Where memory ends, the old movie begins. It was like being in our local post office. Absolutely the same atmosphere. And the cashier operators are the same - almost always dissatisfied with something, like Barbara at the beginning of the film. Now I understand what these women are missing) and I thought it was just their poor working conditions.
Overall, a wonderful film performance. Another thanks to Alexander Belinsky. And what wonderful actors – Mikhail Danilov, Svetlana Karpinskaya, Georgy Shtil, Mikhail Volkov... Such a caste is already half the success.
If—let me have this wonderful fantasy—a person could end up locked in a movie after death, I’d like to be a character in one of those movies. It's kind of warm and nice. Something from my childhood (although my childhood is more post-Soviet than Soviet, as it was in the 90s). Remember the words of Boris the Red: “Where the memory breaks, the old movie begins, the old music plays some crap.” The rain passed in the recreation park, and do not convey how much the lilac smells on this spring day.