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The Last Term 

In a Siberian village, eighty-year-old Anna Stepanova dies. Her only dying wish is to have one last meeting with her children, who have scattered across the country. However, seeing her children as they are now becomes the most bitter trial and the heaviest blow of her entire life.
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In a Siberian village, eighty-year-old Anna Stepanova dies. Her only dying wish is to have one last meeting with her children, who have scattered across the country. However, seeing her children as they are now becomes the most bitter trial and the heaviest blow of her entire life.

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Studio:Central Television USSR

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