments him. He is preparing his terrible fate for his beloved.

Is he so cruel?

"Treachery and love walk alongside. Command perfidy there parade. "

Verona is here! We are all in Verona!

And here, as everywhere where twins participate, there is complete chaos and confusion.

One is insipid, but he does not stop to be good-natured and, in general, a good kid. And the other is a courageous, brave and calculating aristocrat. And both find themselves in Verona for a very important business - it's time to get married.

But it's not so easy to do when you have a servant - the Harlequin.

This crank in his trousers seems to be serving one. Or another. Or still one again. From the desire to please everyone, but more to himself and his stomach, he manages to confuse everything and everything. And this bundle of deceptions and intrigues can not be solved by anyone.

He carries money and jewels after the owner, but gives them to the wrong brother. Girls are also confused in the grooms.

A rascal who wants to take possession of money interferes in business and it costs a twin-simpleton of life. Trusting people are so easy to poison!

But this does not prevent the happy end, we are in sunny Italy! So the second twin brother learns that the fraternized bride of a brother is once a kidnapped sister.

Nemudrenye jokes with a sunny-carefree Italian accent.

Comedy, carnival, fair of passions and a lot of laughter.

Here Hamlet wanders around the stage with a volume in his hand. He, the actor giving a presentation in Elsinore, the prince only on the stage. But, as befits an actor, Hamlet lives his role to the end. So, learning that the present king, Hamlet's uncle, treacherously killed his brother-king, Hamlet's father, in order to deceive the throne, Hamlet decides to take revenge on his uncle. In his decision, however, he is not sure, and he constantly fluctuates between the notorious "to be" and "not to be," and only in the final, dying, dares to pierce his uncle with a deadly rapier.

So, the story line is true to the Shakespearean text, full of questions and insoluble mysteries. However, the fact that Hamlet is actually a lyceum and fulfills his role without parting with the book makes it possible to say that one truly Shakespearian problem is particularly prominently displayed and grotesquely explicated in the production: do we choose the role that we will play? If not, can we even stage it, arrange accents, creatively beat events, scenery, costumes? Or all that remains for us is to act, frantically giving in to the fact that we live, and asking as little as possible about the question, but who has invented all this, if, say, we fell for revenge for our father and die in the finale of our tragedy?

How much does love cost.

Everything is sold and everything is bought. Everything has a price. Everyone has a price. The market economy has penetrated into the world of human relations.

He sold his dream. And what did you want to become as a child? A cosmonaut, a cook, a fireman, a teacher? Most likely, they chose noble professions.

And he so dreamed of becoming a scientist! Represented himself in the ghostly light of a laboratory with a test tube in his hand. In a dream, I dreamed of science.

But it was necessary to keep an old father. Therefore I had to serve not the science, but the state. In the end, to become a policeman is to work for the benefit of society.

Now the father is dead. Empty apartment is covered with dusty furniture. Here it is, an inheritance. All that remains of a loved one. It's time to appreciate everything.

But, the more the appraiser lingers, considering the price, the clearer it is that how much is past and present, successes and failures.

Three hammer blows. Sales!

Our life is history, a sung epic song absorbing the joys and sorrows of the people, where the fate of both the ruler and the little man are weaved into the fate of the country, reflected by petty betrayals, private pain and personal deprivation in the all-encompassing suffering of the times of war.

Our life is a road that consists of difficult decisions. To take a stranger's child, to endure hardship and reproaches for the sake of the adopted son, and then, at the end, to give him to his rightful mother, risking losing forever? Should I ask for help from others and, after receiving a series of refusals, turn to them again and again with the same plea for help? Should I marry then to have shelter and shelter over my head in order to survive?

Our life is a chalk circle, in which our relatives will be put in order to administer justice over us: on behalf of a shady judge, a scoundrel, on behalf of human morality, on behalf of the Supreme Justice.

Do not alienate fate!

The least thing in the world, King Oedipus wanted to incur the wrath of the gods. And did not think to marry his own mother, did not want to kill his father.

But only an evil rock overtook him. He got into a quarrel with a stranger while traveling, quarreled - and killed him. And only much later found out that this dead wanderer was his father ...

He left his homeland, married the queen - and later it turned out that this queen was his mother: he did not know Oedipus, who are his real parents!

He himself sinned, even though he did not know what he was doing, that means that Oedipus would choose his own punishment. Such is his character - strong, unyielding!

Love is many-sided ...

Headphones hanging from the collar. Luminous screen of an open laptop. The book was read halfway. Here everything, every detail lives and breathes. The words of the song speak of the last meeting. The unwritten text of the message hints at a future meeting. The chosen story makes you plunge into the experiences of the past. And everything says about one thing - about love.

How many varieties of love? Here you utter the word love, and before you there is a specific image. Love for your soul mate, love for children, love for your parents. Love to the Motherland and its city. Or not to his. But still love. Love is passionate, tender love, love is dangerous, forbidden and even deadly. Love has a thousand faces. There are as many people as there are people on earth.

And this is a topic that everyone talks about and thinks about. Each of the nearly seven billion people on Earth.

A string of stories that follow one another gives a full perspective of love. In its pristine, purest form. As it is in life. The funny goes after the sad, and the romance immediately after the cynicism.

It seems to be doing the same thing ... but in fact? For example, going to the store. She admires the dress with admiration. Only for him. He really wants to like him. And he goes to the store behind the revolver. She really wants to kill her lover.

Sometimes we get sick with each other. There are no drugs. And we will fever for the rest of our lives. Until we die.

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? ..