Philosophy for improving digestion.

Somewhere there are torrential rains, but in Koenigsberg, the weather is fine. In general, everything is fine, except for one strange thing: the birds do not fly away, and the apples do not fall. Something is really wrong here.

A good topic for a good dinner. As well as, for example, why fly balloons, or why chairs stagger.

How strange that the clock in this room resolutely refuses to tick.

And lunch is a good reason to gather with friends and develop a philosophy. Quietly and slowly. They generally do not hurry. Table talk for them is almost a religious ritual.

Words, words, words ... that's all in all, what they left us. But is it so little?

So it is not enough to understand what's what, where, where, where and why, what really is, and what a dream. Is it not enough to disrupt the human soul in small pieces and lay it down on the shelves?

Everything would go as usual, if there was no ringing at the door ... A beautiful young girl disappeared as quickly as she appeared.

Philosophers have an answer for everything. Except one - who is this girl and why did she come? Getting an autograph was just an excuse for something else ...

The golden autumn will one day end. And on the ground from the trees fall thousands of apples.

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!

The last coin of his past lives out.

A noble house, a beautiful garden. How good it is here in the spring, when the cherry blossoms!

Now the garden is partially cut down, the villas will be built. Everything is sold, lost.

The new master is happy: his father and on the threshold of such a noble house were not allowed, but now he owns all the property. But also unhappy too: how would he like that this light beauty does not go away so that the former owner of the garden does not leave so that the blooming of the beautiful garden continues like a beautiful fairy tale ... like a dream of that paradise of a carefree noble life in which people do not think about deeds, Trading, money.

Power is something that people aspired to and five centuries ago and twenty ... Power intoxicates, deprives reason, pushes against battles and betrayals. But ... how do we know what happened in this fight?

We open the history textbook, leaf through page after page, vchityvayas in lines, dry, ascertaining facts. But after these names, dates - there are already looming images of people who once lived, but their features are not yet clear, they are so hard to catch.

And then, we close the historical directory and open the book ... On the volume it is written "Pushkin. Boris Godunov". A historical drama, realistic ... in which live people look at us with feelings, fears, aspirations.

They, like flies in amber, are bogged down in intrigues, in a thirst for power, they accomplish crimes, confuse love with a cold cynical calculation, they lose themselves and suffer like soulless dolls when they get to the top.

But when all this comes to life on the stage, dressed in luxurious outfits of those epochs, when from there, from the twilight, a living voice begins to sound, a warning ringing in your ears, and the ghost of the murdered prince flashes, and somewhere near bliss the holy fool, unconditionally you begin to believe - in The history of power, the state of the Russian and those people who created it, wrote on the pages with their own blood and destinies. Which so desperately reliably play on stage wonderful actors, giving us the opportunity to touch the real lives of people far away for us.

He is "part of the strength of that which does good without numbers, wishing evil to all."

Meet! The mysterious Mephistopheles is not a gloomy old man, but a handsome modern guy, elegantly dressed and attractive. He even wears a fashionable hat!

With him you can have fun chatting about the philosophy and oddities of the female soul, drinking wine.

But he has some sinister charm and magnetism ...

Mephistopheles promises to Dr. Faust unknown pleasure.

And he introduces the scientist to Margarita, a very young girl, a pure soul.

Does a depraved doctor kill her? She is so naive!

Mephistopheles dances tango and compliments Margarita. Why did he need this farce? Is it possible to behave this way?

Faust will reflect on the mystery of love. He is interested in the meaning of human life. Why is he so tormented, suffering and mad with passions? What is the tragedy of his life?

Love can destroy a person. But can you sacrifice your life for her?

Faustus vehemently accuses Mephistopheles of his vicious inclinations. An unexpected answer awaits him.

The performance is based on ancient German legends about a mysterious doctor who met the devil and sold him his soul.

Whether Doctor Faust will sacrifice himself for the sake of Margarita, who was ruined by him.

Mystical performance, colorful show.

"How long ago it was, and was there anyway what was ..."

With these words from a letter written more than a hundred years ago, a performance begins.

Sisters Prozorov are deeply unhappy. These noble young women never found their place in life.

Most recently their father died, the general. Grief from this loss is difficult for them to survive.

They are gasping for the boredom of a provincial city, and most importantly for lack of love.

And their only brother is unmarried.

The eldest of sisters does not like and does not respect her husband.

The average sister remained an old maid. It seeks to fill the void of its life with a multitude of unnecessary deeds.

The younger sister fell in love, but is afraid even to admit it.

How to survive in the whirlpool of passions and anxieties? Men do not live up to their expectations.

They dream about interesting work, about a new life in a big city, about Moscow.

But it's impossible to escape from oneself.

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? ..

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.

Write me letters. I will read. Then, someday, look through together.

Can I read someone else's letters? No, but I want to!

Especially if they are addressed to adults, dear mom and dad, lost hair, and even more so - to the entire population of the Russian Federation.

Is that how much men differ from women? They also do not know how to keep secrets, and also do not mind throwing a dozen, and preferably two, years.

We are all interested in the same topics - love and death, faith and disbelief. Especially when we approach a certain age limit.

Talk about what is close and understandable to everyone. Questions, the answers to which everyone must find himself.

For example, to understand the complex relationship with his wife, even the experts of the club "What? Where? When?"

Or how to find a common language with the Motherland so that it does not leave you. Can not, poor, tolerate more of these binges.

Why do we come to this world, if only a long-nailed or nothing is left of us?

The present time and the present people are in faces. A good reason to speak honestly and frankly with yourself.

But I'll still write to you whether you like it or not.

Then we'll read it together.

The woman Dog tamed, lured him with a sweet bone, now the Dog will sit on a leash and guard the dwelling, now he - along with the Man, lives in his family. Now he is home.

The woman has tamed the cow: the cow was tempted by a succulent grass, fragrant hay, has agreed to stand in a stall, to give to the person milk, to be - a domestic cow.

I tamed the Horse, now the Horse serves the man, there was also the horse once-wild, but became-home.

And Cat? It would be useful to tame a cat, she would catch mice and cradle a child, rumble and mourn, sing songs to him ... Yes, only how will you tame it, masterful? She walks by herself ...

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!