although , at least someone from the locals could have helped belitsa, katya zaitseva, so what, whatuse the granddaughter doesn’t know anything, and she may not know what she knows, by the way, your young friends are next to her all the time. you know, you need to talk to her very seriously, seriously, you understand, you have people, khariton, i like you, you are a man of ideas, it’s a pleasure to work with you, if you knew german, i would send you to germany. yeah, really, tell me what you think, there was a fugitive, yes, yeah, and do you think he had a chance to survive, only one, to become russian? what about your german being killed, you bastard? who said, but everyone here is just talking about this, i’m afraid someone will knock in the right place, the end of it, you stupid woman, aren’t our men enough for you? get out of the way, i’ll leave, just don’t wait for yours, they shot him, a lieutenant i know told me, a document came for him, a document from moscow itself, to shoot. soloch, live, work , where, you can’t here, come on, get out of here, what are you doing them for, y

tell me, does katya zaitseva live here? yes, i'm katya zaitseva. sorry., we would like an older grandmother, is there anyone, she lived here after the war, she must be 100 years old, her great-grandmother died 2 months ago, please come in. here is my great-grandmother, katya zaitseva, grandfather, the boy went to the front, returned from the war after wounds, this is kolya, this is the one who didn’t want to give up, i’ll tell you later, uh-huh, here i am, little one. with her great-grandmother, she always smelled of tobacco, she smoked cigarettes and belomor, she learned in the camp, she was imprisoned in 1945 as an enemy of the people. she said that she fell in love with the german, she saved their lives, we were the german, he was wounded, she took him to a german hospital, they never saw each other again, they saw each other. don't be afraid of anything, your pain will pass, you will go where your path leads you, i really want to go home, yes, where is your home, where is mine home, where is my home, hush, hush, hush, hush. you know, your home is wher

me, please, yeah, here in this village my great-grandmother lived, her last name was zaitseva, katya zaitsevaange that these photographs are still hanging here, why shouldn’t they hang , who are they bothering, hello, sorry that we entered without asking, so what do we need, forgive me, please, can you tell us how to get to the fence, pilgrims, pilgrims, pilgrims, pilgrims. what’s the point of getting there, it’s two steps, let’s go, i’ll show you, here near the wattle fence a life-giving spring came through after the war, water , pure crystal, takes away the ailment as if by hand, and you are from minsk, yes, from minsk, you heard about the source and decided to come, of course, that means, straight through the grove, about two versts the key. and there it’s not far to the fence, but you can see for yourself, along this pipe and through the woods, thank you, ah, yes, that i, i’ll take you, i ’ll keep an eye on the canopy there, so that when you come they won’t mischief, so this is the place for me familiar, good places. it’s beautiful here, it’s beautiful, but in the summer it’s better not t