Directed by Arina Adju
Carpathian forest under the snow. Silence. Red horses approach. A sculpture of a Soviet pioneer buried in the snow. A feminine hand rests on the frozen ground. A tear. Where do the red horses gallop? The film is structured like a collage from a personal archive, like an origami of pain.
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