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　　Roman Balayan, in 1998, took a twenty-painting "Night at the Museum Paradzhanova. The film - a kind of tribute to the director to his teacher. 　　Room deserted, in the sense that the people in it no, but the subjects live their own life exactly as long until cry out a rooster. And "cry out" one that collected Paradzhanov God knows of any available material. The feeling that night is walking in the wind, turning over pages of books. You hear the ringing of breakable glass, good collages from bottles and pieces of old crockery are quite luxurious. Dolls sit on frames, dangling his legs, as well as in the light of day, but there was something mystical in them appears deadly. Beside himself Paradjanov, mounted in the lives of others, with epaulettes, or even with people of a bygone era. Lamps are lit, maybe even oil lamps - all as fond Paradjanov. But the dawn is breaking, the room filled with sunshine, and everything changes.