Recently, I saw Tarkovsky's "Sacrifice". As usual, I was drawn into this long movie with no effort. This movie, which was the last piece of work by him, is full of stories told by the characters. Not much happens through actions. One of the stories stood out for me. The protagnist starts talking about his sick mother who always sat by the window which looked down the garden. He tells his friend how much she enjoyed seeing the garden. Being a good son, he wanted to clearn it up for her birthday. While his mother was getting weaker and having to stay in her bed, he kept working on the garden, trimming the trees and mowing the grass. The garden was ready. Being extremely proud and excited, he sat by the window to look over the garden. With a painful look on his face, he confesses to his friend, " it was disgusting." Being changed through a man's hands, the garden has lost its wild nature.