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.
He waited a long fifteen years. Once he was good-natured, young and naive. It would seem that he should not have had enemies. But the judge put his eye on his wife - and the young barber for nothing was sent to serve life penal servitude.
He escaped from penal servitude, he returned to London fifteen years later. He wants to take revenge on the judge - but the path to revenge is long. And now every counter, any casually wandering client becomes an enemy ...
He forgot what it felt like, long forgotten how to forgive.
How will this horrible story of despair and hatred end?
How much does love cost.
Everything is sold and everything is bought. Everything has a price. Everyone has a price. The market economy has penetrated into the world of human relations.
He sold his dream. And what did you want to become as a child? A cosmonaut, a cook, a fireman, a teacher? Most likely, they chose noble professions.
And he so dreamed of becoming a scientist! Represented himself in the ghostly light of a laboratory with a test tube in his hand. In a dream, I dreamed of science.
But it was necessary to keep an old father. Therefore I had to serve not the science, but the state. In the end, to become a policeman is to work for the benefit of society.
Now the father is dead. Empty apartment is covered with dusty furniture. Here it is, an inheritance. All that remains of a loved one. It's time to appreciate everything.
But, the more the appraiser lingers, considering the price, the clearer it is that how much is past and present, successes and failures.
Three hammer blows. Sales!
Behave yourself properly. You're not at school.
School is a huge part of our life. We grow among these naked painted walls, concrete staircases, painted desks and the smell of overcooked buckwheat from the dining room.
Toddlers fervently stick to school, swinging from the weight of the satchel from side to side. The older the person, the smaller the backpack.
And then comes the day when a brazen and self-assured high school student, putting his hand in his pocket, comes with one notebook in all subjects. Of course, it does not go to the first lesson.
The last year in school. Last year in this prison cell. Ahead is uncertainty.
But no matter how fate develops, we will always remember. His teachers and classmates, the director, the head teacher, how they were amused at the changes. How to forget ...
And of course remember it. Teachers of chemistry. He also dreamed. And his dream was not destined to be fulfilled either. A quiet alcoholic, a city madman.
But, at me, at me, maybe, still it will turn out? Can it not be too late to do what you want?
In the meantime, get up early and run. To run to school. Let there be no lessons, everything is better than messing with the disgusting children of my aunt. And my mother is far away ... And so alone.
Unhappy school years.
"I love you, passion with all your breath, but my dearest is your soul."
Will Roxanne love the ardent Cyrano, full of "... rage, flight, sparkling, liveliness, fun without wear, after all, a huge nose, blows of a sensing sword behind"?
A classic love story about the beautiful Roxane, in love with the cute and empty-headed Christian, who does not notice the devotion of the not-glittering beauty of the poet Cyrano. He dared in battles, but timid in love and wrote her fervent letters on behalf of Christian. Where will their mocking-fate lead?
The main director of the MOST Theater, Yevgeny Slavutin, not only translated the play of Rostand from the French again, but also put it in an original way with Georgi Dolmazyan.
Can Roxana guess who is the author of the wonderful letters? To whom will she say these words of love? Who is her faithful knight?
One of the most tremulous and heartfelt stories about the love of the gallant age, which evokes the most sincere response in the soul of our contemporaries. Roxanne's words: "My poor friend! Alas! You have stolen your fortune! .. »
The sea of applause will cause a game of actors, wonderful outfits and bright musical accompaniment. Cyrano, born with the sun in his blood, and today is one of our favorite heroes.
Streaming fabrics, playful shadows, dancing color spots - the riot of contrasts is called to help in order to shade the music.
Classical music can be embodied and interpreted in different ways, the richness of melodies involves a lot of interpretations, and the most unexpected visual series can be found in the works of Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Haydn and Piazzolla.
The viewer is invited to go in search of correspondences and roll-calls between sketches-sketches and "The Seasons" of four composers. The support, contrast background or continuation found the music in the theater? ..
Podkustovy vypolzene.
How to give birth to a brilliant idea? It turns out that working on radio is a very laborious and ridiculous process. A marathon is planned, which should be tied to a significant event.
A team of creative employees will transform a lost longboat in the Sea of Japan into a huge cruise liner. A small zoo on its board in the apple of the eye of the red book.
Thus, the whole country is taken for the salvation of the hymenoptera, tufted black hills, and podkustovogo crawling. Meanwhile, at the studio, jokers are trying to shave someone during the broadcast, set fire to a paper in his ear and slip a completely absurd text in his colleague.
But the main fun is yet to come! The secretary fed the whole company with delicious pies that rode in the train for a whole week ...
The play with the participation of N. Grishaeva, M. Vitorgan, M. Polizeymako and, of course, the inimitable quartet produces the effect of an exploded bomb.
The film with the same name won the hearts of thousands of spectators.
It's funny, witty, vital and very talented. The story of one evening radio broadcast turns into an unforgettable comedy.
Look at you, Carnival!
Ah, Ahov! Do not be afraid, there will be a great post for you.
A rich merchant, full-full of his box and chintz, and brocade, and money. And the money is for the bride.
I'm used to trading, and even love affairs go in the form of buying and selling. In the morning money is in the evening wife. In the evening the wife - in the morning money.
But he can consoled himself as much as he likes with the thought that money solves everything. I forgot that people are not a commodity. And for marriage, such a thing as feelings is necessary.
Who could have imagined that a nephew, passionately in love with a girl, would intervene in the event? One misfortune is that he is as poor as a church mouse.
There is a hard choice before a homeless woman: reluctant to marry a decrepit but rich old man and arrange a mother's life or give herself up to a sense of impatience and poverty, but the happiness to live with a sweet shop assistant?
But before the fateful choice are all participants in the events. How to be a mother? To sacrifice the welfare of her daughter or her happiness? A merchant? Continue to all tyrannize, seeking his own, or to accept his fate?
The young man reflects on whether to continue to humble himself before his uncle or get courage and send him to hell?
In the main place, do not eat each other.