“I made this film in my youth. And the VGIK tutors happened to take it seriously. An impoverished couple: the husband an alcoholic, the wife a washerwoman. He drinks away the pittance she earns. And then a sleight of providence brings them together in a museum where they see a watercolour depicting their shabby house. The laundry is drying on the line and it’s a nice picture. The house they live in looks cosy and friendly, nothing like the bleak prospect they see in their minds. They are overcome by sadness.”
“I made this film in my youth. And the VGIK tutors happened to take it seriously. An impoverished couple: the husband an alcoholic, the wife a washerwoman. He drinks away the pittance she earns. And then a sleight of providence brings them together in a museum where they see a watercolour depicting their shabby house. The laundry is drying on the line and it’s a nice picture. The house they live in looks cosy and friendly, nothing like the bleak prospect they see in their minds. They are overcome by sadness.”