A good movie, I’m not here to be loved, and although the script is absolutely predictable (even the story of the cups – who has watched, will understand), nevertheless, I watched with pleasure. While I was watching, I was thinking about when people will finally learn not to torture their loved ones, telling them about their love and in general about what is in their heart, and not closing themselves off with rudeness and anger, although they themselves suffer from it? Why do they often lead so that instead of receiving the good things that life can give them, they cut off their last ties? In general, in this simple film, there is something to think about – after all, people forget about the simplest things and about the closest people, or instead of turning their souls to them, spit into the soul of their loved ones – this spiritual immaturity and inability to love with age only worsen, although it would seem that everything should be the opposite. I recommend it to everyone!
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