there was tense silence for fanny allaire. she herself literally froze by the phone, afraid to move. nearby , in a motionless pose, is kondrat nettle. play "who laughs last, which he brought to the theater." it was written, as they say, from the wheels, and it wasn’t even printed yet. but the production had to be coordinated with ponomarenko himself, since it really did not fit into the realities of the time. satire on officials. finally the long-awaited call rang, yes, yes, vyaliki dzyakuy, pantsilimon kandratsvich, well, like the last, great dzyakuy, dzyakuy you, dzyakuy, the republic was preparing to participate in the decade of belarusian art in moscow, the first. palovtsev with the all-union headman, comrade kalyulin. from odessa, where he toured the theater when the war began, the difficult path to evacuation to tomsk and working hard, performing in front of the wounded in hospitals, in front of soldiers as part of concert brigades. stanyuda was received with special warmth. the soldiers, the wounded, had a special ene