An infinitely ridiculous explanation of love in the theater.

Rehearsals, premieres, huge work and frank hack-work, good luck and failures, envious people and well-wishers, actors and directors - His Majesty the Theater!

According to the play, provincial American actors play in a ramshackle barn, which is almost two hundred years old. Only for the sake of their skill people crowd in the building of the theater, where there is no air-conditioning, sit on chairs, and, holding their breath, listen to every word of the actor.

You will go behind the scenes of the theater and at the rehearsals of the best plays of the world repertoire, you will plunge into the problems of the daily life of Melpomene's servants.

Actors simultaneously rehearse several plays. Among them, "Hamlet", "Dracula" and "Hello, I'm your aunt!" Conflicts inevitably arise if the actor is engaged in different performances.

In addition, they are jealous of each other's successes. A ball of contradictions! No one takes words in his pocket.

Each rehearsal is not a quiet lake, but a stormy sea! Flurry of emotions!

Bright, talented and young. All twelve actors perfectly play.

Incredible and very cheerful sight. It must be seen!

I was having a dream. Not everything in it was a dream.

Poor brides of small county towns. How difficult is it for them to arrange a personal life! No worthy party.

But by a lucky coincidence, a rich prince came to the city alone. Well also what, what aged? The man though where! In addition to youth, nothing was lost.

One of the local ladies, his good friend, in any way trying to pass for him his beautiful daughter. That at first was capricious, but the prospect of loneliness frightens her.

The old prince is glad to be able to regain his youth. And the wedding seems to have already been decided ...

But, what a fairy tale, if there is no villain in it? Denied once a pretender to the hand of the girl is declared to take revenge. The intrigue twists.

Do not believe your eyes, all matchmaking is just a dream, says the insidious villain.

This prince is simply a fatal man. I arrived, spent one day in the city, but left me indelible memories for life. So he left in full confidence that he slept well. A dream ... so little that can dream!

What if our whole life is only a dream of something that will never happen?

A dream is a lifetime.

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?

Three works by A.S. Pushkin - in one play.

Count N (Count Nulin) presents an ironic story from the provincial landlord life: the husband went hunting, his wife misses the manor, wherever the guest comes - the earl. He is trying to seduce the landlady, but there it was! She is not timid, she will slap him in the face - for a long time, I suppose, the count will remember how he was refused!

In the "little ironic tragedy" "About Don Anna!" ("Stone Guest"), Don Guan came to his fearlessness to invite a statue of the Commander! Don Guan will pay for his impudence, because the Commander dreamed of revenge!

"I'm bored, the demon ..." ("Scene from Faust") shows what happens when the bored mind becomes really boring: all desires and thoughts drown in the burlesque of memories, and it seems that there is nothing more to wish for.

"Today I am very willing to dispose of my Sabbath. And, if Ninka is not capricious, I will dispose of my life. "

Girls loved foreigners.

She sells love for money, better - for currency. He knows all the entrances and exits to hotels where Europeans settle. He is afraid of the police persecution ...

And she connected her life with a real bandit. She fell in love with an "adult and tall man with two golden teeth, a dreamer and a criminal".

In the difficult post-war years in Moscow there were so many. They lived in communal apartments, drank, but hoped for a better life.

"First, they were playing candy wrappers in a parlor with chimneys. And then the romance left the podvoroten thieves. "

The story of love of one of them was told in his play by Vladimir Vysotsky.

"Well, and the trouble with this Ninkoy, she slept with the whole of the Horde!" With such sleep, who would want? And I do not care, I really want to! "

The country heals wounds, exhausted people return from the battlefields of the Great Patriotic War. Those who did not wait for the father or son from the war were burning.

There are a lot of Vysotsky's songs in the play.

"They looked around, woke up, drank, then sobered up. And those who waited, those who did not want to cry, wept. "

Their music rallied ...

The young pupil of the boarding house "Heavenly Swallows" loves to dance and have fun ...

But Denise should hide it, she is brought up by nuns. Everything must be orderly and noble. But in fact - boring and boring!

Always go with lean physiognomy. And all of you are taught - you're a Baroness, you'll be the wife of a nobleman. It is said that modesty adorns.

Yes, she is so pretty! In addition, she excellently sings and dances.

Incidentally, she meets in a boarding house a soul mate. This is a music teacher. When nuns, he is serious and pious, and at nights he writes music to operettas.

Parents are asked to bring Denise to Paris. A worthy fiancé is waiting for her, a brave warrior.

The teacher is ready to accompany the girl, as he goes to the premiere of the musical performance.

And Denise, secretly pulling off the notes, learned by heart all the arias of the main character. Only he does not know about it yet.

Denise was lucky - only she could replace the capricious singer at the premiere of a cheerful operetta.

Applause, flowers and a young lieutenant. Love smote them on the spot. He is also crazy about music.

But the girl's parents are in a panic. A rich bridegroom is waiting for her. About the wedding have already agreed ...

A good end is imminent. It's an operetta!

Where does the dream end and reality begin? Where does life end and art begins? He himself was never able to tell where his pretense ends and sincerity begins.

But even great psychologists can not understand where genius ends and madness begins.

Moody, hysterical, eccentric to insanity. Nobody so loved to attract attention.

Kiss, kiss it from head to foot, from the big toes on the feet through the crown to the heels. All is in love and kindness.

And the only suit worthy of him is the king's clothes. Or the queens. As his highness willed.

The world will have to make room. And it's a big question whether he will keep it.

You can treat it differently, but you can not recognize its genius. He was a genius in the womb of his mother. Who else could create his art from dreams?

Canvas, paints, powerful strokes - so a miracle is born. Thus the chief troublemaker of the tranquility of the inhabitants is born.

But to really soar into heaven, he lacked only her ... The last step to the summit of the world.

Shock. Catharsis. Applause.

English lord became chanson singer. And he is married to a woman, but he loves a man, Comrade Minister. What else will an English gentleman surprise?

But although the heroes have sonorous English names, the performance is about Russian life.

We hold tenders for the production of rubber horseradish. There is an endless advertising of mayonnaise. Glamorous ladies help the Orthodox Church. Tired businessmen fly for the weekend from Moscow to Lazurka and to Courchevel.

A merry comedy directed by Bogomolov about the most striking events in Russian life of the last decade.

Sochi Olympics and guest workers, bandits and their friends deputies, fascism and propaganda of homosexuality, show business stars and modest intellectuals, vices and shrines. A variety of meanings, hints and jokes.

Virtuously used fragments of texts from "The Ideal Husband" and "Portrait of Dorian Gray" Oscar Wilde, Pushkin and Chekhov, even a fragment from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet".

A hot, scandalous and ironic performance. A keen satire on our lives. You will laugh all the time.

Hey-hey, do not pass by! Cafe "Idiot" is ready to open its doors for any visitor. And to glance at the friendly light of this cozy establishment, it is not necessary to be a big admirer of Dostoevsky!

You can not even reconcile the name and work of the great author. Just getting inside, do not be surprised when you swirl a whirlwind of extraordinary, "Dostoevsky", mystical events.

Here you can also look at the huge screen, watching the transformations, all the mysterious meaning of which emphasizes the unusual costumes of the dancers in the style of freak haute couture, and you can try to distinguish one Prince Myshkin from another, oh, maybe even from the third!

But will it be released when he was just Prince, but now he clearly resembles the rebel Rogozhin! And who is this girl? Maybe Nastasya Filippovna? But why are her eyes tied? However, if they were not tied up - she would still not see where her whims and follies lead. And the young man, fussily cleaning the chairs on her way, the new Myshkin ... How touching and sad ....

And how amazingly subtly conveys the absurdity and beauty of what is happening - the path of the fall, which, together with the dancers, the viewer also passes. How bright is the meaning, laid in one of the most difficult novels, in dance, turning into something incredibly close, voluminous and understandable in its sensuality.

So, the visual theater invites you to a dialogue. And only you can tell if he has succeeded in recreating the feelings and images that arise when we open the worn cover of an old book.

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.