Fun but bittersweet gem of Soviet cinema. Slightly cloying due to the musical vein at the beginning that is used as a recurring motif and is clinched, somewhat overwhelming, but yes, a moving eighteenth-century portrait that can be traced back to Fielding's Tom Jones and a century later, of course, the red spotlight of the opulent English societies observed by Dickens. The problem of indolence in the demographic explosion, of child laziness and its execrable exploitation not only of labor in factories and the countryside, but also of crime, was one of the first pathos of industrialized societi…
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