Robert Amirkhanyan

Kirovakan, Armenia, 1968. A street in the town is being renamed, but nobody seems to know whom after. A chance encounter between a student running late to his thesis defense, and a young woman determined to leave the town forever. 25 years earlier, Genrikh Zakaryan, a young resistance fighter, smuggles a secret Nazi operations map through occupied territory. Imaginings and history meld into one, echoes of past and future coalesce: “the fate of Genrikh Zakaryan is intangibly intertwined with the fate of today’s youth.”

For Hasan the cobbler, the skins he sewed become a scourge, and one day they even "kill" a person. Baregut Sultan makes a verdict and the skins are hanged in the square.

The Frog, along with surprising his inventions, uses his friends for his benefit. They leave disappointed, and the frog decides to win back their trust.

The film-portrait of Robert Amirkhanyan is based on Amirkhanyan’s monologue, it presents the maestro’s thoughts on creative, musical, personal and public issues. It consists of an in-frame monologue, live clips, contacts with relatives, colleagues and other people, archive videos and photos. Separate interviews with other professionals, friends and relatives are missing from the film. This gap is filled by live contacts, dialogues and “following scenes”. Maestro introduces himself in different environments, in each of them he talks about his memories and thinks about cultural issues. There are many archival videos in the film, some of which were left in the shadows for some reason, for many people they will be pleasant discoveries.

Aging and family memories, grandfather, son and grandson.

The heroine, an employee of the Institute of Ancient Manuscripts, projects the events of her life onto the stories she studies from medieval manuscripts and comes to very instructive conclusions for herself.

A comedy cartoon about how tigers in the arena train the trainer.

The house of a village teacher burns down. Out of sympathy the villagers come to rebuild the house. And here come the real troubles...