Set in the rural village of White Storks, the story tackles the taboo subject of an extramarital affair. Strong-willed Malika, married but childless, is openly consorting with another man with whom she shares a seemingly tender bond.

Filmmaker Ali Khamraev, accompanied by cinematographer Yuri Klimenko delved into the archives, and travelled to Armenia and Georgia to honour Sergei Parajanov: one of cinema’s greats, whose vision and defiance of convention transcended borders. “Dear Sergei Parajanov. This film is for you.”

A Bolshevik army officer and Uzbek who has been nursed back to health by a young Uzbek woman to whom he is now married, gains responsibility for the local village in 1929. He is urged by comrades in Tashkent to have the local women drop their chadors and veils but he is also told that he should not force this on anyone. His wife declines to take off her veil, so a 14 year old girl steps forward to set the example, over the objections of the local Muslim clergy and most of the village men. After the girl is killed, and the commissar is shot, his wife takes him to the hills to nurse him back to health once again. She begs her husband to leave the village. Instead when he decides to return, she is pressured by her father to continue to wear the veil.

生命是一座花园，如果它与自然和谐相处，那么生命就是一座花园，包括人类在内的生物，自然之王。电影中16岁的女主角阿西娅和她的姐妹们住在这样一个花园里。更准确地说，在天堂里。如果她哭了，那些眼泪对一个年轻人来说是爱的眼泪，如果她害怕雷雨或她祖母童话中的妖精。在剩下的时间里，她享受着幸福。降落时，法西斯的飞机出现在空中，杀死了阿西亚。不仅是她，还有小孩子和老人。Asya的爱和她未来未出生的婴儿，猫和狗，蜜蜂，蚂蚁，鸟，对善良和上帝的信仰。但人们希望人类是一个理性的、热爱生活的人。希望决不能随着阿西娅的死而消失。只是有必要提醒人们，他们仍然有生存的机会。这部电影就是关于它的。它既是乐观的，又是悲剧性的。

Three women’s lives intersect in a small town in Uzbekistan following the Second World War. The first, an old woman trapped in a forced marriage; the second, a schoolteacher intent on imposing progress on the remote region; the third, a young woman determined to build her own house without her husband’s or the state’s approval.

In a film that’s been compared with the work of Paradjanov for its colorful, mystical, and myth-based story, Khamraev fashions a fragmented, dreamlike coming-of-age tale. Medieval Uzbekistan is the setting for an odyssey that launches an orphaned boy into a harsh world, where first love is brutally trumped by aristocratic privilege, friendship is fragile and fleeting, and violent challenges lurk at every turn. Khamraev’s triumph is in creating a fairytale world of wonder that transforms the tawdriness of reality.

The Seventh Bullet is a Soviet Ostern film of 1972 directed by Ali Khamraev. In the same tradition as The White Sun of the Desert and The Bodyguard, The Seventh Bullet is set after the Russian Civil War which ended in the 1920s when Soviet power established itself in Central Asia in the wake of the Basmachi rebellion. Despite this slight shift in emphasis and a post-war setting, The Seventh Bullet is closer to a typical war film than other Red Westerns because of a prominence of tactical resourcefulness in the development of the plot. Although of course this is a staple of many American Westerns from John Ford's cavalry series to the many Apache war films. Despite the restoration of Soviet power in the area, Basmachis continue to arrive from across the border, bringing death and destruction to peaceful villages. One of the bands of rebels is led by Khairulla who is pitted against the militsiya (local militia) leader Maxumov. At first it seems hopeless for Maxumov as the rebels capture most of his men, winning them over to his side. He has only one strategy left; to give himself up, and try to explain to the people that Khairulla has deceived them, turning the soldiers back to revolution. Later in pursuit of his enemy, he chases Khairulla across a river. He has only one bullet left—the seventh, and he must not miss his target!

A dying woman’s wish sends her son on a train journey from the steppes of Uzbekistan to the Russian hinterland in search of his father’s grave. Just as the traveler’s home city of Samarkand is situated on the border between East and West, Khamraev balances his film on the edge of two cultures, evoking the soul of Russia and the crumbling beauty of what was once the Silk Road.