"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!

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.

We all live in anticipation of a miracle. And when it happens, completely lost.

It's boring to be a pragmatist. He does not expect anything good from life, believes that he will receive only what he fights hard for.

And others believe that the saints live among us. Only not everyone manages to meet with them.

A rich aunt died. The young heir does not mourn the old woman. He's so busy! It is more important for him to arrange a lavish funeral and a wake.

Only a young girl, his aunt's maid, is going through the death of her mistress. But she does not even have anyone to share her grief with.

A naive and frank girl so want to talk about the last hours of life of an elderly woman. She does not understand the strict orders of a good house. Why are the relatives of the deceased so indifferent?

Go to get warm in a rich house, she cordially invites a beggar in rags. Let him pray for the sinful soul of her mistress! The maid did not suspect that a saint had come to them.

He is taciturn, looks into the distance, keeps himself apart. Next to the fine doctor, arrogant abbot and other guests, he seems like a black sheep.

Comedy Maurice Maeterlinck about the greedy lover of the inheritance.

Even a miracle can be treated with irony.

Make a creative career, be a true opera guru, become a maestro in the public eye - is it easy?

No, it's incredibly difficult even for someone who is talented. A hundred times more difficult - someone who is desperately talentless.

But the thirst for glory takes precedence over both prudence and over banal conscience.

From somewhere verses are put, from somewhere - music; The idea, the libretto - everything has been borrowed, and now the work is made "out of what was" and put into the light.

But fate will take revenge on someone who stubbornly insolence and indifference to copyright steals someone else's, betraying him for his. A wife can obediently endure the eternal self-praise of her husband, a bohemian environment can grieve in half with the grieving musician, but the artistic world is cruel, and the public will not forgive mediocre cheating: will not accept the production. Mocked at the premiere, the alleged Maestro will not find the strength to go on stage. The passionate and ardent applause turned into a nightmare, the heart could not stand the hard crash of hopes, and now the maestro simply does not exist - he became a story about an unreasonably vain man, turned into a memory of his unpleasant delights, a symbol of sly mediocrity.

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.

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!

Few people believe in good.

He gave you money? So he needs something in return. And we live - you to me, I to you.

Two Soviet travelers were peacefully drinking at the hotel. The vodka is over, there is no money. Here's one of them and shouted out the window. He asked me to help, throw some rubles on drinks.

And a completely unfamiliar man gave them a certain amount.

To take money or to refuse? Strange some guy! They themselves would never have done so.

How will they respond to his noble deed?

And in the next room, such a story happened.

The traveler went to a young neighbor to listen to a sports report about a football match on the radio. After eleven o'clock in the evening, strangers in other people's rooms were forbidden.

Sly employee of the hotel accused the guy of the fact that he wanted to seduce the girl. I hoped to "make a grandma."

Will the traveler find a way out of this delicate situation? He is justified. But no one listens to him.

Wise comedy by Alexander Vampilov about cynics and vulgars, who lived half a century ago.

"No matter what you say, and similar incidents happen on earth - rarely, but they happen."

Sin is sweet, but a man is fallen.

The young merchant-beauty misses the rich Moscow house of the old man-husband.

She had never seen anything. They gave her away for an old man at fifteen, since then, and is sitting at home, locked up. Only he goes to monasteries-he gives the poor alms.

The sneaky clerk of her husband decided to stipulate it, to expose her before the legal husband as a traitor, so that she could take all her inheritance to herself.

Is there really no one to protect a modest and kind-hearted woman?

And around the rich grow muddy people, hangers-on, gossips and crooks, whispering to him all sorts of nasty things about a young wife.

He had almost made up his mind to deprive her of his inheritance, but decided to speak frankly with his wife.

Will a woman who is pure soul show his rightness to him?

"Even though I deceive you a hundred times, people will not stop loving me. I will not give you any vow, no oath. "

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.