Ordinary history. I watched this film at the Rodina cinema on the first day of the Italian Film Festival in St. Petersburg. Then it was winter, and from the screen poured spring warm light. Ordinary people had ordinary problems. No one was heroic, no passions boiled. It felt like I went to a nice house and stayed with them for a few months. It's an amazing sense of reality.
A lovely girl from the city comes to teach in the countryside. It's a simple story. Gradually you see not only its sweetness, but also its resilience. Gradually, her teaching skills and ability to get along with children develop. The scene where the black-eyed boy shakes off the white petals from the tree on Nena’s hair is preserved in my memory as an image of simple happiness.
It’s about how hard it is to figure it out until something really hard and sad happens. Something that will make you act.
It is a pity that such a bright and kind film has no reviews. And apparently few people have seen him. I wouldn't have seen him either, had I not accidentally gone to the cinema.