A man's weeping abode? No, 'just Maria' Is it my fault or my fault?
Is it my fault that I love you?
Is it my fault that my voice trembled?
When did I sing a song to him?
It's all the fault, it's all the fault.
You want to justify yourself.
So why, why on this dark night?
Did you let yourself be kissed?
'A woman for everyone' Are you going to tell me to think about it? 'A woman for everyone' And what associations from ' audacity' the name of the film can arise? What does that mean? This is for everyone, the author says. For everyone! That's it! Who are we talking about? Who can she go about? Is there another naive, restless soul hoping to make all of humanity happy before us? And 'Fall in love of his own free will' (1982) with Vera (Evgenia Glushenko) of complete naivety, pops up in consciousness. Life for others, the unselfishness of helping others, the simplicity of generosity were in heroin. Right?
But this is a film of the perestroika era. The '91st year film. Therefore, a completely different facet can be the defining string of sound. The qualities thrown on the shield of personality in the Soviet era are different. Practicality and practicality make themselves known. Luxury, prosperity, contentment in the festive masquerade of the dancer. Cynicism is corrupt vulgarity. And this is in 1989 'Intergirl'. A butterfly serving for green banknotes of everyone and everything. Both Europe and Asia. Does this mean that 'A Woman for All' just a rehash of what has already been voiced? And in this case, do we need passages of explanations - who, what, how, with whom, where and why?
Soaped spaces. You ever heard of that? Monastery ' courtyard' where with bows of the heart do souls arrive in weeping? Where do they ask, losing all hope? Where is pride not, because despair, the dominant demon in mind-eating? I can't do anything. The white light is not nice. At least scream, at least cry in a curse. Same thing. All the same. Dead end with the firing wall of the finish line. And then here. And then here. On my knees. Sorry! Sorry! Forgive me! I can't take it anymore. I can't. I can't stand it. In the loop? Suffocate? Sincerity, relief crystals. Repentance, removing the veil of black fog from the shoulders. Why would I do this? For what...
But this is for 'rogue'. This is for ' lepers' with a mark of sin on the forehead during life. It's for the seers. For the conscious. For those who do not have a conscience, in shamelessness, in debauchery came. Not after death, but in this world. Too hot, cool down. Think about it.
'A woman for all'. And the temple complexes here are not an iota. Icon images do not look with reproach. On the contrary. Here, a smiling diva of forty years relieves stress, fatigue, pain. The lady with the biblical name Mary will feed, drink, provide a place to sleep. Big heart? Mother of men? Concern with manifesting in the material world? An outlet for the lost, lost in the corridors of effort and passion. Perhaps this is a place for men to cry. For a moment, for a moment. Like a breather in a run. How to stop breathing, regain strength, get up from your knees. I licked my wound on my way. Back to the distance. Again in the race, in the slaughter, in the battle, in the heat of the struggle. They find themselves again. Relaxation? Yeah. Yoga? Almost. Like a bath on a shelf. Damn it in my eyes. To the thirst for life. Sometimes one session is enough for recovery.
A film in which both the comedic aspect and the aspect of melodrama determine the whirlwind of faces, scenes, conversations. The film as the tangibility of another ' bad' apartment like M.A. Bulgakov. The one where ' the devil rules the ball ' Damn it? Soot of blackness, the canvas is not washed out, mud of slurry in slush chaff, no. On the contrary. Two children in a singing and chess hobby demonstration. And a neighbor, stingy emotions, a demonstration. As opposed to. That's why her mouth is open in her dentist's office. That is why he turns his eyes silently choking on unexpected reproaches. Therefore, night insomnia in the lull of the body with the cries of the flesh - what are you really doing? And the diet? Isn't that explainable? Is it not because of himself ' prescribed a mixture'?
'A woman for everyone' and almost a place of pilgrimage here. Always. Anytime. Any problem. And even borrow... and even borrow. Therefore, the tragedy that occurred is nothing. Everything is still here. Almost the same. The energy of this place has only lost an important component that determines the intended essence. But the wound is scarring, healing. Recovering. .aura.
A picture where feeling is important. Lyrical playfulness sets the tone. Retouch makeup whitens women's wounds. They're gone? They're not visible. There are more and more handkerchiefs for men with supplies. How do you feel about what is happening on the screen? How do you feel about that? Ironically? With a smile. Then Larisa Udovichenko and Nikolai Karachentsov in the approaching denouement you and amuse and amuse. That happens to us. . .
. Come and see us on the light,
Sang the violin affectionately and so tenderly,
I'm so lonely this evening.
I'm so wet, pour...
6 out of 10