Genrikh Ignatov

If we climb to the highest point of the city, we will find ourselves near the entrance to the ancient cemetery of the Holy Gates. There, between the white sculptures and slabs, the only inhabitants of this island of oblivion scurry about - cats. What are they able to see in the children's eyes looking at them from the tombstone?

Everything freezes and listens: residents, houses, ancient chestnuts - the old residents of these places. What news does the wind bring them through the waters of the mountain river?

Everything freezes and listens: residents, houses, ancient chestnuts - the old residents of these places. What news does the wind bring them through the waters of the mountain river?

Everything freezes and listens: residents, houses, ancient chestnuts - the old residents of these places. What news does the wind bring them through the waters of the mountain river?

Everything freezes and listens: residents, houses, ancient chestnuts - the old residents of these places. What news does the wind bring them through the waters of the mountain river?

Everything freezes and listens: residents, houses, ancient chestnuts - the old residents of these places. What news does the wind bring them through the waters of the mountain river?

The film consists of records of mother's phone call conversation with her son. She lives in accordance with astrological predictions, he complains about problems with his boyfriend. She sings in karaoke, he travels all over the world, she is ill - he is silent. But in the White Moon Year the invisible karmic planet Selene will show them the way of Light and Grace, giving their lives a higher meaning. Tragicomedy about the conversation of two closest people who live far from each other and cannot really hear each other.

A father and son live alone in a cottage in the woods. They hardly ever go out. Each new day resembles the one before and is shaped by the son’s rituals, which the father tries to observe.

A father and son live alone in a cottage in the woods. They hardly ever go out. Each new day resembles the one before and is shaped by the son’s rituals, which the father tries to observe.

In Bulgaria, there is a tradition to inform about the passing of a person by means of a special announcement. Usually it is hung out in some public place - at a bus stop, on a fence or the front door of a house. Such a leaflet is called a Bulgarian street obituary. The camera turns out to be next to a Bulgarian family going through mourning, and spends one day in a local village.