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.
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 ...
Our whole life is a passing smile.
There is nothing more charming than a summer night. From her you are more drunk than with wine. My head is spinning and I'm drawn to the dance.
Sometimes lovers need a little push. Shyness and modesty do not always play into the hands. You can miss something important.
But what if you are in a huge ancient castle? Romance hovers in the air and directly pushes each other.
Especially if the only barrier between you is just a thin wall.
The insanity of love is all here. Love is everywhere - in the matrimonial bedroom, in the closet, in the kitchen and, of course, in the hearts.
The lawyer is very much in love with his wife. But she does not sleep with him. She dreams of his son, but he dreams about something else.
The lawyer is in love with the actress too, but the actress sleeps with an aristocrat. With whom the wife of an aristocrat sleeps is a great mystery.
The maid is sleeping with whom she wants. But he prefers a cheerful stableman. A pretty old woman is sleeping behind a card table.
But a warm summer night will put everything in its place.
Smile at your mistakes.
"It's all the same, for whom to marry, the main thing is to marry."
And so all the suitors do not have enough. And if the girl is ugly?
It's a fixable thing, if you are a princess! Papa the king will think of something.
The princess's father is waiting for the suitors. The doors of the palace are open to them.
The most charming and gay prankster decided to play the next groom. She changed into a servant girl, and forced her maid to pretend to be a lady of royal blood.
But the groom turned out to be a gay princess, who so bravely skates on rollerblades! They behaved just like children! He talked with her and legs, and crawled along the roofs, and played stupid servants.
She chose her as her husband.
And at the wedding, a miracle happened! Unattractive princess became a beauty.
Just many years ago, she was bewitched. The groom fell in love with her good heart and she changed. Only the princess's aunt knew this secret.
A kind and cheerful English fairy tale with songs and dances from the witty author of the story about Winnie the Pooh.
Thriller with cabbage filling.
Once in the KVN I heard American blues about Little Red Riding Hood. Since then, I am smiling at her mention ...
This, of course, what should be a brave girl to scratch one. Through the forest. Yes, and with pies. Nobody argues, granny is sacred. But, it seems, Mama does not care at all that her wolf can take a snack.
But then went to a psychological thriller. A sophisticated assassin (besides a wolf) cunningly tries to find out the path for the girl and ... even a patty, a bastard, begged.
Eats the grandmother entirely (just imagine now the size of this monster - the grandmother something to swallow), but the further attention ... disguises (!) In her clothes and remains to wait for the Hood ...
In my opinion, the poor girl is waiting for a big surprise, after she "pulls the string."
Are you ready to please the child with a bright and juicy, musical and very funny fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood"?
Sing songs with all your favorite Hats, think about how to outwit an evil wolf and save a grandmother. And recharge the most radiant energy of this wonderful musical.
I was having a dream. Not everything in it was a dream.
Poor brides of small county towns. How difficult is it for them to arrange a personal life! No worthy party.
But by a lucky coincidence, a rich prince came to the city alone. Well also what, what aged? The man though where! In addition to youth, nothing was lost.
One of the local ladies, his good friend, in any way trying to pass for him his beautiful daughter. That at first was capricious, but the prospect of loneliness frightens her.
The old prince is glad to be able to regain his youth. And the wedding seems to have already been decided ...
But, what a fairy tale, if there is no villain in it? Denied once a pretender to the hand of the girl is declared to take revenge. The intrigue twists.
Do not believe your eyes, all matchmaking is just a dream, says the insidious villain.
This prince is simply a fatal man. I arrived, spent one day in the city, but left me indelible memories for life. So he left in full confidence that he slept well. A dream ... so little that can dream!
What if our whole life is only a dream of something that will never happen?
A dream is a lifetime.
Love is many-sided ...
Headphones hanging from the collar. Luminous screen of an open laptop. The book was read halfway. Here everything, every detail lives and breathes. The words of the song speak of the last meeting. The unwritten text of the message hints at a future meeting. The chosen story makes you plunge into the experiences of the past. And everything says about one thing - about love.
How many varieties of love? Here you utter the word love, and before you there is a specific image. Love for your soul mate, love for children, love for your parents. Love to the Motherland and its city. Or not to his. But still love. Love is passionate, tender love, love is dangerous, forbidden and even deadly. Love has a thousand faces. There are as many people as there are people on earth.
And this is a topic that everyone talks about and thinks about. Each of the nearly seven billion people on Earth.
A string of stories that follow one another gives a full perspective of love. In its pristine, purest form. As it is in life. The funny goes after the sad, and the romance immediately after the cynicism.
It seems to be doing the same thing ... but in fact? For example, going to the store. She admires the dress with admiration. Only for him. He really wants to like him. And he goes to the store behind the revolver. She really wants to kill her lover.
Sometimes we get sick with each other. There are no drugs. And we will fever for the rest of our lives. Until we die.
How much in our life was associated with notes, letters, telegrams!
We carefully store one of the notebooks of the first-grade son, the letters of the groom from the army and the wife from the hospital.
What a pity that very soon even friends will not recognize each other's handwriting! We are still now, and in the future we will increasingly use a computer.
Eugene Grishkovets sincerely and confidently reflects on how the modern world has changed. It's sad to part with even such a trifle as a blotter from a school notebook.
Writing typewriters became unnecessary, the postage stamps, fountain pens and pen drawers were gone.
Few people in our time remember birch bark letters, the letters on which our ancestors wrote. Even many books began to be read only on electronic media.
The memory of the past is important for each of us. With light sadness and nostalgia I want to remember school notebooks and textbooks, institute notebooks and abstracts, paper geographic maps. They were an important part of our lives.
We regret the past. Dear memories, how they warm the soul ...
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."