About the workdays of a team of dockers.
1920. The enemy of Soviet Russia is not broken everywhere. Basmachi gangs are rampaging through Turkestan. A group of kulaks, with the support of local merchants and warriors, incites the Red Army soldiers to counter-revolutionary rebellion...
On a gloomy March 1881, an old, sick man was dying in the Nikolaevsky military land hospital in St. Petersburg. Delirium tremens had done its dirty work: there was no hope for recovery. And this “old man” had just turned 42 years old, and it was the great Russian composer Modest Petrovich Mussorgsky. Who knows what visions, what memories swarmed in his fevered imagination in rare moments of enlightenment?
