"To whom my grief I will hand, to whom my grief is a hag ..."

Only Mother Earth can understand the grief of the Mother Woman.

She has no one else to tell her about her misfortune. Her beloved husband and three sons took war from her.

The children were so young! And did not have time to live. Only one of them managed to get married.

His ex-wife also gave birth to the Mother of the grandson. Not native - from another man. But the daughter-in-law died in childbirth. The baby was brought up by the Mother. She became his mother and grandmother.

But not everything you tell the child. Tears have dried up, but my soul hurts.

Mother remembers the sunny harvest festival in her native village, when her boys were with her, strong, bold, so young.

She also remembers the last meeting with the eldest son, when he saw her from the train car and called. Just had time to drop her hat out of the window. And she watched the train for a long time. In what distance did he carry her boy?

The day lasts a long time, but life flies by instantly.

Mother will tell all about her grandson. He will have a happy family and a happy life.

In the play based on the story of Chingiz Aitmatov, only one word is "mother". Everything else is told in the language of dance.

We'll survive all. If only there was no war.