A wonderful film about the atmosphere and aura - in the 50s and 60s - those corners of the old relatively low-rise Moscow, the symbol of which are the famous Cozy Arbatsky Lanes. Being under the shadow of the unshakable – quite nearby – the Kremlin, as if in the intervals between it and other architecturally visible, testifying to the power of our Motherland, and being in Soviet times inhabited by citizens, including quite ordinary, these peaceful God-saved oases, in general, turned out to be the most favorable soil for the growth of Pure-Blooded, not some, Intelligents there – in general, continuous okudjavshchina. Partially dissolving as a result of the inevitable diffusion in the surrounding boundless domestic immensity, natives of this amazing geographical place could then find themselves in a microscopic, correspondingly, proportion in the total population, concentration, in the form of individual individuals, for example, in places such as the Soviet army, looking strange and somewhat otherworldly there.
Better than Mikhail Kozakov in this film, did not remember his youth here, in the sweet corners of the Central Autonomous District of the capital, probably no one. This film poem complements the corresponding work of Bulat Okudzhava, where the same feelings were expressed in the conciseness of small poetic forms.
