Chrichina
Dec 27 1954
•2h 0m
•Comedy, Romance
A young, funny, lovely, kind girl from country-side is named Marine but she is nicknamed as Chrichina (Dragonfly). She is very popular in her village because of her happy-go-lucky temperament and singing songs. She lost a chance to study at University, fell in love with handsome, intelligent architect from the city. She must prove to everyone that she is useful for something, and not only for singing "aba deli dela..." every day. Everyone realizes that they are not very suitable for each other, but the young architect can't get her out of his head.
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Leila Abashidze
Marine
Tsetsilia Tsutsunava
Eprosine
Tamar Abashidze
Elpite
Dodo Abashidze
Bichiko, Driver
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