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.

"And we, brother, are from infantry, and in summer it's better than in winter."

The boys came to the war a few days after school proms. We thought about adventures, but found ourselves on the front, in the very heat, where even the rifles were not enough for everyone.

Very young in a terrible and ruthless war.

Now they are all the same, all in greatcoats and boots. Now they are dreaming at least once a delicious meal, sleep and dry wet clothes.

Someone did not even have a girlfriend. So they take care of nurses and radio operators. So you want tenderness and love!

Every day brings new deaths, pain and bitterness of loss. Someone perishes in intelligence, someone in battle, and someone from a stray bullet. Many are wounded.

Just to live to win!

"Do not lead, sergeant-major, that there should be silence. The sergeant does not obey everything. This sad song was invented by the war ... In an hour the bayonet begins. "

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!

The woman Dog tamed, lured him with a sweet bone, now the Dog will sit on a leash and guard the dwelling, now he - along with the Man, lives in his family. Now he is home.

The woman has tamed the cow: the cow was tempted by a succulent grass, fragrant hay, has agreed to stand in a stall, to give to the person milk, to be - a domestic cow.

I tamed the Horse, now the Horse serves the man, there was also the horse once-wild, but became-home.

And Cat? It would be useful to tame a cat, she would catch mice and cradle a child, rumble and mourn, sing songs to him ... Yes, only how will you tame it, masterful? She walks by herself ...

Who called him a goat? Now, if a womanizer, and better - a reveler, a scoundrel or a mischievous.

He just loves women, that's why he runs after every skirt.

And silly like butterflies fly to his call. They themselves rush to his neck, forget about the suitors and husbands.

For the sake of a casual affair, I'm ready for anything. He is cynical, sarcastic and reckless. For him to get into a fight - a trifling matter.

The old girlfriend tired him of moralizing. She listened to them in the monastery. But they do not need it. He is already looking for his new victim. And the girl abandoned by him wept bitterly.

He is invited to a peasant wedding. Who will he take with him this time?

Can he deceive the bridegroom who believed him and seduce the young bride?

A faithful servant warned him that it was here that he had once killed the commander. But Don Juan himself the devil is not terrible.

He does not care about conscience and honor. Above all - his minute whims.

But he is sure that everyone else is just like him, only they are hiding it.

"We are all slaves, for that matter, slaves of passions, whims, pleasures.

Over time, warmth and kindness in us perish, to regret. "