The glaciers here melt, flow, slowly and spectacularly in spring; in summer, there are mosquitoes that cover the sky; in autumn, people and chipmunks collect pine cones together with a big hammer that is more domineering than Hammer's.
Their spring, summer and autumn are all preparing for winter. Because winter is hunting season.
"Now, the hunters go on their own. They're back to who they are, happy people. With just a few dogs, far from their homeland. They're all on their own. They're free, no rules, no taxes, no government, no laws. , no bureaucratic organization, no telephone, no radio. Only with their own values and codes of conduct."
From hunting house to hunting house, in this world of taiga forest, master all the survival skills, fumble with dogs The way of getting along, witnessing the beauty of emptiness, coldness and silence. All this is their happiness.
Watching the snowmobiles travel through the taiga and the ice makes me want to cry. I've had similar joys, as short as a blink of an eye compared to them.
The film also feels a little short. Such happiness can never be seen enough.
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