Merab, a Georgian young man in his twenties, according to him, his ancestors came from a family of dancers. He started dancing as soon as he walked. His elder sister had nothing to do, and his elder brother would not come back until the sun rose every day.
Merab's life was day after day, until Irakli appeared, from curiosity, to hostility, to love, in just a few days, Merab's childhood sweetheart Mary once said that he should go to the park to do "things". It should be something that young people with wanton desires yearn for, but Merab didn't think about it at all. He said that he hoped that his first time would be better.
I kind of think of when I was in high school, I was always like Merab. I fantasized about those things, but I was afraid of them. It was like a film. I hoped that when I pierced it, it would be sweet inside. For some people it backfires.
The days when I went to Mary's house changed Merab completely. With Irakli's teasing, the two attracted each other, Merab's body was awakened somewhere, just like the moment when the little freckles put on women's clothes in "The Danish Girl", Merab I found that I don't have no desires, but I don't have desires for girls. .
But Irakli didn't disappear like he thought. . To be honest, some of the plots here are too simple.
Then there is the old routine, being discovered, excluded, the exit hurts Mary, who cares about herself, and her foot is hurt.
The last dance is a bit long, and it doesn't show too much emotional climax and ups and downs.
It doesn't matter if the familiar drum beats, stands on tiptoe, spins, jumps, falls and bleeds, he said what the hell is the jump. I said: Hey, I'm dancing the Georgian Dirge, which I also call the Death of Youth.
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