The section groups films in directors. Here you will familiarize with biographies and films of outstanding directors. The director – the principal person when shooting. Into the task of the director enters to turn the scenario into a film. And success or a film dip depends on the director. It is possible to tell still that the director is the artist who writes scenarios, plots, game of actors, operation of operators and a great number of other people which are anyway involved in process of creation of cinema. The section acquaints with outstanding directors of the USSR, Russia and everything which films make gold fund of cinema. Having selected the favourite director, you receive the list of its films and can watch movies online or download films. As it was already told, the kinomusorka in a bigger measure represents films of the USSR and the Russian films therefore the section on directors as focuses attention on Soviet, Russian and directors of CIS countries. In this section of a site you will meet Igor Zajtsev, Otar Ioseliani, Leonid Gajdaj, Grigory Kozintsev, Sergey Bondarchuk, Rashid Nugmanov, Sergey Snezhkin, Roman Kachanov, Alexander Proshkin, Leonid Pchelkin, Nikolay Dostalja, Tatyana Lioznova, Stanley Kubrick, Roman Polanski, James Cameron and other remarkable masters of the film.
Slightly hurt - cut hand and stabs his feet, but it is certainly possible to move. He rolled over and stood by the wall.A little breath and began to arrange to sit down. Is also not an easy job, but it is certainly possible. He tore his shirt, scratched his hands and repeatedly hit his neck hurt, but it is certainly sat up, leaning against the wall. This is already a victory - hence, in this state, you can resist, you can fight, you can act.Now you have to think of the second stage - to be free of the ropes. He glanced down - the rope was in front of him, right next to, thin, twisted, linen ... What is the rope? Lace shnurochek ... Just how to get rid of it? He
and remembered somewhere seen, and maybe read that you can where his hands behind his back, a rope to rub.But to do this we must first get rid of the rope that pulls it all, he was wrapped and twisted. "Well, - he concluded -
and remain teeth." He leaned forward, trying to grab the rope with his teeth on his chest. It was very uncomfortable, and, of course, it hurts. Taut neck, prevented the chin, and the rope was so close.After a minute desperate attempt threw back his head, caught his breath, breath and reached out again to the rope with his teeth. This, of course, it was almost a lost cause. But if you know that there is no other way, that choice is not given, then it may seem hopeless cause output. Koekak he
and reached out,
and grabbed the cord with his teeth.I really wanted to straighten up - it seemed that the spine votvot crack, but straighten up - then release the string. No, he does not, he will suffer. In this state it is a little cramped breath and
and rubbed his teeth rope. It seems, what nonsense, nonsense - gnaw linen lace.Probably nothing, maybe it's just because the only Romka was quite uncomfortable, very difficult situation for such a trifle. Lace kept popping up, and before he had to reach back again to grab the same spot and chew, chew ... He did not despair, he knew that time was working on it - still the rope should break:Well, not in an hour, well, not two, so after five!
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and hesitated a moment, he would have died. That same autumn, two weeks after his departure from Muskegon, the fire happened again while we were in SyuksSiti, Iowa.This time, our room was on the third floor. The fire broke out at a time when my mother was taking a bath, and my father went to the post office. He
and learned of the fire when he sped past the red cars. "Ready to bet that burns damn hotel!" - He shouted to no one in particular. And so it was. We did everything as usual:I grabbed my sister, and my mother got out of the tub and took Dzhinglsa. Firefighters only placed a ladder to the roof of the store on the first floor, my father got up on one of them, all ahead of a desperate screams. Time he was in the room, gathered up all our stuff and threw them out the window and save the rest. This fire was the last.But with the beginning of the season we began to fall in a train crash. The first happened on the way from Albany, New York, in Scranton, Pennsylvania. We sat on chairs flips, and only Dzhingls asleep on them. Mother, Louise and I were sitting on the other side, and my father, as usual, in the car smoking happily chatted about the five Keaton.Suddenly there was a strong blow and crashing, tearing his ears. A train crashed into a freight train,
and knocked two cars off the tracks and climbed a freight train caboose. Dzhinglsa were moved to other seats. He went over the line, just as the back seats flipped and slid under them, so it does not hurt.He did not even wake up, winning the title of
and undisputed champion of all sleeping Keaton. That spring on the way to Norfolk, Virginia, we drove through the Blue Mountains. Three days of heavy rains came. We were in the wrong place on the hillside, where on one side 200-foot cliff, and on the other stood the cliffs.We again felt a blow when the engineer stopped the train, but this time the sound was different. The train slowed down by less than a dozen feet from the landslide 25 feet in depth and length of a city block.After talking to the conductor, the driver
and decided to drive off back, but at the moment the back to form another landslide that
and affected the last car more than 30 feet.