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.
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- Here's how. Come on, get some coffee and I'll take you to the nearest cafe. I always have dinner there when living in Paris. - Do you often go to the shooting? Asked Natalie. - Quite often. A couple of weeks flying to Spain.Do not score yourself this head, he said, noting the girl frightened look. Time before leaving to film the actor has flown by. During the day he absented himself to the studio or the gym, where hours mastering the art of fencing needed for a future role. In the evenings he met consistently smiling and affable Natalie. Alain thought he had found a family. The two of them had dinner at the cafe, the girl looked rasprashivat him about the day's events and amused with stories about what they see on TV movies and shows. The actor has never had the idea to part with it. Finally, it was time to fly to Spain.- Natalie, you stay here, he suggested, will be translated in a certain amount of your account that you may not need anything. I think I can call you for a week in Spain. - Oh, Alain. This is - a fairy tale. But you will sometimes call me? - Do not doubt. I am very concerned about the apartment when I leave. - Nasty! - You are my good girl!He
and grabbed a joke abuts Natalie's hand and
and dragged her to the bedroom. The next day the actor was leaving, and last night was amazing. Alain felt that this girl is his perfect half. She was beautiful, intelligent, and always had a presentiment of his desire. It turned out that this opinion has been formed not only from him. Morning brought a newspaper.On the front page of one of them wore a photo sitting in the restaurant Alain and Natalie with the caption: "Is the actor hides from the public its sestrubliznetsa?" This photograph was
and observed between them really subtle similarities. - Look, sister, Natalie Allen gave the newspaper.She squealed with delight when he saw his face on the front page, but a second, puzzled asked: - What is this nonsense? What I tell you sister? - Lord, journalists do not know what to think.
- He again looked at her slyly. - Admit it, you are about the very thought of that? - Are you really a monster ... - Aida M. shook her head.- I can only add - Love the Beast ... - prompted Messing. They
and walked past the restaurant when the heavy oak doors with gold handles opened and out tumbled a man in an unbuttoned overcoat and hat pushed back on his head. It was a Dormidont Pavlovich, very drunk and loud singing: On the ground, the whole race lyudskoo th.Honors one priceless idol, He reigns over the entire universe. That golden calf idol! Hoarse bass Dormidontov thundered on the street. - It seems to be worth? - Quietly
and asked Aida M.. - Our, our ... - murmured Messing, quickly
and looked around and ran to Dormidontov Pavlovich. - Dormidont, Dormidont, you're crazy!- Get away from me, a Jewish face! Zashibuu! - Cried Dormidont Pavlovich, regal gesture suspending himself Messing, and again made the whole street so that passers shied apart: Many songs I've heard in his native place, in them of the joy of woe is me singing. But one of the songs in the memory hit me - It's the song of the working farm.Eey, dubinushkaa-a uhnem! Eeh, green, she will! - Stop immediately! - Falsetto squeal G. Wolf, and Dormidont stopped, stared at Messing, wheezing and panting. - You Th from me, the devil? - If you do not stop yelling now ... - I'm not yelling, I sing!- If you just do not stop singing, you will be taken to the police station and will be a terrible scandal, you know? This is me as you say Wolf Messing and Wolf Messing was not mistaken, my dear Dormidont, you know it! - I know, I have ... - mumbled Dormidont. - Of all the Jews you - the strashnyi rd! Aida M. laughed softly, watching them.Dormidont suddenly hug Messing, leaned on him all the bulky body and thundered: - Volfushkaa, I want to have a drink, have ... and money - chertma! - Aida M., you have to drink at home? - He asked, turning around, messing. - Find anything should ... Just keep it, G. Wolff, and it now falls. Apartment from Aida Mikhailovna was small and neat.But this neatness was broken ponderous figure Dormidontov, sprawled on a small couch and hrapevshego at full throat.