The girl from the future is the same as any of our contemporaries, only more courageous and advanced: she is well versed in technology and knows that if her husband is not among the familiar men, one can always turn to a special agency where she will be picked up by her order. .. husband-robot!
And what is so bad about such a mechanical groom? Made in full accordance with the wishes of the "bride", he is handsome, well read, clever ...
And even when something does not work out for them - not everything is so easy even with robots! - The girl will not pass. He will come to a popular show, tell about his love failures. And before her, women shed tears before the screen, they complained about the suitors who fled!
How so? It turns out that, no matter how you twist the gears of love, no matter how you try to calculate everything, and happiness is simply not measured, not constructed, assembled, disassembled, as a designer.
I'm not from you, Mom, I'm leaving, I'm leaving the mess.
Snow flakes fall softly and unhurriedly from the sky. White fluffs sweep before my eyes, remain on eyelashes and cool streams flow down the cheeks. And let your life seem unbearable to you, your hands fall down powerlessly. But you promised your mother that you will be strong.
Sometimes it is worth forgetting all the blatant ideas of our civilization and paying attention to what was known to the wildest savages - respect for the mother. Maternal love is a black hole. It absorbs even the most vile and vile things. Lies, betrayal, uneaten breakfast.
When there is no reason for resentment, anything can serve as an excuse. Even semolina porridge. And how else should you behave when you are already pounding your nasty lumps against your throat? Turn around and leave. And it does not matter that it's winter outside, dark and minus thirty. Resentment and anger warm better than sheepskin coats. Sometimes I want it so cold. To the heart - ice, soul - concrete, stone. To look - snow, frost. And sometimes almost it turns out. You already feel this cold in your soul, you wait for it, you are ready for it ... but for some reason your mother looks into your eyes and starts to smile.
Wars are cursed by mothers. Manka is cursed by children.
Each premiere in the Mayakovsky Theater is an event. And not only because this theater has long acquired a "name", but also because the choice always falls on works very unusual, and sometimes specially created for this "scene".
And the "Russian Romance" is no exception. Delivered by Mindaugas Karbauskis on the play of Marius Iwaszkiewicz, who already created for the theater of the delightful "Kant", the performance, the space of which was re-created on the stage by Sergey Barkhin, will necessarily become the pearl of the theatrical season.
So, what will the prime minister tell us about?
This time the speech with the audience will lead to literature, geniuses in literature and their lives, how written, not written, and even the works conceived by the author affect his life. And if we undertake to study the subject of such a subtle - then certainly on the example of one of the most solid, large and significant figures of Russian literature - Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy.
We, the submissive authorities of the director and the author of the play, will be transferred to the everyday life of the genius creator, in which the fates of fictional heroes are mixed with the fates and lives of his relatives and friends. But, maybe, they not simply mix up? Maybe they are fighting desperately with each other for the "first" place in his life? Who will win? And can there be any victory in such a battle?
Do you want to make God laugh? Tell him about your plans.
Everything seemed so reasonable.
A rich man, a respected chairman of the bank's management was going to celebrate the anniversary of this organization. But unexpectedly his wife came ...
Why does not she let him do business? To get rid of her endless stories about relatives and girlfriends he never succeeds.
How would you put it out of the bank?
And some old woman is bothering him, who came to ask him for her husband's pension. But he did not work in this bank!
The accountant writes the annual report. The confusion with women prevents him from concentrating.
Will they find any way out of this situation?
The second story of the bet that the millionaire concluded with a young lawyer. The rich man promised him two million rubles if he would stay in voluntary imprisonment for fifteen years.
Is this incredible story going to end without the intervention of a woman?
"Do not say that youth has ruined, that jealousy has been tormented by mine."
"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?"
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."
"You want an animal's happiness, but life will not let you get drunk and be happy, and sometimes it will be strangled with blows."
Women are unpredictable. From them you can wait for anything.
A young widow still mourns for her husband, but she is bored with her alone. That would meet a real man! He would have been her support in life, and she would have surrounded him with care.
But some impudent person comes to her estate, who demands that she immediately give away the money that his husband owed him.
How dare he talk so insolently with a woman! Yes, he is handsome, tall and stately. In addition, a brave military man. But completely ill-mannered! Maybe I should fall into a swoon?
Here such cheat! Lured all the same guy.
And the second lady to match her. For a long time she misses the girls. It would Seem to be happy for any groom. And a familiar neighbor came to her, a decent and decent man.
True, a little zanudliv. But this is not the main thing.
And she absolutely tortured him with cavils. So you can stay without a husband!
It's good that her father hinted at the purpose of his neighbor's visit.
But will the young people be happy?
"In family life, the most important screw is love."
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. "
"She then inflamed him, then poured cold water."
How much vicious beauty in this young woman!
Polish actress and Russian officer, hussar. She is six years older than him.
She is very pretty, with an excellent figure and a beautiful face. I liked reading and talking about the dark forces of evil.
She liked him at first sight, and he gave her his heart. But his father would never approve of this marriage. And she was not going to leave the stage.
The officer took off an apartment for her, beautifully left a love nest. I gave her gifts and flowers.
And she twisted and twisted it as she wanted. That was nice and kind, then cruel and indifferent.
He completely lost his peace. Hardly experienced the mood swings of a beloved woman, she was very jealous of her.
The girl insisted on the imminent death, mourned her death in advance.
And just one shot decided her fate.
Is it worth listening to a woman when she asks her to kill?
"Is it ... my only assignment on earth is to destroy other people's hopes?"
Grigory Pechorin and condemns his character, and admires himself.
So I want to believe in the sincerity of this clever and talented person, but his cynicism first guards, and then scares.
He does not speak well of anyone! It ridicules love and friendship, mocks the closest people.
He is not confused by the difference in age, nor the illness, nor the injury of a person.
A sharp tongue rarely led anyone to the good.
Why does he reject the tender feelings of a sweet girl, ready to give him her heart?
Listen to the ironic and sorrowful confession of one whom one does not want to call a hero of his time.
"I sometimes despise myself ... Is it because I despise others?"