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Loves of a Wolf 

The philosophy of the film is that the Mongolian heritage, customs, and humanity are being diminished day by day, the destruction of small nations deeply affected by the winds of globalization, and the behavior of today's people who are abandoning the teachings of their ancestors, are related to the life of Khutagt Danzanravjaa and the adventures of the steppe wolf.
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The philosophy of the film is that the Mongolian heritage, customs, and humanity are being diminished day by day, the destruction of small nations deeply affected by the winds of globalization, and the behavior of today's people who are abandoning the teachings of their ancestors, are related to the life of Khutagt Danzanravjaa and the adventures of the steppe wolf.

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Genre:Drama, History, Mystery
Directed By:Solongo Jamba
Written By:Dogmid Baljir, Sukhbaatar Tserensodnom
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Runtime:87 minutes
Studio:Mongolkino

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