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Claymation based on the Hutsul folk tale, which tells the story of how troubles settled in the house of good landlords Petro and Marichka.
Animation about a person whom society is constantly trying to "mold" to its own taste: at home, at school, at work. How do you put an end to this pressure and finally take on your own shape?
A morning tram over-occupied with passengers, but more and more people are trying to get in there. Inside, the life fountains. Someone talks about their troubles with children, somebody experiences a personal trauma, others can not stand up to quarrel, neighbors discuss a TV-series... All the events where usually, at least in the days this cartoon was created, common Ukrainians are involved in on their way to job-places is shown in this curious, vivid and witty claymation.
A short film about Holodomor. Based on a real life story. A woman is walking a long way from one village, where everyone has died of famine, to another, with no survivors left. She is hiding away from everyone, all she can think about is how to rescue her son from starvation. The only way to do it is to put the child on a train heading to some town.
A horse named Camelia thinks it's unfair when someone is sad. And so she goes in search of Loneliness to cheer her up. Along the way, she meets those with whom Loneliness often visits. And all together friends rush to the rescue. This is a fairy tale that even Loneliness should not be lonely.
A dachshund on a leash pulls his master forward, despite all the barriers that occur on their way. The dachshund thinks that he pulls not his master but something huge and heavy.
My grandfather and grandmother were left alone in their old age. My grandmother grew a vegetable garden, went after the cattle. My grandfather also did not sit idle, he made dishes out of clay for people (noble clay in those places!): bowls-plates, pitchers-makhotki, mugs-bowls, krynki and pots. And somehow it happened by itself – one of the pots came to life, oh, and the ruddy son came out!