family holidays and others always cooked, potato sausage. we were very much looking forward to it. this was my sister and i's favorite dish. we loved it and love it very much. my children and grandchildren, of course, this dish. i always cook, it is eaten in one sitting. for tomorrow, as a rule, there is nothing left and grandmother. cook some more, well, grandma always has no time. but you nonetheless. i try to cook a very simple dish, potatoes are used, ordinary potatoes, which are cut like this, i have already prepared them in advance. eh, it's being cut. well how fry like this medium-sized straws are not very thin, but not very large. this is for the convenience of the filling. we cut the meat not very large. and refuels that's it. spices in a mortar the small intestine is taken, it

is called pork casings and is stretched like this on a ringlet. everything is very simple. this is how it turns out. for the rural viewer, this is not a novelty. pierce so that air came out? and 40 minutes she was in the oven. here's how delicious it turned out. our table was always covered with a tablecloth. i have a towel. we are very friendly

family, and everything and successes and failures we have everything in common, but if something turned out wrong with us, we never say that we listened to you. this. you did wrong. you did it wrong, that is, none of this. there are no scandals in the family, nothing. well burned out burned out says nothing. thank god for taking the money. that's all. i believe this is the success of any business. and even more so for a family, i know how to survive here. i know how to behave here. i know who to turn to for help. i know who needs my help. here is the road when i am going now, could i once be a barefoot girl who loved to run barefoot very much. think that i will manage such a large farm, that i will work on the land, that i will love my homeland so much,

that i will love this village of mine, the most beautiful village on earth, the most beautiful village so polissya this is my homeland. this is my love. this is my life. i am happy that i will live here, where i was born, where i was born there and came in handy. it's about me. what will happen to the police in many years? i think that polissya will exist and, probably, be reborn and life life will be without a key here. this is a rich area here. i think it will breathe easily and freely.

on a trip around minsk, we suddenly ask him a question volodya how many monuments to the great sculptor auguste rodin in his native paris , he says two things without hesitation. and how many of your monuments are in your favorite city of minsk, he thought, but my leading question is a hint. well, maybe more than ten. he laughed and said, well, of course, he is more of a sculptor who transformed the face of the very appearance of minsk and his beloved city, where he was born capitals of belarus and other cities. not

only in belarus, he is without any title, but buried in the prestigious eastern cemetery. he is mine. unfortunately, short-lived comrade. not long, we talked. with him the sculptor vladimir zhbanov was born, volodya in the 54th year. a year after the death of the tyrant dictator stalin, in the year of the fiercest squabble for power in the party at the top of the ussr, his father ivan mikhailovich zhbanov, lieutenant colonel, order bearer, who stormed berlin, mother anna mikhailovna typist in the headquarters of the army, the zhbanov family,

father, mother, older brother and sister, five of us moved from garrison to garrison for 7 years, stayed in hungary, all the elders in the family had their own worries. and volodya had his own invented. them fairy tale world, in which he existed at the beginning, the material was breadcrumb, then boxes of plasticine, which the elder brother.

sasha supplied the baby so that he would not interfere with his yard fun, and volodya sculpted sculpted. and what is interesting in one of the schools, when they moved from the garrisons, the garrison taught drawing. the officer's wife, who graduated from the leningrad academy of arts after the eighth grade, volodya immediately enters the art school named after alexei glebov, teachers. these are all my friends, my comrades gena murometsev, or they are keychi to borya markov, healthy men, well, the skulters, in general, the guys are all powerful, because you have to drag blocks of granite marble bags of cement there are buckets with solutions of the uterus wire and they, apart from teaching teaching, but the main subject of sculpture. they

involved volodya. in their lives, they were, as it were, an example of a model of volodya's lifestyle, and they dragged him into bohemian feasts and evening gatherings at fireworks time in the workshops, he and friends. here are the sitters. bohemia later, volodya will teach at this school for 13 years at the art school and invite teachers from the theater and art institute. at showings of the work of his students and spoke to them. look who will come to you and i must say that 80% of the students at the zhvanovo school entered the institute. many are now famous. well, this is still very, very far away. after graduating from college, volodya

road trip, what to do in life? well, first of all. he had another secret passion. he loved to play. he was an artist even by nature. it turns out that later it turned out that after graduating from the art school, he applied for the acting department, the theater and art institute and passed the first round, the second round and the third round. and the army military virus went into him, well, of course, dad and mom. military elder brother too and after graduating from an art school, he sends documents to the lvov military-political school and receives from there

a call for exams, that sculpture at the institute was taught by anatoly anikechik, who was already familiar to him. and andrey, of course, zhevanov also chose his thesis. well, as if after the end of the sculpture department at the theater of the art institute, of course, plasticine was not preserved. but the photograph survived. there, then, the actress is a director and a sculptor, who, as it were, is going to sculpt and even sculpts them, you know, even in this one, as it were, the first, or something, that has been preserved. at least in the photo about the work. uh, zhbanova, you already feel some, or something, childishness, or something, some such a naive perception, an enthusiastic

perception of reality. here is this act of creativity, all three create an actress director. 25 years of graduation from the institute ahead of the quiet work of the sculptor, when suddenly a summons comes to the soviet army, a military commissar . vladimir zhbanov, who signed the summons, reassured his father. they were familiar. they fought together, either in bryansk, or on the belarusian fronts, or they stormed berlin together. and the military commissar told him ivan well, what are you worried about. we will send your son to the most. the quietest part will be there in the leninsky corner. to draw posters

often come home, you see a good message from minsk, everything and volodya was sent to the 103rd airborne division, which is now located, this is no longer a military secret. in vitebsk it happened in november. what about december 29th? the 103rd vitebsk airborne division was loaded onto planes, as the guys were in summer clothes. they understood that they were being sent somewhere to the warm region , which turned out to be afghanistan on december 29, 1979. the soviet

press informed us about the war in afghanistan in sparingly and reluctantly. true, it was revealed to me when i saw a column of soviet armored personnel carriers, fired from the mountains, flaming, surrounded by the corpses of soviet soldiers, i saw this on the spread of such a huge spread of the magazine america and then the truth was revealed to me from the stories of two afghans. volodya was older than many of the officers and, of course, older than 18-year-old boys who were

drafted into the army immediately after school, and therefore young people and even commanders who were younger. volodya called him. well, so loving dad. suddenly it began to snow in afghanistan, the locals said it was shuravi. they brought snow shuravi with them. so they called the soviet soldiers, the cold was such that our guys froze in tents, around the clock, the aluminum kettle boiled. volodya said that after a few days, the aluminum teapot melted and flattened from continuous heating, 731 died there, a native of belarus, of which 84 were from minsk. and it could have been 85, can you imagine today , minsk zhbanov's sculpture? 29

february leap year 1980 surrounded by the mujahideen blows himself up so as not to be captured. senior sergeant assistant platoon commander alexander mironenko from the same 103rd airborne division in which volodya served. he was posthumously the first in the ussr to be awarded the title of hero of the soviet union shocked by the death of a colleague, volodya makes a

sketch of a bust of mironenko, and when a year later he returned from afghanistan to minsk, he began comrades are dying to cast a monument to a colleague, who was installed on the territory of the 103rd airborne division in vitebsk and volodya is trying somehow to mold some sketches of future monuments to his colleagues. and he managed to accomplish a lot. monuments to the fallen children are standing in our svetlogorsk in the deep. that's where this one with a machine gun in orel in russia in moscow in khimki

, well, you know, the theme of war in his work still did not become the main one. let's remember what monuments we had in minsk before zhbanov. stele on victory square monument yankees bathed yakubo colossus pilot gritsevets marat kazy tank t-34 all saddle load of secular monuments. these were girls with wreaths over the fountain in the square

opposite the circus near the museum, yanka kupala. moreover , a boy with a swan was installed under tsarev in 1894 behind the yanka coupons theater, and this is the case that literally turned the tide . he walks along mikhailovsky square , pay attention to the place of the next event in his workshop, a friend meets him, the sculptor svetlana gorbunova, she introduces volodya to her companion. it was the architect. boris yurgin, with whom zhvanov will subsequently work very fruitfully and volodya asks him, right here in mikhailovsky square, the city executive committee decided to put up some kind of sculpture. you have nothing suitable. no, there is, said volodya, although he

had nothing. and even a lot of things. and you can see, of course, come a few days later in my workshop well on that and dispersed. volodya rushed to the workshop and sculpted and drank four sculptures all night, some mystical there are some grandmother hedgehogs, and hmm brownies, which, as he likes, the hall eats very well. they will fit into the greenery of mikhailovsky square, and then yurgin came, looked somehow despondently proposed by zhbanov and did not choose anything, they said goodbye and were already leaving. jurgen on the windowsill saw the small mournful hand of a woman with a bare knee, spread out on the benches in a hat. all in the dust, he says, volodya and what’s this, well, volodya

explained with a smile that literally two, maybe three years ago, after a quarrel with his wife, in order to throw out his feelings that overwhelmed him, he came to the workshop and fashioned this confident lady and drank and forgot about her. you see how family marital strife can be settle without beating and flying saucers. yurgin took this lady and brought it to the commission in the city executive committee. volodya admits that when this lady was chosen for him. i say i almost fainted. arriving home, he told his wife jeanne only 1000 dollars for the work,

brothers, she said to me, yes, because the sculpture in the square in bronze is forever. zhanna tells him, says, tears appeared, and he said, i would work for this project for free and from this stranger. established in 1998 began to report just 14 years old. some kind of fruitful frenzied work of vladimir zhbanov, in this direction.

behind each sculpture of zhbanov there is some kind of small story, often a dramatic film on the wall in front of the entrance to belarus, memorial plaques in honor of the people's artist of the ussr vladimir vladimirovich korzh sablin. in honor of the people's artist of the ussr viktor timofeevich. durov in honor of mikhail nikolayevich petushuk memorial plaque. and the young producer vladimir galynsky oh, this human vanity ordered his sculpture. slightly even taller than human height and planned to install it in the central flower bed. on the lawn, right in front of the entrance. belarusfilm order. there is an order. he took off the golynsky mask, fashioned a large plasticine sculpture of

a man in a cap, lighting a cigarette, made a bronze casting. and how sad and how it turned out prophetic. golynsky himself joked. well, maybe it will come in handy at the grave, and so it happened golynsky soon died before the sculpture was installed and the gur executive committee then vladimir yermoshin was the mayor suggested, but let's put about the same mikhailovsky square this sculpture and it was very wisely installed on the water manhole. the lighter became the second in the zhbanov sculpture in minsk, it is sometimes interesting to watch how people waiting next to this sculpture and a trolleybus use these fingers of his.