Hole-hole Province. Anguish, unemployment, devastation, and alcohol as a remedy for hopelessness and idleness. The whole country is like a ghetto. Everyone knows everything, from the eyes of strangers and loved ones can not hide. A life-long style, a day-long hopelessness. There's no joy or news. It’s just a lot of care, household and the way to nowhere from home, to work, on weekends – to church, then to the garden. The usual chain of life. Everyone who lived in gray towns will recognize themselves and friends in this film. People with their little worlds, worries and standard lives without claims to talents and great feats.
The film is pure humility, “sur-ness”. As if for 100 years nothing has changed in Russia or in former friendly Slavic countries. The dynamics and turbulence of the plot should not be expected. Actors are not actors, but ordinary people like you and me. They don’t play, they play their part. As if not staged frames and scenes, but just a camera stands and removes provincial routine and beingness.