Sunday at Six
Mar 16 1965
•1h 23m
•Drama
Romania, 1940. A boy meets a girl. They fall in love without suspecting anything about their real identities. They chose an eventful, tense and dangerous life as underground anti-fascists fighters. The significance of their activity is manifest in the consequences it has on the tormented progress of their love. Reality is against it. Two parallel lines which meet for a second, only to drift apart for ever.
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Irina Petrescu
Anca

Dan Nuțu
Radu

Graziela Albini
Maria

Eugenia Popovici
Mama Ancai
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