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"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.

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."

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 commandments and ten deadly sins, becoming the place where you can come and think what all these ten "Do not ..." mean.

Oliver Sachs was a neuropsychologist and worked all his life with people suffering from various disorders and abnormalities: who stopped feeling his body, who curses and twitches without end, and someone, perhaps, does not even recognize his wife and accepts his hat! ..

But, probably, the world would never know about the incredible tricks that his brain can make with a man if Oliver Sachs did not have one more important talent - the ability to beautifully and breathtakingly describe all that he had seen as a doctor. Yes, he was a writer. According to his book, this performance was staged.

Freaks, crazy, strange, awkward people - all the characters here are special. They are touching and touching in their attempts to master this world, to understand which glove should be worn on which hand ...

This is the deep human message of the play, partly ironic, a little sad, but certainly kind, calling us to observe special people simultaneously and with the impartial position of the curious scientist, and from the deeply experienced, compassionate person.

The sad fate of genius.

See and hear a person when he is long gone? Meet with an extinct star? It is possible! We will see how he was. So beautiful! With disheveled hair, from the wind and impatient touches of female fingers. With the gait of a sleeper, with the same playful squint of sky-blue eyes. Razuhabist dances, the rustle of trees and dull urban suburbs ... He remembers everything! Is it an autumn rain or is his soul crying?

Rowdy and drunkard, brawler and reveler. Incorrigible red tape and a frequenter of street fights. But desperately gentle, conceited and very vulnerable. The bitterness of his fate and the scars of his soul are in his poems. God does not choose whom to give talent. He was and remained a bright star in the sky of Russian poetry.

They found him in a stuffy hotel room. The rope wrapped its neck imperiously. The face twisted from suffocation expressed not pain and suffering, but only an all-consuming melancholy. And a yellowed, crumpled piece of paper with farewell words written in his blood. Of course, in verse.

Sergey Yesenin never played by the rules. Just turned and walked away. What a pity that so early !.