Review by Vincentiu

Beauty of nature. Force of traditions. Sad love story. A myth. Lost time. Wisdom, fool, expectation, nuances of cruelty. And the verdict - cold and harsh.An Abuladze movie in which poetry and testimony are parts of same chain. A parable, fairy tale or lesson about roots of present. A sick horse, a boy and a field of poppies. A village and Pupala. Freedom as silk and gold embroidery. A world. From Caucasus, Central Asia or Balkans. And an empty circle. So, it is not exactly a film. But object for meditate. For joy. For define secret dreams, desires and escapes. A skull from Hamlet, a game of a jester, confession of a strange lady, fruits of a tree, look of a young girl. And bread for far time. In case you get lost.