In the vast expanses of Russia lost one seemingly inconspicuous village. It is hard to wonder how sunrises and sunsets set the schedule here. It is not new to see cows grazing, to hear cock singing. It does not hold long attention and the river, calmly flowing away. In short, nothing special. Even the name of the place is hidden, only intentionally.
And yet behind the discreet rural paintings one can guess something interesting, very meaningful - the pre-war and post-war life of a typical Russian outback. There is also an appeal to something broad, overtemporary. This appeal to the Russian character, forcing a special look at the world, perceive events, live fate.
What is the Russian character and how to catch it by surprise? He breaks through a witty, funny, incomparable saying. It is contradictory: its owner alternately pulls either on light and "long", or on "small but honest" rubles. He cuts through the flooding chants, tearing in the sky from wheat fields. Bottomless (sometimes tragically bottomless), it forces lovers to grow so deeply into each other that life becomes too little for a break. It is solid and done once. He is multifaceted, this Russian character ...
If this is the case, it would be a crime not to remember a woman. She alone lifts seven children to their feet. She calmly, meekly tries to reason with her violent husband, and later she is incredibly hilariously jealous of him. Only she during the war with her human affection breathes life into a tortured and exhausted horse (this scene is without exaggeration "genius!"). That's really the character.
It’s worth looking at how we used to live without the know-how of the information age, which seems vital today. This is us, but not leading correspondence in social networks, and guessing around the hut on the valenka. It's the same us, not scanning documents, but reaping sheaves. This is again us, not sitting in a sushi bar, but screaming at the half-machine puffs under the Bayan. This is us, repeating ourselves again.