A documentary essay balancing between irony over national stereotypes in general and a nostalgic flow of cultural associations from the director's memories: Russian nursery rhyming stories, the only Mordovian words she knows from her mother, school counting rhymes with German verbs, Tatar songs by her mother-in-law, quotes from some soviet poems, scenes from the opera "Eugene Onegin", the old anthem of Kazakhstan, which she memorizing for her district administration, and much more.
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