"Who are you? What did you sacrifice? Do you think that you are what they think you are? "

A wonderful rock opera about the tragic events of the last week of the earthly life of Jesus Christ, which became a symbol of good and justice.

We see a suffering person, not a powerful god. He is close and understandable to a modern man, especially a young man.

The story of love and loyalty, of jealousy and betrayal, of faith in miracle and loneliness.

The best songs of the brilliant opera entered the golden fund of rock music of the twentieth century. They are so different, but each one is better than the other!

The poetic words of the songs of Tim Rice, written in a simple modern language, correspond to the wonderful music of the composer Lloyd Webber.

The authors of the rock opera were called rebels. They after all have swung on an evangelical plot!

"Jesus Christ, who are you?" Asks Judah in the very first song.

One of the most famous and beloved is the lyric and soulful aria of Mary Magdalene "I do not know how to love him."

Even the closest apostles could not understand their teacher.

"One thing I do not understand, what was your calculation? How did you get lured into such a binder? Was it difficult to foresee in advance - why did you choose the century, the country and the people so strangely? "

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"I dreamed of a garden in a wedding dress, in this garden we are together with you. The stars in the sky, the stars on the sea, the stars and in my heart. "

They peacefully sing romances, but the shadow of the coming revolution has already fallen on such a cozy house. The clouds are gathering. The storm is just around the corner.

Guests are chatting on the summer veranda. All my family, the manufacturer's family, their friends and acquaintances gathered. The head of the family soon intends to take his sick wife to Yalta to Chekhov, hoping that the former doctor will cure his wife of consumption.

They are waiting for the famous singer, who promised to sing Russian romances for them. And they themselves love to sing, sincerely, captivating.

Almost twenty songs! From the most famous to rarely performed, on the verses of Lermontov, Pushkin, Tyutchev and unknown authors.

Some of them, for example, "The Black Shawl", will not be sung, but played out as a mischievous theatrical performance.

The guests gathered at the dacha veranda on the day of Chekhov's death. Very soon - the first Russian revolution.

But there is still time to sing a captivating romance about the first dates.

"Leaves are a whisper or wind gusts sensitive soul I greedily catch. The eyes are deep, the mouth is silent: dear, oh dear, I love. "

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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.

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When an actor takes on such a genre as a "solo performance", based on the work of Dostoevsky ... all the action turns into a kind of ritual.

Cleansing, confessional, full of subtle soul harmonies, which can not be ignored or denied.

Is it possible to save a person? Someone will say unambiguous "yes", someone will notice "everything depends on the situation". But for the hero of this confession - she herself is an instrument for the salvation of another person, close and dear to him. He seems to sacrifice himself, trying to save the one that, it would seem, can not be saved.

And now confession right in front of the dead hall turns into a real song of love. Love is doomed and at the same time filled with almost insane hope. And it is from her that prayer is born. The only one able to save the hero, whose soul is wounded by inconsolable grief and despair. Does he believe in words that he whispers in desperate silence?

And the space around him - meager and meager according to circumstances, only emphasizes this doomed hopelessness. His despair and insane tenderness, his hope, the last turning into a mysterious song. Which is sure to find a response in any soul that will hear it.

And after hearing it, it is worth stopping and thinking about the fact that life is still finite and often it happens that it breaks off suddenly. So should we lose important and precious moments of life?

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It's not hard to marry, it's hard to be married.

But it is difficult for some to even take this first step. Say goodbye to a bachelor life - how to say goodbye to yourself.

How cozy it is in its shell. So I would have lived all my life, lying on the couch, not touching anyone.

But a restless friend recently married and decided now that everyone around should be married. I even found a bride. On all personal data - complete coincidence. A merchant's daughter, that's right.

But not only that for the bride's need to get up from a violent place, and go through a whole casting in the fight for the girl's heart.

And she does not hurry to choose. Of the six applicants, there was not one ideal. Now if the nose of one, the hair of another, the money of the third. Executor, officer, sailor, advisor ...

But for all at once to marry not to leave. I'll have to make an agonizing choice.

He, like her, lives in a world of dreams and fantasies. But dreams are not the worst thing in this world. From comedy to tragedy, one step must be taken.

Something to change, to decide something. At once!

And the final will remain open. How will the window remain open, in which the groom jumped out on the eve of the wedding.

Moral: read the fine print in the contract. Harder, but more reliable.

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"There is no one in the house, but all the seats are occupied!"

Maid Anna is in a panic. She promised to go to relatives, but stayed in the house of her masters. Money pity on the road.

My husband had to go on a business trip, but returned to the house with his mistress. Only this fat cow was not enough here! Such a respectable gentleman.

And the wife is still a thing! Not only that, with her hysterics, she got her husband, she also got dragged home with a young lover. But she promised to visit her parents!

What now Anna with them to do with all? And this is what they call a muddle! I'd look at myself ... It's not going to work out all right.

They can not be found! It requires a general's strategy and tactics of the marshal, so that these two pairs of doves accidentally do not bump into each other.

The humorously comical sitcom of the world-famous Mark Camoletti.

"It happens that servants of servants migrate to the king".

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Sin is sweet, but a man is fallen.

The young merchant-beauty misses the rich Moscow house of the old man-husband.

She had never seen anything. They gave her away for an old man at fifteen, since then, and is sitting at home, locked up. Only he goes to monasteries-he gives the poor alms.

The sneaky clerk of her husband decided to stipulate it, to expose her before the legal husband as a traitor, so that she could take all her inheritance to herself.

Is there really no one to protect a modest and kind-hearted woman?

And around the rich grow muddy people, hangers-on, gossips and crooks, whispering to him all sorts of nasty things about a young wife.

He had almost made up his mind to deprive her of his inheritance, but decided to speak frankly with his wife.

Will a woman who is pure soul show his rightness to him?

"Even though I deceive you a hundred times, people will not stop loving me. I will not give you any vow, no oath. "

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Oh, these absinthe dreams!

The atmosphere of the old French cafe reigns on the stage: here they came to dissolve in drowsy dreams to dream and dream ...

The green light looms everywhere - it is a reflection of greenish absinthe, a terrible potion now forbidden.

It gives birth to visions.

But not only does it envelops and stupefies - the music is stronger than the green charms of the drink. Visitors to the cafe sing: four voices, four characters, four fates, four sung stories. Here it is, the ability to pour out the soul in the song!

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As Chatsky was in love, and flew, he longed to see his beloved Sophia!

Yes, just did not take into account the young man, that already a lot of time has passed since he left. Of course, the young girl has long been in love, and not in him, but in a modest employee.

What did she find in him, in this quiet? He's an empty jerk, a petty careerist!

But you can not order a girl's heart. And how much now do not achieve Chatsky love - he will not achieve from Sophia tenderness, or ardent confessions.

He will have to wander around the world again, disappointed. Moscow did not accept him, or rather, he could not accept Moscow's morbid morals.

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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.

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Oliver Sachs was a neuropsychologist and worked all his life with people suffering from various disorders and abnormalities: who stopped feeling his body, who curses and twitches without end, and someone, perhaps, does not even recognize his wife and accepts his hat! ..

But, probably, the world would never know about the incredible tricks that his brain can make with a man if Oliver Sachs did not have one more important talent - the ability to beautifully and breathtakingly describe all that he had seen as a doctor. Yes, he was a writer. According to his book, this performance was staged.

Freaks, crazy, strange, awkward people - all the characters here are special. They are touching and touching in their attempts to master this world, to understand which glove should be worn on which hand ...

This is the deep human message of the play, partly ironic, a little sad, but certainly kind, calling us to observe special people simultaneously and with the impartial position of the curious scientist, and from the deeply experienced, compassionate person.

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