What kind of wife to choose? Princess in a pink dress, which with a glamorous dog in the guests appeared? The nature of such a bride is unbearable, and she certainly does not know how to cook, but she will be demanding much from her husband!
No, it's much better to marry a simple girl, hard-working. With her, any work - in joy, and to work around the house together with her nice!
And the time will come - and the stork will have to catch up. Well, to catch up so to catch up, there's nothing to do. Go!
A ballet with many tricks not only amuses and amuses young spectators: it teaches them how beautiful love is!
The Tin Soldier was in love with the Ballerina, but their romantic union was prevented by the evil Troll. Unsaid, reincarnated left their youthful feeling - but even so it was perfect!
To be amazed at your love and be ready to give your heart to another - only such straightforward and honest natures as the Tin Soldier are able to remain true to their great feelings!
They are intelligent and even somewhat abstruse, but they are confused in the simplest and most understandable - love. They are drawn to each other, but within the framework of marriage, attraction is difficult to fit, because around - solid temptations.
Couples break up, and it turns out that friends have nothing to advise their friends who decided to disperse: everyone has their own problems in the relationship, and someone has long been splitting the marriage at the seams ...
The performance of Konstantin Bogomolov absorbed the subtle humor of Woody Allen, once again proving that the scenes of clarifying the relationship from the outside look not so ugly as ridiculous and absurd that it does not negate the value of the relationship itself, because without love, apparently, there is nothing Will talk ...
The truth is good, but happiness is better.
A former Petersburger, a twenty-eight-year-old young man who two years ago fled with a stranger to the Caucasus.
But even in the seaside town of Ivan Laevsky, it was a long time ago.
Once the turbulent feelings that connect him with his beloved woman have disappeared. Nadezhda Feodorovna began to irritate him. Where does love go? Ivan tired of lying to Hope.
And she, having made debts, also was carried away by the police bailiff. Moreover, one of the merchants, an oriental man, looks at her with lust.
Hope receives news of her husband's death in Petersburg. But Ivan is not in a hurry to marry her, knowing about her treason.
In a small town everyone is at one another's sight. And the laborer, the zoologist von Koren despises Laevsky, considering him a chatterbox, a debauchee and a loafer.
In a fit of irritation and taking advantage of an insignificant occasion, he calls Ivan to a duel.
Can they kill each other? Even the rules of the duel none of them really do not know.
But, most importantly, this duel becomes for them a kind of shake-up, a milestone.
It's just right to think about whether you are living right.
The truth of life ... So hard to find it.
Bazarov did not fit in the village life, or he planted the turmoil with his nihilism, that is, the negation of everything and a contemptuous attitude towards principles, or simply bored everyone. He believed in one physiology and matter, and she overcame him: first, earthly love, then typhus.
And in the meantime, the rest of the village paradise lives sweetly: ladies gather flowers, gentlemen conduct intelligent conversations, and enjoy everything with life. Kirsanov Sr. has long been happy in love, and it's time to get married. Younger, too, love smiled, he found his Katenka ...
Two pairs, two weddings - and why should they quarrel, fathers and children? Let them live happily, they live.
Only the one to whom everything is not cute, who has always opposed everyone, tragically finished his life ...
The crisis of middle age ... The crisis in creativity ...
Is it normal to make films "normal"? Or, nevertheless, you need to shoot well, if not perfectly, so that you can immediately see: the director wanted to speak out, it's important to tell, he did not shoot the film for the sake of money, for the sake of art.
But that's just where to get it, the art of it, the idea is high, if nothing goes into your head?
There are many such martyrs in the director's direction, as in any other creative profession, who try to create something worthwhile, try and try ... But it does not work out!
But if you look from the outside, then all of these creators are ... normal. Even if "something is not" in their life or in creativity, it is still possible to live and it is necessary, and it's time to think about the next film!
Prudish Englishmen? Yes, they are cheerful and ironic!
About his brilliant comedy Oscar Wilde said that she can turn life into a real holiday, not only for contemporaries, but for descendants. Aphoristic replicas of the heroes: "If you are not for long, I am ready to wait for you all my life" or "Absolutely immoral person ...
This is the only explanation for his incomprehensible attractiveness. " (If I'm too well-dressed, I redeem it because I'm too well brought up).
Gentlemen Algernon Moncriff and Jack Warding fall in love with the girls, each of whom dreams of a narrowing by the name of Ernest (in translation from English - serious). Will they manage with the charmers? Relatives do not approve of these unions.
The successful resolution of an old story with a child once lost will help the lovers to find happiness.
With his characteristic talent to look at the classical play in a completely new way, the director Dolmazyan created an enchantingly funny and beautiful play with almost circus tricks.
Make sure that an easy and cheerful performance can be intelligent, stylish and intelligent.
It is not worth the village without a righteous man.
Devotees, righteous, kind souls. They are hard on them.
Such is Maria Khristoforovna, a modest retiree. She was born in the village, working as a cleaner.
For her to help another - how to breathe. Can not pass by someone else's trouble.
How else? This was born, not at sixty the same years to change.
She has neither happiness nor money. I worked all my life - I did not save anything.
The most bitter is that she buried all her relatives. And in place of the old cemetery, the city authorities made the lake. Even the dear graves she did not have.
The adopted son did foolish things, got to prison. How many more sorrows will she have to endure?
So she fantasizes. So it's easier for her. Describes how the daughter of Brezhnev himself came to the store with gold braids. And her father walked around the city without security.
Marusenka sees in the dream of an old man. Does God call her to himself? She is tired of carrying her cross, such a heavy burden.
And why did she only intervene in the drunken fight of teenagers?
A true courage to help your neighbor. On such people the earth holds.
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.