My parents lived in my country, now I live in their country. It is very difficult for me to write about this film. It's hard not to write. Seeing the film as a film critic was bad for me, what happened on the screen so close to me, and partly because a good half of the film my eyes were filled with tears.
It immediately struck me that the film is in Russian. It’s a bit of a distraction, but it’s not for long. On the screen there are familiar outlines of the mountains, ordinary people at daily classes, women busy with domestic life, everything that is so dear to my people that from ancient times constituted his life. People are filled with grief awaiting news from the front. After all, the entire male half went to war. They only pray to God for their return. And at this time, a terrible storm is brewing over the Balkars. A cruel and unjust deportation order to Central Asia has already been signed!
It seems incredible that only 70 years ago there were such outrages that the leader and his close circle of people could control the fates of not only people, but entire nations!
The obvious similarity of the previous events with the Karachai and Vainakh peoples makes Balkars think about the possibility of their expulsion. However, what can be done against the launched mechanism to destroy the small peoples of the Caucasus? And grief with the terrible power of an avalanche falls on people.
People, they're still people. But it seems that the commanders are trying to forget this. Soldiers try not to think, because they can get even if they dare to disobey orders. “You don’t regret everyone,” but there are people among the soldiers who are unable to accept injustice. I believe in humaneness.
Especially remember the moment where the Kabardians obscure with a living wall trucks crammed with Balkars. Because there is no Balkar grief. There's human grief. Woe is international. And in a difficult situation, only a person can help.
On the road in freight cars, hungry and frozen people go in an unknown direction. And the worst thing is that the road to the unknown. That the spirit of the people is broken, the people are disgraced! Zhuzulkhan cannot endure grief and humiliation, she surrenders. But death is not an option. It is not possible to bury according to custom.
They were brought to where the rails end. It’s scary that this is just the beginning...