The wicked sorcerer disliked the gentle, beautiful fairy and bewitched her! From now on, the fairy is a little defenseless girl. She lives in the forest ... Who will help her to regain her former appearance?

Only those who are brave in heart and are able to do good deeds unselfishly, can save the fairy from the spell. Yes, that's just not everyone will pass such a test, because those who help others free of charge and with a pure heart, not so much in this world. And all those who showed cowardice are imprisoned by a sorcerer ...

Will the lumberjob Goran manage to go through hard trials and help the fairy?

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

We are all not who we say we are. Someone wants to seem better than he really is. And someone tries on a mask from selfish interests.

This young man suffered greatly from his poverty. Well very much suffered. What kind of life, when all thoughts are only concerned with how to survive? I had to get out. After trying on a monastic robe, he went to look for a better share.

So what, what a lie. Everyone is lying. Literature is a lie. Advertising is a lie. Our banking system is a lie. Our whole life is one continuous clot of lies.

This blower acted on a big scale. I got wind of my confidence in the owner of the house, almost married my young daughter, looked at his wife with amiability. It is not difficult to deceive a person if he wants to.

But greed fraera ruined. The round sum of money, which was in his hands, brought him to clean water. Not every lie is a salvation.

What strikes harder? Lying or truth? There is no difference when your hands are handcuffed.

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!

Husband and wife came to a hypnosis session - and it raced!

His wife found out about such secrets, which she could not even guess. The old burn, it turns out, my husband did not receive when he defended his homeland, but in the bath. And the Motherland did not need to protect him at all. And before the enchantments of the Val'ki Crane, the husband did not always manage to resist ...

My wife, of course, also had a couple of sins, but they are nothing compared to her husband's many years of lies.

And what to do now? How to live now spouses? Maybe once hypnosis helped them to see the truth, then the hypnotist will help them further? Will show you how to live on ...

If a woman walks, tilting her head to the left - she has a lover ... In general, if a lady has a head on her shoulders, then she has a lover!

Sultry woman, passionate Italian, for many years endured treason completely impudent husband. Even an adult son is surprised at her angelic patience.

All she wanted was to save her family ... Thought he would come to his senses. But this old ladies' man does not even look at his wife. And in bed she does not interest him at all.

How many deafening scandals they had!

She tried to hang herself and shoot herself. Even in the window she wanted to jump out, but only broke her leg, because her husband was trying to save her.

With the past is over!

Osatanevshaya wife will remove a separate apartment and settle for a new job. Will buy himself enchanting outfits. And her lover will always appear!

And not some loser, and such that all friends envy.

A funny Italian comedy with wonderful actors.

If you want to be happy, be her!

It's not hard to marry, it's hard to be married.

But it is difficult for some to even take this first step. Say goodbye to a bachelor life - how to say goodbye to yourself.

How cozy it is in its shell. So I would have lived all my life, lying on the couch, not touching anyone.

But a restless friend recently married and decided now that everyone around should be married. I even found a bride. On all personal data - complete coincidence. A merchant's daughter, that's right.

But not only that for the bride's need to get up from a violent place, and go through a whole casting in the fight for the girl's heart.

And she does not hurry to choose. Of the six applicants, there was not one ideal. Now if the nose of one, the hair of another, the money of the third. Executor, officer, sailor, advisor ...

But for all at once to marry not to leave. I'll have to make an agonizing choice.

He, like her, lives in a world of dreams and fantasies. But dreams are not the worst thing in this world. From comedy to tragedy, one step must be taken.

Something to change, to decide something. At once!

And the final will remain open. How will the window remain open, in which the groom jumped out on the eve of the wedding.

Moral: read the fine print in the contract. Harder, but more reliable.

Are you able to believe in a miracle?

The first is lyrical, and the second is a fantastic story from the life of an ordinary person who had to live in the USSR in the second half of the last century.

A middle-aged man and woman are planning to make a fictitious marriage. They discuss all the shortcomings and advantages of this decision, in the interim by eating sprats, which in those years were considered a delicacy.

They seriously talk about the behests of Lenin, discuss the possibility of life on other planets, dream of obtaining the author's certificate of the inventor.

Even in difficult years of queues and shortages, the main thing was everyday life with family worries and joys, and not a battle for the triumph of communism.

Will these two find their happiness?

The second story is about a random phone call of a forty-year-old man who lived in the seventies of the twentieth century. He managed, or rather, was lucky, to talk with a thirteen-year-old girl from the besieged Leningrad. Through the years, through the distance ...

Did they understand each other?

Hurry to do good.

Manuscripts do not burn. So Woland said of the book of the Master, whom Margarita loved.

She was the wife of another. But I fell in love with the Master at first sight. And became his muse. I went to his home, read the chapters from his book about Pontius Pilate. Was his support in everything. Very worried when he disappeared.

She even had to be the mistress of the ball at Satan for her meeting with her beloved.

Only then Woland told her that the master did not deserve happiness, but deserved peace.

And Voland with his retinue did God in Moscow, better - hell, he knows what. Lived in a bad apartment on Sadovaya street.

Predicted that Berlioz will cut off the head of the girl-Komsomol. And then he got under the tram.

Woland sent the director of a variety show to the Crimea. He punished the crook-manager.

I spent a session of black magic without exposing it. Yes, so that the half-naked young ladies were forced to hide from passers-by. He said that Muscovites messed up the housing issue.

The play takes place in the Moscow metro. The unfinished subway station turns into an apartment on the Patriarch's Ponds, then into the ward in the hospital.

"Love jumped out before us, as a murderer in an alley jumps out from under the earth, and struck us both at once!" So the Master spoke of his love. Better not say.

Favorite songs of our Soviet past. Well, if among them will be your favorite.

Most, of course, about love.

"Where the maple rustles over the river wave, we talked about love with you. Noisy that maple, the field is haunted by the haze, and love, like a dream, passed by. "

But there are also hooligan-table women: "Bells-bells are ringing. Our horses raced for two hours in a row. Our horses have become tense - the long journey. Is not it time for us to wave a glass? "

The broken songs of the time when the Moscow residence permit was almost an unattainable dream.

"Mom, I love the janitor!" Mom, I'll go for the janitor! Janitor without problems and risk

In a moment will make a residence permit. That's why I like janitors! "

And of course, compassionate, touching the soul: "Stand by the locomotive, do not rush, wheels. Conductor, press the brakes. I hasten to see my mother's mother with the last greet to appear on the eyes. "

But the mischievous, of course, more. Among them, an unforgettable "Chicken roasted".

Come! You will not regret.

"Listen, children: there was a cat in the world, overseas, Angora" and, as it should be for overseas cats, she was glamorous and liked to boast of her refinement: she invited neighbors: a goat with a goat, a rooster with a chicken, a pig, boasted, that he knows how to sing, that the house has beautifully furnished.

Only their nephews, the kittens of minors, did not invite me and did not drink tea: she did not like beggars, who are staggering around the city, they are begging for food.

So the cat's house stood, until it burned down. And how burnt, so suddenly it turned out that there was nowhere to go to the cat! Only to the nephews, whose house - one name: there is no roof, the floors have been eaten by the mouse ...

Just a little bit more - and we will live.

Soon leave, summer. And the real life will begin.

But the problems at work, the relatives decided to unexpectedly arrive, then three extra kilograms ... And a new, happy life does not come.

One girl is waiting for the prince on a white horse, her mother dreams of becoming a professional bridge player, a young man dreams of leaving for Switzerland, a married couple believes that for happiness they lack their own nest.

And all to happiness - a stone's throw. The bright future is looming on the horizon.

You can leave - far away and for a long time. Forever. But, wherever their destiny takes them, they always take with them their fears, doubts, disappointments, themselves.

Time flows through your fingers, but nothing changes. But, it seems, the only thing that will facilitate their existence and vomit from a vicious circle is death.

Funerals are the only thing that can bring diversity to their lives. But they begin to happen with disappointing regularity.

These people are our friends, our neighbors, passers-by, whom we see hundreds every day. And, maybe, it is we ourselves?

Pack your bags, dear friends.