- Don't be afraid of Masha, I'll give you the dress. Correcting the sinopsis: Old friends pretend that they do not recognize him - this is not, they simply do not take his opinion into account considering him too inexperienced and young; All attempts to correct the situation run into a wall of misunderstanding and only all spoil - well, do not spoil - considering the young man a rich pamper, who in absolute possession got decent land ownership with the inhabitants of villages and farms on it. And absolutely not counting it capable at least somehow to resist ' venerable' peers in the management of the area - the county, what is it, in RI-ski. But the zealous played out and proved his masculinity by the ability to take risks in achieving his goals - in this case ' enlightened' believing that the servas do not have to pay for the passage of the intersections (no, well, the rest of the taxes he was quite satisfied with!) - and the elementary on ' weak' from the subject of sighing - organized and led the movement of the villagers semi-Dubrowski, semi-Zorrowski - ' elitarian' headed ' Resistance he did not openly declare himself an analogue to the barist in the separator. This is the analogy that the daughters of Rebbekah appeared and dressed nightly in the women's wataga ' the protesters' instilled their understanding of justice at the crossroads checkpoint.
Well, do I believe that the downtrodden villagers, having listened to the rivers of the pastor, driven into a corner of poverty by their land lords, led by a local aristocrat, overcame their indecision by adopting the valence described by religion - I believe. I also believe in the enthusiasm of the young elitist, motivated by hormones. Here we go. In the mildness of carrying out excesses by the dark peasants - no, which confirms our everything in the description of such. The indecisiveness of the army after the genocide of the Irish and other Catholics? After packs of beggars hanging on the roads? Oh, hardly... But the proposed film version sweetly says - believe me, so it was, white and fluffy, which does not detract from some special atmosphere of television pictures of England of this period, the nature of the impact on me as a spectator - remains to be understood. . .
5 out of 10