Three days out of the law [Tri dnya vne zakona], 1992

Three days out of the law | Tri dnya vne zakona

Year		1992
Country		Russia
Director		Timofej Spivak
Screenwriter		Artur Makarov
Operator		Vladimir Sapozhnikov
Composer		Vladimir Korchagin
Genre		Drama [play] Detective
Duration		99 min. / 01:39
Actors		Vasilij Bochkarev Evgeniya Krukova Marina Levtova Vladimir Nosik Igor' Yankovskij Lada Negrul' Viktor Bunakov Stanislav Strelkov Dmitrij Sherbina Renat Lajshev
Rating		5.45 / 10 [votes: 78]
IMDB Rating		3.70 / 10 [votes: 8]

The truck driver, a former paratrooper, is coming to Moscow from the provinces. For a fight at a gas station Andrei arrested and taken to jail, along with experienced recidivists.On the way they arrange an escape from emergency vehicles and forced Andrew to run with them. Andrew takes refuge in a friend's house and together with his sister Masha soon becomes a witness to murder ...

Shut up sadness ... shut up [Molchi, grust'... molchi], 1918

Shut up sadness ... shut up | Molchi, grust'... molchi

Year		1918
Country		Russia
Director		Petr Chardynin Vyacheslav Viskovskij Cheslav Sabinskij
Screenwriter		Petr Chardynin
Operator		Vladimir Siversen
Artist		Aleksej Utkin
Genre		Short film Drama [play]
Premiere date (Russia)		May 14, 1918
Duration		44 min.
Actors		Petr Chardynin Konstantin Hohlov Vera Holodnaya Ivan Hudoleev Vladimir Maksimov M. Masin Yanina Mirato Vitol'd Polonskij Ol'ga Rahmanova Osip Runich
Rating		7.61 / 10 [votes: 138]
IMDB Rating		5.60 / 10 [votes: 35]

Artist Paul, who left the circus disability husband acrobat leaves the family to the rich man who offered to throw himself at her feet and the heart of real estate. Remarkable study of defects pre-revolutionary society, which shows the "masters" - the large property owners, manipulating not only capital, but also human destinies.

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Review

Go away, sadness, leave. Or at least shut up - no more strength to listen to you. Moan about what I want to forget, to bury as deep as you allow your conscience and aided its sworn friend of pride with his child vanity. I'm so tired, and the end all be seen, and sometimes I think that it does not exist, as if someone has lost a second series of the drama, where I would have found rest.

An actress circus, a wife, a happy woman - I had so many roles, and in one of them I will not break the flurry of applause admiring the room, though deceptively pretty supportive audience nodded their heads. The only decent suit, his eyes heavily made dark paint - I was in poverty as happy as they are, these rich people sitting on the top row, until it's you, sticky vanity. Actress Circus (acting - demonic calling!), I was satisfied with the number of her husband, a wife, I was happy as a notorious shanty humble abode, barely accommodates two of the lucky ones - but no, zmeyuka, their venom you an accomplished criminal compassionate healing the blind, squalor and poverty sported his ugliness, previously I do not care, they were standing in front of me when I squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of the terrible visions. Woman's nature is weak, and knowing about their vices, it does not require to meet them, until they get a banner in front of the eyes.

Pride, and when you leave the warped soul, you have nothing else out there to profit. I think she herself worthy of a beautiful life - but who is to say it is not so! "Love, money, coats, good manners" - let the people in the red call it "the pleasures of bourgeois life," but what a girl, a girl, a woman does not want to "wallow" in such "lowlands"? It is not a crime - a crime in search of salvation from moralistic conscience, drowning her endless partying, do not finish pouring champagne. Cruelly accused of wanting to live richly, in rude rude to hang for it the label of "bourgeois" and cause choking pineapple, but hypocritical oblivion can not count on a reception. No one can hear my sobs (no sound), will not see a black eye from sleepless nights (no color) - as justified? Belief in selflessness toward luxury has taken a bullet himself in the forehead, and her ghost wearing beaded dress indifference, lost in a love triangle playboy. Hard and breaking sad - who would give shouted, but the sound is still there.

 I was told that I had icy eyes and incredibly sad hands - not surprising, for I and the Cold. Black-and-white sets off the transparency of frozen water and emphasizes all the bruising that leaves ethereal sadness. Frail woman alone against the forced moral accomplices in the gray torture chamber. I can not take any more, I want peace, where there is incessant guilty votes. Get out of the same sadness go away.