"Can not you wait for me to have fun and joy? You can get sick like that. "

Cinderella offended stepmother and sisters.

"Because I'm kind, I'm torn from the morning." She works all day, and all of her only reproach.

But she will surely be happy! Her godmother, a fairy, will help her.

"It's very bad not to go to the ball when you deserve it."

In the palace, both the king and the beautiful prince surround her with care and attention. But the girl must escape no later than twelve.

How good that the prince decided to find a fugitive!

Favorite fairy tale comes to life in a colorful and musical performance.

"One day they will ask: what can you, so to speak, present? And no ties will help you to make the foot small, the soul - big, and the heart - fair. "

He is just a soldier, especially one-legged, and fell in love with a beautiful ballerina. True, she also likes to stand on one leg!

How does he feel that the dancer will not respond to his tender feelings!

The toy was presented to a small boy, where he was in a box with other soldiers.

The story of the fidelity and staunchness of a brave tin soldier, who passed all the trials, but did not forget his first love.

The soldier is facing a dangerous journey on a paper boat. Then he fell into the water and barely escaped from the water rat, but was swallowed by a large fish.

The cook found the soldier and carried it to the nursery.

But he still has to cope with the machinations of the evil troll who lives in a snuffbox.

Troll also likes a pretty ballerina.

Kind children's performance on one of the best fairy tales of Andersen.

Together - more fun! And the rain is afraid to be more cheerful, and the echoes to be called out, and the secret language to invent ...

And it's impossible to divide singly and singly into singles, it's absolutely necessary to have a comrade there!

In general, without a friend anywhere. Therefore, the kitten Gav and the puppy made friends. Now they go to visit each other and walk together.

Where it became more interesting to live! It is necessary, say, a puppy for a cutlet to hide. Then the kitten will help him: hide it in the stomach, and deal with the end. No one will find a cutlet anymore, no one will take it!

In Moscow, there are places that can be called "Bulgakov": here the writer lived and worked, funny stories happened to him there. But especially the interests of those locations, which placed the author of the heroes of the novel "The Master and Margarita."

In places that played an important role in the life of Mikhail Bulgakov, and in those places that are noted in the novel, the guests of the excursion will be lucky with the retro tram "302-BIS". If you dive into the past, if you dive headlong into the world of the Bulgakov novel, then only on such a tram - stylish, beautiful. Such a tram - like an echo of the past times, missed several decades, which passed unnoticed.

But Moscow, undoubtedly, has changed. What did Bulgakov's contemporaries and the author of the "Master and Margarita" see? ..

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.

"You can tell by eyes whether a person has money or not."

Zoe has a special scent for money. He knows everything at all costs and will not give himself up for offense.

She dreamed of making a lot, and then going to Paris. She saw this city only in a dream.

And in the Soviet Moscow of the thirties, the ladies do not live sweetly. Beautiful outfits in the afternoon with fire do not get - you can only sew.

So Zoya conceived in her cozy apartment to open a sewing workshop for sewing fashionable dresses and working clothes for the proletariat.

But this is for a diversion of eyes. A lot of money will be brought to her by the visiting house. And her assistants are one better than the other - a charming rascal and a former lover.

She organizes cheerful parties with them.

Scammers are always there. They reported to whom it follows that Zoya is a "socially dangerous type". Caring is full of mouth.

But trouble does not come alone. She's got a commercial director killed in her apartment!

Now she can not escape arrest. I cried her apartment!

Fires of military roads. They can burn your soul to the ground.

There is a grief that can not be experienced.

The mother of adult twin children asks them to go to Lebanon, to her homeland and find a father and an older brother. They never saw their relatives.

Brother and sister fulfill the last will of the mother.

But they could not even imagine how many troubles had to be experienced by their mother.

She was a Muslim, she lived in a small village. The only one of all my relatives learned to read and write.

In the second third of the twentieth century in the Middle East raging war. She gave birth to the first son in prison, quite young. He was taken from her. All the searches for the child were in vain.

Horrors of war haunted her. After many years, she again went to jail. Loud sang in the cell to drown out the screams of those who were tortured by the villains. She was raped by a jailer who turned out to be her eldest son.

Is he the father of twins?

Passion in this performance reaches the level of the ancient Greek tragedy.

The dark past keeps terrible secrets. Do not try to look into hell.

Favorite songs of our Soviet past. Well, if among them will be your favorite.

Most, of course, about love.

"Where the maple rustles over the river wave, we talked about love with you. Noisy that maple, the field is haunted by the haze, and love, like a dream, passed by. "

But there are also hooligan-table women: "Bells-bells are ringing. Our horses raced for two hours in a row. Our horses have become tense - the long journey. Is not it time for us to wave a glass? "

The broken songs of the time when the Moscow residence permit was almost an unattainable dream.

"Mom, I love the janitor!" Mom, I'll go for the janitor! Janitor without problems and risk

In a moment will make a residence permit. That's why I like janitors! "

And of course, compassionate, touching the soul: "Stand by the locomotive, do not rush, wheels. Conductor, press the brakes. I hasten to see my mother's mother with the last greet to appear on the eyes. "

But the mischievous, of course, more. Among them, an unforgettable "Chicken roasted".

Come! You will not regret.

Each production of Vladimir Pankov is becoming an extraordinary event of Moscow theater. Although even in the whole whole country.

Perhaps, because this director manages to not only talently embody on the stage any works. In addition, he created his own - an amazing direction called "saundrama." "Morphine" - the first in this series, brought him a few theater awards and has been on the stage for nine years already. And created for the Festival. Chekhov "War" continues to conquer the metropolitan public.

And now, a new performance in the same amazing style, combining music, plastic, text. When all this, even simple noises, merges into a single whole, forming the space of the inner world where the characters live, help them to immerse themselves completely in the atmosphere of their life, to feel them at arm's length.

And what will he tell us about this time? About such a strange and at the same time very Russian concept as "zilovshchina." About where the truly Russian yearning comes from and what it does to a person. And that a person who has lost himself in this melancholy, who has lost the opportunity to love, and maybe even a belief in what he is capable of loving, does with the people around him.

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.

Just a little bit more - and we will live.

Soon leave, summer. And the real life will begin.

But the problems at work, the relatives decided to unexpectedly arrive, then three extra kilograms ... And a new, happy life does not come.

One girl is waiting for the prince on a white horse, her mother dreams of becoming a professional bridge player, a young man dreams of leaving for Switzerland, a married couple believes that for happiness they lack their own nest.

And all to happiness - a stone's throw. The bright future is looming on the horizon.

You can leave - far away and for a long time. Forever. But, wherever their destiny takes them, they always take with them their fears, doubts, disappointments, themselves.

Time flows through your fingers, but nothing changes. But, it seems, the only thing that will facilitate their existence and vomit from a vicious circle is death.

Funerals are the only thing that can bring diversity to their lives. But they begin to happen with disappointing regularity.

These people are our friends, our neighbors, passers-by, whom we see hundreds every day. And, maybe, it is we ourselves?

Pack your bags, dear friends.

"Let the person be no more than the eye of an ant - but the personality is a person! So I think! "

The Horton elephant is an example of honesty and decency, from someone, and it's not a shame to learn from him! It does not matter which creature is big, small or very tiny, the elephant Horton treats everyone with the greatest respect. It is a person, even a tiny one. He will not let him exterminate the city, even if this city is the size of a fuzz!

And if an elephant had to sit out an egg, he would not abandon the chick for anything in the world. And cold and hunger are not terrible to him, because the main thing is not to let the egg freeze, from there the whole person will soon hatched! And it turned out that a slogan came out of the egg - after all, his elephant was hatching! Whatever you say, and this was a worthy retribution for his labors - the elephant Horton was happy when he saw the toddler!