How to Cheer Up Loneliness

Claymation based on the Hutsul folk tale, which tells the story of how troubles settled in the house of good landlords Petro and Marichka.

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 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.

Once in winter a gray mouse ran through the forest. She was cold, so she was very glad when someone had dropped a mitten on the ground. Having climbed inside and warmed up, someone suddenly knocked at it. It turned out that many more animals also needing warmth and comfort will visit the mitten.

A boy paints with watercolors that he got as a gift. He paints his mom, dad, grandma, grandpa. As the inspiration gets the best of him, he starts painting on the walls.

What about the labyrinth, except that it is a labyrinth?

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?

An old man decides to get married. He doesn't want to marry an old woman, but wants a young girl instead. She rejects his proposal and the old woman feels sorry for him.

Once upon a time the small bridge perched near small town. A lot has changed since then, but the bridge remembers old times and can tell us about it.

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!