And some woman, more than forty years old, called her dear ...
This is the confession of a man in love.
Raskoloshmatili his soul, raskoloshmatili. Shivers. To hell with it. She collected it in pieces. Glued fragments of the wounded poet.
Treated him with his love. Only love and you can treat. There is no better medicine in the world. Other countries, different life. She wanted to take him to the end of the world, where there was no one else. Only she and he.
She treated him with her dance. Spun it around in a whirlwind of his passion. Only a genius can become worthy of her body.
Dance and poetry, movement and lyrics are interwoven into one. They wrote their stories with tears, they wrote their stories with blood.
And holding hands, it's already so scary to sweep into the abyss. If you run, then go all out. If you scream, then up to the swollen veins on the temple. If you love, then at the rupture of the aorta.
Verses do not make a person a poet. That's what makes love do.
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.
You never know what to expect from this bohemian. Creative people are freakish, cruel. They live by their own whims. One word is eccentrics.
They sit, drink tea on their verandah, grasshoppers chirp around, trains rustle. And I think about how to simply bring people into that "bright, kind."
Chatters, of course, but willing to people of good. They will suffer, posokrushayutsya about the fate of the motherland and go to play cards.
Taking on the role of the builder of human souls, the soft-baked writer himself can not keep track of his women.
His wife is ready for everything for him, even to close his eyes to his betrayal. She, of course, forgives, but she always gets a handkerchief out of her pocket.
Writers generally have an amnesty for adultery. What to do, these are the costs of the profession - the muse is always necessary.
It is desirable with a pretty face, tight curls and a slim figure. By the way, the groom of the muse is a revolutionary, and such people do not live long.
Wife - husband - mistress ... but the classic love triangle instantly crumbles and turns into a square when a new woman appears, young and inexperienced.
Fiction is you. The only truth is happiness ... Will he find his restless literator, Lovelace?
Hope dies last…
A terrible devilry can happen in the Russian outback. At first glance - an ordinary village, an ordinary inn. Few of the merchants did not stop here to rest and chat with the beautiful housewife.
Everyone is welcome to the Vakula Bessoudny Inn. Here you will be fed, here you will be given a drink, here you will be wrapped up to the last thread. This place is ... lively.
But the owner is not what he claims to be. Do not be deceived at the expense of his cordiality and hospitality.
The owner of the establishment is a real werewolf. In the afternoon - hospitable host, at night - a highwayman from a big road.
He does not lose his night hours and his wife, "a beautiful woman for thirty years". What does she have to lose with a sixty-year old? The husband at the door - she immediately takes in her young lover.
Handsome, boyar and landowner likes and the sister of a rogue-innkeeper. Seduced all with his magnificent mustache a retired cavalryman.
How to unravel this family-love ball of jealousy, jealousy and greed?
Acute psychology of family relations against the backdrop of criminal history.
Gudezh, robbery, gulb, firing.
What conscience? What pride? These words are forgotten in this lost place at the crossroads.
Behave yourself properly. You're not at school.
School is a huge part of our life. We grow among these naked painted walls, concrete staircases, painted desks and the smell of overcooked buckwheat from the dining room.
Toddlers fervently stick to school, swinging from the weight of the satchel from side to side. The older the person, the smaller the backpack.
And then comes the day when a brazen and self-assured high school student, putting his hand in his pocket, comes with one notebook in all subjects. Of course, it does not go to the first lesson.
The last year in school. Last year in this prison cell. Ahead is uncertainty.
But no matter how fate develops, we will always remember. His teachers and classmates, the director, the head teacher, how they were amused at the changes. How to forget ...
And of course remember it. Teachers of chemistry. He also dreamed. And his dream was not destined to be fulfilled either. A quiet alcoholic, a city madman.
But, at me, at me, maybe, still it will turn out? Can it not be too late to do what you want?
In the meantime, get up early and run. To run to school. Let there be no lessons, everything is better than messing with the disgusting children of my aunt. And my mother is far away ... And so alone.
Unhappy school years.
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.
Return of the legend.
This piercing story of an unusually strong, rebellious and extraordinary soul, languishing in loneliness, attracts the attention of Roman Viktyuk for more than 30 years.
And the point here, perhaps, in the extraordinary talent that manifested itself in every line that Tsvetaeva wrote.
So it should not be surprising that the first production - a work about an extraordinary woman, the will of fate and the anger of the goddess of love, blazing unusually strong feelings for her stepson, brought the director an unprecedented success.
And now - the return of the play took place. Although, is it possible to consider it a return, or is it an update of a legend in which there are no guilty, and there are only innocent ones?
Rather, this is a rethinking and a completely new reading of the genius work. A refined interweaving of dance, singing, reading, playing and even gestures and facial expressions. All this together creates an extraordinary atmosphere saturated with foreseeing of the tragic finale, which draws into the world of the endless struggle of a woman strong with her own passion, wrong and frightening.
Cut off by scandals for years ... How stupid it is to offend each other!
The story of the life of one family from a small southern town. Heavy post-war years ... Poverty, hopelessness, despair. But there was love and tenderness! As without them.
Poor, single mothers cry a lot. Naughty children, not paying attention to adults, running around the streets, snapping and learning to give the offenders surrender.
Rachel is short-sighted, sharp-tongued, brisk and thievish. She never doubts anything and takes care of her loved ones too intrusively.
She is a sister, Zlota. Day after day, women live their hard life, sew dresses to order and cook soup, quarrel, make up, bring up young people, love and grow old.
The events of the big world with its shocks and troubles pass by them. They have their own world.
Three actions, eight paintings, 92 scandals.
The sisters have no one closer to each other.
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.
A good thing a marriage will not be called.
He and she. The eternal conflict. Together bad, but separately bored.
A civil marriage is boring for a woman. She's at the limit. We lived together for thirteen years!
It's time for him to decide. Or go to the registry office, or wave each other's hand in parting.
A miracle is possible! Five minutes before the beautiful wedding ceremony, they will be able to look into their future. The stamp in the passport will not save them from problems.
Is it so cloudless?
To some of them, family life will seem like a cage for a bird. But the canary is free in the cage for eagles.
The life of the couple rushes like an emergency train, on all pairs.
Stop on all points: misunderstanding, burning jealousy, imminent quarrels, the birth of children, rare reconciliation with hugs and kisses, parting with tears.
A brilliant comedy by Milos Radovic with the participation of his favorite artists. Wonderful music, exciting plot, witty jokes.
It's not so important who is in charge in the family. It is important to keep the family together.
Political theater. Can such a phenomenon exist? Perhaps it is indispensable to exist.
Especially when the main "policy" is in the mutual relations of the heroes, in their views on the world, in their life position, which is formed into understanding, anticipation, insight.
For them, the world is a ship sailing from Mexico to Germany. Here they are safe, here they are not trapped by the horrors of the world with its new realities. Here you can just live, for a brief moment to find your happiness.
Different ages, nationalities, even political convictions - all this for them - is only an occasion for communication. The reason for the search for mutual understanding and ...
But this "and" does not happen. Maybe because the slightly blurred images of the characters create that unique atmosphere that is possible. When people, running away from something or being on their way to their "end", seem to be trying to get rid of sad thoughts, but .. it does not work.
And now, literally around them is the oppressive feeling of stickiness and inevitable death in a country where fascism has defeated.
But who is to blame for this, maybe they themselves? Perhaps, their passivity in relation to life brings them to this disastrous line?
It's up to you to decide, well, for now, the ship is on the road.
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