Whispering Pages

Synopsis: The existential protagonist is a hungry, homeless, socially isolated, and socially alienated young man living on the streets of an anonymous Russian big city in the 19th Century. He's looking for answers about himself and the things that he sees around him, but he's coming up short. Very innovative cinematography that alternates between B&W and full color through the course of the film in a way that accents the dramatic action. Sometimes, a B&W scene will even become full color in just one spot on the screen, a unique alternative to a close up shot.
Genre: Drama
77 min

Young man!

- Eh, wait, wait!

- What do you want?

Money. I'm hungry.

I have no money...

...and I'm hungry too.

- You're lying.

- No.

Understand, me too...

I can well see you're lying.

You're not hungry. You're refusing.

- No, no.

- That's not good.

- You are an avid man.

- No, no.

I just wanted to ask about the

old woman that was killed...

...over there, in flat number 40.

There was blood, a whole puddle.

- What do you want?

- Nothing.

Who is he?

- Certainly a spy.

- I'm not a spy.

What do you want?

I just wanted to know

about the old woman.

- Did you go to her flat?

- I didn't go anywhere.

I just wanted something to eat.

I'm hungry.

- Let me! Let me go!

- He's light, quite light!

Light as a feather!

To the right, more to the right!

Excuse me.

I've been sent to find you.

But I wasn't looking for you.

I was simply walking and thinking,

and I heard your voice.

We're asking you to come to the cemetery

to assist the ceremony for the defunct.

Why are you so strangely silent?

Won't you come?

Aren't you listening to me?

Good morning.

I will come, I'll certainly come!

Then please, have a seat.

I'm silent because your voice

is so weak and quiet

that it's a pleasure to listen to you.

Mom, she is the daughter of that poor one

who yesterday has been crushed

by some horses.

You would have thought

it was done on purpose.

I wanted to ask you this:

haven't you been disturbed

by the police?


Only the neighbors are furious.

And why?

The body is in the flat.

It smells


Why are you looking at my room

this way?

Mom says it looks like a tomb.

How did you find me?

I haven't found you. I was thinking of you,

and I heard your voice.

My voice? Ah yes, your little sister.

I gave her my address.

Don't you remember me?

Certainly not.

You have to fill in

the application,

specifying that you wish

to retrieve your things

left with the deceased woman.

Write down the details,

rather briefly,

on the administration papers.

And correctly.

Aren't you cold?

You're letting your pen creek.

You shouldn't.

The pen is no good.

Don't press so hard.

Be concise.

The more things that are in your list

the less chance you'll have to reclaim them.

It's like for the coachmen.

The less you ask of them,

the safer

- you are.

- I don't go traveling by coach.

Note down about six objects.

Or seven. Not more.

How foolish.

Oh, my God.

Give me at last more paper.

Sure, it doesn't fit on one sheet.

It's really a pity.

May V?

That's it.

Oh! So many things!

And your handwriting is illegible.

I'm not stingy about paper,

but look.

Did you read back

what you wrote?

- You know...

- What more?

You could not love...

...my hands,

- my laces, my shoes, whatever you want.

- God forbid!

But I won't allow anyone to make fun of me.

Not making fun of you

is necessary, but saving you

from these imaginary murdered old women.

What are you saying?

- Your handwriting is awful.

- What are you talking about?

- What handwriting?

- Is it your signature?

What signature?

Your signature, yours.

Yes. Well, that's it.

- My Lord!

- Are you hurt?


You have five hours left

and if you ever decide

to end things in a fantastic way, then...

Oh, but why crap

right on the stairs?

Be kind and leave a note

of about 20 lines, not more.

Well, good luck!

Whats the matter with you?

Nothing. Don't be afraid.

It's nonsense.

Why did I come to torment you?


- What happened?

- What?

What's the matter?



last time I told you

that we wouldn't see

each other anymore.

I decided to come back today

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