Even if it seems that there is no one in this world who can understand the sweet and gentle Thumbelina, she still should not despair! And she will have friends, because there are beautiful wings in the world, such as swallows and elves!
But before they meet with them far away, but for the time being Thumbelina was shut up by the Frog-mother and wants to give her to marry her son ... We need a plan of escape! How to avoid a wedding with a Toad-son?
What, however, Toads, Beetles and Moles now go! Everyone dreams of taking Thumbelina into a wife, but her opinions were not asked! Well, nothing, although fragile in appearance Thumbelina, but against their will will not go, always find a way out! ..
Plundered, cheated inveterate gambler Krechinsky. Cards - his passion and illness, without a game he does not think of his life.
Even married, he gathered, in trust to the rich father of the bride vtursya due to the fact that in debt is mired. But even here he could not resist: as soon as the opportunity presented itself to the business with the appearance of a profitable turn, immediately took up this risky venture!
But nothing came of him this time, the deception was revealed, the betrothal was upset ... But the story did not end!
Nobody is happy with the way things turned out: the bride was compromised, Krechinsky left without money ...
That's what happens when a person has the desire to cash in on simple and honest people! And all ineradicable excitement is to blame, irrepressible craving for the game!
Death to her was the only salvation.
Poor, poor Anna ...
Women are such creatures that, as long as they are not studied, there is always a surprise. Even for her.
Husband, son, position in society. All this is meaningless when it appears. Something insolent was in her clothes and gait. And he flashed a poisonous gleam in his eyes and took her far, far away.
A thief, a thief ... Stole it from the family, from relatives. She stole her heart from her. Shame and disgrace. There is no road back.
The fire of passion flared instantly. But in this world prejudices and stereotypes rule. What choice will she make between her family and her love? After all, it seems that only now she began to really live.
She met him at the station. Someone's devilish eyes snatched the look from the crowd. But the circle will close. The story, which began with the railway, will end there.
This is not love - it's a sure death. Death. Dead sleep, nightmares ... A terrible old man, all in black oil, clattering and screeching on the rails.
In all this wonderful smile is to blame.
"There will be a dowry, there will be grooms, - where honey, there are flies."
At the dacha outside Moscow lives a young girl in marriage. She is a pupil of the general, who took her to her family when she was still a child.
A noblewoman, a young and beautiful girl, but with a very uneasy character. She does not climb into her pocket for words. It's time to get married, only who gets along with her?
In the beginning of summer it is so good to drink tea on the veranda! It is only important that the neighbors are calm and decent people.
She met with a worthy young official. Everyone praises her. In the service he is one of the first. Only without a wife, a good career can not be done. So her mama thinks.
But the trouble is that women do not interest him. But the proud beauty will be able to please a strict and impregnable gentleman. Would she love this biscuit? And why does she give up her dowry?
The comedy of the great Russian playwright A.N. Ostrovsky in our day is as relevant as it was in the nineteenth century.
"Meet some kind, intelligent woman, she will teach you what to do to avoid boredom and anguish."
On the eve of winter and the expectation of summer.
We all live in anticipation of a miracle. Waiting for happiness and love.
What are we just ready to do to achieve this? And then, to save and keep?
Is it possible to call a tangle of passion, hatred, melancholy and romance - love? And what does true love look like?
They were ready for anything for the sake of love. They were ready to commit mortal sin for the sake of their feelings.
Life is a worthy price for love? If love is an infinite good, can it atone for murder?
In this endless series of difficult questions, they simply try to be happy. But is it possible to build happiness on the misfortune of another?
Once a former classmate, now a district policeman calls her a summons. Her husband is missing. However, the spouse did not disappear. He's just no more, she killed him. Now no one will beat her, and there are no more barriers to their love.
But the ugly reality does not give a chance to sincere feelings. Madness comes with the ghost of her husband, now caring, sober and worried about the happiness of the children. Is he now alive than all living people?
Such a different - the love of people ...
Love it? People?
"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!
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.
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.
Attention! The most intimate, the masculine ...
... "There would be sex, like a cigarette shoot: girl, sorry, but you will not have sex? "Oh, no, I quit."
It would be so interesting for every woman to overhear men's conversations! After all, they talk about women and about marriage, about sports, about cars, about money, about work and about their dreams.
Why is the beautiful sex still does not understand that sex with a beloved woman is fundamentally different from having sex with an unloved?
Does anybody know why you need to urgently transfer the grandmother across the road, until someone else did it?
Can I change my wife with sausage?
How exactly can the fascists understand the personal problems?
Men always remain children. Impudent, puzatenkimi, balding, but very nice babes. True, the first forty years of their childhood are always the most difficult ...
This theater can rightly be called one of the most popular.
Witty performances collect complete rooms.
The actor's talent for artists is worthy of a storm of applause.
Interesting reasoning about the male and female logic.
Laugh from the heart and take note, dear ladies.
"The thing is that a woman wants to live her life, and a man wants to live his own life. And everyone tries to reduce the other from the right path. "
Can I teach a simple flower girl to speak English like a duchess?
The professor of phonetics promised his friend that he would do it and took the smudge in his London mansion.
If only he knew that he had to go through with her!
Moods, claims and reproaches are half the battle. Communication with her impudent dad scavenger of any will drive mad!
But the girl was not only nice and charming, but also a diligent student.
She sings very nice and dances well. I liked the beauty even of the professor's mother.
Can an aristocrat love a commoner? But he was already so used to it ...
And it is not easy for him to believe. A trustworthy girl can be deceived by anyone.
"Did you meet men who would be decent in dealing with women?"
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. "