Liza is a sophisticated woman who lives in a ‘high class world’. Her husband Peter speaks Russian with a German accent, he owns a chocolate factory. They live in a cold world of minimalistic interiors, holding back their emotions. There are no children in their expensive countryside house but there are expensive greyhound dogs. However, Liza can’t stay stone cold calm, as she has a secret from her past that burns her from inside, one that she would be happy to get rid of forever… And somewhere near there is a burnt room, and teenager Ulya has the keys.
A short film based on the poem "IT'S WINTER" by Ilia Mazo. The film is set in dramatized kitchens and bathrooms, against the backdrop of household appliances that act as musical instruments. The film is an attempt to show what usually remains behind the scenes - loneliness, a magical moment and quiet human singing in response.
Vlad and Ann: brother and sister. When their father dies they are left alone. A box floating on the river - what’s in it? Two are silent - what are they silent about? These are their holy days, their two lines merging into one. For my Dad.
Vlad and Ann: brother and sister. When their father dies they are left alone. A box floating on the river - what’s in it? Two are silent - what are they silent about? These are their holy days, their two lines merging into one. For my Dad.
Vlad and Ann: brother and sister. When their father dies they are left alone. A box floating on the river - what’s in it? Two are silent - what are they silent about? These are their holy days, their two lines merging into one. For my Dad.
Vlad and Ann: brother and sister. When their father dies they are left alone. A box floating on the river - what’s in it? Two are silent - what are they silent about? These are their holy days, their two lines merging into one. For my Dad.
Vlad and Ann: brother and sister. When their father dies they are left alone. A box floating on the river - what’s in it? Two are silent - what are they silent about? These are their holy days, their two lines merging into one. For my Dad.
