Rusudan Bolkvadze

A travers l'histoire d'un mensonge d'amour, le portrait délicat de trois femmes de générations différentes dans la Géorgie d'aujourd'hui.

The king, tormented by nightmares, seeks for the best dream to be able to sleep peacefully.

The Soviet Union has collapsed. Civil and ethnic wars have broken out in Georgia, Azerbaijan, and Armenia, three republics in the Caucasus. The post-Soviet Caucasus have turned into one large conflict zone. Two radically different people with different ideals, problems, and goals are united by the conflict zone. Gogliko, a Tbilisi street boy, and Spartak, a Sukhumi sniper, are forced to solve problems of the street and problems of the state together. For one, the goal is to get back the money he lost gambling; for the other, it is to carry out a general's absurd military mission. In spite of it all, their paths cross and their lives are changed forever.

Dying, the grandfather bequeathed to his grandson Luke to faithfully and truly serve the hero Vamekh, who, according to popular belief, should come and free the country from the oppression of the bloodthirsty vizier. Princess Twalta is also waiting for Vamekh's arrival - she must convey to him a family secret - a treasure, thanks to which Vamekh will become invulnerable. However, the vizier's mercenaries kidnap her from the monastery where Twalta was hiding. Luka, his friends, Bakur and Zaal, save the princess, but they themselves find themselves in an enemy trap. In the old abandoned fortress they will have to fight their last battle.

The film tells a strange story, in flashback, about a British Telegraph Company’s engineer named Hughes appearing in a distant Guria village. Falling in love with the beautiful Anna, the Englishman became the enemy of her brother, Bolshevik Nestor. Both Hughes and Nestor were shot dead by Lavrenty Mgeladze, who had once had everything, but later was dispossessed and driven out of the village. The old Anna told that story to a young composer who recorded the music: “My dear homeland, why are you weeping?…”