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.

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. "

An unusual story of an ordinary family.

Children have long grown up and fled from the parent's nest. What can collect all family members in their home? Mysterious disappearance of the father!

Three daughters and three of their beloved come to the aid of the mother to find the head of the family - a teacher and part-time poet. He is an elderly alcoholic, very well-read and educated.

Once he gave his beloved wife a collection of poems, she told him - three children.

But in search of their father they find a heap of family secrets, a tangle of mutual claims and grievances.

Close-up shows the love of loved ones. But not simple, warm, warming the soul. A special love of cultural and educated people. Love with a touch of snobbery.

It turns out that there can be too much love. Now they understand why they bought houses at a distance from each other. Just to not suffocate from this mutual feeling.

They say "I love you", read "you have to love me", the phrase "I missed you" means "you owe me for my love."

It's amazing how much interesting things can be hidden behind other people's doors.

Do you think that you know yourself and have completely taken place in your life? Try to spend a week with all members of your family.

It would seem that the war is over, it's time to establish and equip a peaceful life. What does not allow to forget the past, to lick wounds? What prevents if you do not start living anew, at least worthy to continue what is?

Maybe the fact is that the mother and father are not tired of waiting for the eldest son, who is missing. They still believe and hope that he will return.

Or maybe his father secretly gnaws at the wine: did not he, the owner of the plant, produce defective parts for aircraft engines? But the missing son could suffer from this: he was a pilot ...

Meanwhile, the younger son is in love with the bride of the elder. But parents do not approve of this love, they do not want to betray their eldest son.

That's what the couple wanted best, they thought about their benefits, and then it turned out that because of their decisions, their children die or become unhappy ...

"Can a black horse bite a bit?" Is it really my dear ... "

What amazing Russians people described Vasily Shukshin in his stories! One is more colorful than the other.

All of them are united by their curiosity for life and the desire to learn the truth, and not idle speculation.

Among them, a curious, thrifty and lonely old peasant, whose adult children have long gone to the city.

He suffers from a hangover, pestering the questions of the boy who lives in his hut. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a doctor, he studies well. He with such joy tells his grandfather about long-distance space flights.

The mechanic is worried that in the Gogol's bird-troika there goes the swindler Chichikov. He does not even know how to explain this to his son.

And why should this fastidious rushing? Where should he hurry? Do people fool? He and the teacher discuss it. He will think about it, but he will not give a reasonable answer.

In the play there are a lot of old Russian songs, almost forgotten, intimate and touching.

Heroes yearn, suffer from injustice, but do not surrender and do not betray friends.

"Do I resemble such an innocent one?"

"To whom my grief I will hand, to whom my grief is a hag ..."

Only Mother Earth can understand the grief of the Mother Woman.

She has no one else to tell her about her misfortune. Her beloved husband and three sons took war from her.

The children were so young! And did not have time to live. Only one of them managed to get married.

His ex-wife also gave birth to the Mother of the grandson. Not native - from another man. But the daughter-in-law died in childbirth. The baby was brought up by the Mother. She became his mother and grandmother.

But not everything you tell the child. Tears have dried up, but my soul hurts.

Mother remembers the sunny harvest festival in her native village, when her boys were with her, strong, bold, so young.

She also remembers the last meeting with the eldest son, when he saw her from the train car and called. Just had time to drop her hat out of the window. And she watched the train for a long time. In what distance did he carry her boy?

The day lasts a long time, but life flies by instantly.

Mother will tell all about her grandson. He will have a happy family and a happy life.

In the play based on the story of Chingiz Aitmatov, only one word is "mother". Everything else is told in the language of dance.

We'll survive all. If only there was no war.

 Victory over the enemy is not only the work of soldiers who fought at the front. A considerable contribution was made by women in the struggle for a victory that was achieved at a hard price.

Young girls, mothers, old women are experiencing a common grief sharply - and in this difficult, painful time they are supported by songs.

Female crying, anxiety, sadness, among which there was always a place of hope and faith in the future, embodied in military songs. In them is the deep experience of the people, not broken by the spirit.