"And I would be glad to paradise, but no sins are allowed."
He decided to build himself a fool, hoping that wealthy neighbors and acquaintances would help him in need.
The poor official Obroshenov long ago widowed, with great difficulty raised two daughters.
Trouble comes to him one after another. He does not even manage to hand over vacant rooms to tenants in his modest house in the Zamoskvorechye.
The groom of his younger daughter was in trouble. He took other people's money and spent for his mother's funeral. Obroshenov tries to help him, someone has something to occupy.
But next to him only Nedonoskov and Nedorostkov. They themselves have nothing.
Sisters are very worried about their beloved father.
The eldest is a serious, reasonable and thorough girl. But without her dowry, it's difficult to get out.
And the youngest is still quite a girl. She would only laugh, jump and run along the roofs.
Instead of helping the official, the evil people threw him a thick envelope. He was naively pleased that he had found the money. And then worried, finding it in newspaper sheets.
Only the profitable marriage of one of the daughters can save Obroshenov from poverty.
"Well, yes, I'm fooling and eating, I'll kill my daughters, I'll kill everyone!"
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 the children's tale, the most ridiculous absurdities are possible! If only good conquered evil!
Baba Yaga lives in a dark forest. And she has a loyal friend, a boy named Broom. He's been taking care of the old lady for three hundred years!
Once Baba Yaga and a broom found a cabbage on the bed of a baby. They called him Vanya. And the baby turned out to be a girl!
But they decided not to change their good name. And here runs a small mischievous Vanya in the woods in bast shoes and sarafan.
Once the hut on the chicken legs took down a large egg. Baba Yaga hopes that a little bathhouse will hatch from him.
She really wants to wash often, not once a year. Parry with a spruce broom!
The whole forest brothers gathered to see the miracle-egg. And someone stole it ...
Which of the intruders could take him? Crafty Koshchei immortal or wily Watery? Or the resolute Serpent Gorynych? Sassy Goblin and funny Kikimora also behave suspiciously.
Baba Yaga will whisper spells and cook a decoction of herbs.
Everything will end well! The loss will be discovered. Bathhouse all will enjoy a light steam.
An entertaining fairy story, a gay children's detective.
All the roles are performed by talented children-artists who are trying very hard.
Political theater. Can such a phenomenon exist? Perhaps it is indispensable to exist.
Especially when the main "policy" is in the mutual relations of the heroes, in their views on the world, in their life position, which is formed into understanding, anticipation, insight.
For them, the world is a ship sailing from Mexico to Germany. Here they are safe, here they are not trapped by the horrors of the world with its new realities. Here you can just live, for a brief moment to find your happiness.
Different ages, nationalities, even political convictions - all this for them - is only an occasion for communication. The reason for the search for mutual understanding and ...
But this "and" does not happen. Maybe because the slightly blurred images of the characters create that unique atmosphere that is possible. When people, running away from something or being on their way to their "end", seem to be trying to get rid of sad thoughts, but .. it does not work.
And now, literally around them is the oppressive feeling of stickiness and inevitable death in a country where fascism has defeated.
But who is to blame for this, maybe they themselves? Perhaps, their passivity in relation to life brings them to this disastrous line?
It's up to you to decide, well, for now, the ship is on the road.
Star and death of Vladimir Mayakovsky.
Listen to the butterfly of the poetic heart.
Listen to it! After all, if the poet did create, he left us his poems, then this is simply necessary!
He wore a yellow sweater of three sunset arshins. And he walked the Don Giovanni and the veil.
Consider all the details, get to know him, as if he were alive. More than alive.
How do we represent it? Great, thundering! A frightened, snooty bully, hiding behind his shield like a shield, for his yellow sweater.
He was very young. And he died, and did not grow up. Poet provocateur, shouting his manifestoes. A man with a child's heart.
He still had a monument to him in his lifetime. How he hated every kind of deadness. And adored all life.
Do you know what, Mayakovsky? And let's live together?
Sugar is the taste of life. Him and ours. Sugar is the sweetness of love. Tart and unbearably bitter.
Together - more fun! And the rain is afraid to be more cheerful, and the echoes to be called out, and the secret language to invent ...
And it's impossible to divide singly and singly into singles, it's absolutely necessary to have a comrade there!
In general, without a friend anywhere. Therefore, the kitten Gav and the puppy made friends. Now they go to visit each other and walk together.
Where it became more interesting to live! It is necessary, say, a puppy for a cutlet to hide. Then the kitten will help him: hide it in the stomach, and deal with the end. No one will find a cutlet anymore, no one will take it!
When an actor takes on such a genre as a "solo performance", based on the work of Dostoevsky ... all the action turns into a kind of ritual.
Cleansing, confessional, full of subtle soul harmonies, which can not be ignored or denied.
Is it possible to save a person? Someone will say unambiguous "yes", someone will notice "everything depends on the situation". But for the hero of this confession - she herself is an instrument for the salvation of another person, close and dear to him. He seems to sacrifice himself, trying to save the one that, it would seem, can not be saved.
And now confession right in front of the dead hall turns into a real song of love. Love is doomed and at the same time filled with almost insane hope. And it is from her that prayer is born. The only one able to save the hero, whose soul is wounded by inconsolable grief and despair. Does he believe in words that he whispers in desperate silence?
And the space around him - meager and meager according to circumstances, only emphasizes this doomed hopelessness. His despair and insane tenderness, his hope, the last turning into a mysterious song. Which is sure to find a response in any soul that will hear it.
And after hearing it, it is worth stopping and thinking about the fact that life is still finite and often it happens that it breaks off suddenly. So should we lose important and precious moments of life?
Is it possible to give love and hurt at the same time?
He is a charming Frenchman, a sophisticated seducer. He pretends to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, fascinates a woman, and then throws it.
She is an experienced coquette. Itself is not averse to entertain and invent an affair.
Having got carried away with gambling, they are jealous of each other, they choose as their victim a young innocent girl.
Poor thing, why did she only come to such a cynical world from reliable monastic walls?
The intriguers can not be stopped. They went so far as to retreat too late, and nowhere.
The meek girl became a pawn in the game, where the seducer must be seduced, and the deceiver will be deceived. The vice punishes vice in a vicious way.
"Love and hate, loyalty and betrayal, debauchery and virtue - choose according to your taste. In this den of debauchery there is room for everything. "
Only true love can overcome any difficulties. Insidious schemers will be punished.
A wonderful play on the most brilliant novel of the eighteenth century about the mysteries of the human soul.
"Every woman who agrees to meet an immoral man becomes his victim."
"Today it hurts so much, my tears are tearing my eyes, these tears involuntarily I drop in silence ..."
Two stories. They smile, sad, sometimes even cry, thinking about those they once loved. Even if it's a question of a chance meeting.
How long ago it was! All of them - in the darkness of memory, in the souls of the soul ...
Was Shura happy in her life? She remembers not only her three husbands, but also those who did not become hers.
Did she overlook her love? In her cozy little world with white napkins, cups of coffee and delicious cupcakes, there is no place for strong feelings.
She goes for a walk in a fashionable hat in her youth with lace and worries that she can never fix her mistakes. The past can not be returned!
In the second, surprisingly sincere story, the old tailor Emmanuel recalls with his humor his beloved woman, his dear Rose.
Retro-performance about the uniqueness of the life path of each of the people. Actors are amazingly singing romances, playing the guitar.
How important it is to cherish your loved ones!
What a stupid, absurd war - neither to give nor take a cabaret.
The beginning of the First World War. The Germans want to fight, for them the war is a valorous adventure, a heroic adventure. The French are also ready. For them, military actions are a series of romantic feats and beautiful victories.
What neither those nor the others expected was the long, painfully prolonged hell in which they walked. The pernicious days of shooting, when those who yesterday played together in football today are mercilessly killing each other. Terrible days of trench wait, when you have to lie in the mud, tolerate lice and diseases and reap, wait, wait ... When is the end?
It is not for nothing that it is said that at the end of the war soldiers often do not remember why they went to her at first. War erases all human, including memory, leaving only a raid of inhuman breath of bloodshed.
Sretenka is a nice street. How many fates are here! Who lives around the corner? What are you doing?
Vaughn, the fucking actress fell into hysterics: she does not want to perform on Saturday, dismiss!
Here interrogate the woman.
And here once a hot guy killed a man. But he did not do anything to him, only stepped on his foot.
So, according to the grains, from small and large stories, the history of the street develops.
And stories are made up of human passions, small sins, desire to joke, gossip, cash in on.
So the theme of street (and theater) space grows into a theme of the commandments and ten deadly sins, becoming the place where you can come and think what all these ten "Do not ..." mean.