About youth gangs on the streets of Kazan.

Winner of a Golden Plaque award at the Chicago International Film Festival "for its complex and poetic evocation of an ambiguous period in Soviet history," Marina Razbezhkina's debut film HARVEST TIME is a beautiful portrait of a woman living in a small Russian village after World War II. More than a story of survival against ethics, or individuality against collectivity, HARVEST TIME is a piercing meditation on family unity. - Written by Anonymous

Russian photographer Maksim Dmitriev liked reality, and in the beginning of the 20 century, he photographed bums, workers, farmers, bankers, and monks. Hundred yours later we showed these photographs to nowadays heroes. And they recognized each other.

Yar is a place that keeps people, and they can't part with it. If they leave, they will die. The only one who wants to escape from the Yar is our main character Karev. But leaving the Yar, he thereby breaks with all traditional values, and unwittingly becomes the cause of the death of people dear to him...

The Mansi children on a boarding school in the small Russian village Ivdel are impatiently waiting for winter holidays. They are looking forward to return to their home village, where there is no television or video games. It takes a whole day to get to their hometown, through forests and snowed fields, but there is no place like home. At home they can ride sleigh, jump from the roof into the snow and play cards with grandmother. The winter break is a small change from the city life for the children. Will some decide to return forever?

Shurochka, the film’s hero, spends her life walking from one village to another in order to weigh tractors. Yet, this makes just one part of her existence. She dances to Utiosov’s songs, she smiles to the pictures of old Soviet actresses and shows a wonderful taste for life amidst the lonely provincial disorderliness.

Documentary about the abbot of Raifa Monastery, Archimandrite Vsevolod.

80-year-old Zinaida Gorshkova, the last resident of the village of Otary, Mari SSR, entertains herself: walking through the forest, she sings songs that her decrepit memory still preserves: Soviet times of collectivization, church songs from childhood. In the songs, in the faces from old photographs, the memory of a past, bygone life is still preserved.