A young naive boy. The war. An orchestra prepairing Rachmaninoff concerto. The lost of sigh of the boy, the insults against him, a cvery simple world of peasants and the German captivity. And Rachmaninoff . It is difficult to define this film. It seems too short and without real end. It seems too simple and only a sort of sketch. The performance of Vladimir Korolev is convincing and the cinematography reminds, in few scenes, the art of Aleksandr Petrov. But it reminds beautiful and more than a try. First, because it preserves all the colors, flavors and emotions of the war films from Soviet era . Second - because it reminds things about silence is more precious than any speech. Not the last because it is a provocative film. It gives not a personal story but the story of an entire people front to the world and the seeds of revolution, occupation, fears and compromises and, not less, different, tragical forms of blindness. The young private can be another Prince Myshkin. Witness of the fall of a world.