there were russians, poles, well, who lived in the minsk province, among them a light regiment, a mirskyy nationality, i am a root rus, a belarusian, a great russian, a little russian, chervony rus, whatever you want, to name, it remained to finish filming the last... film father, well, the title was already there, i imagined that we were bringing viktor vasilyevich to the village of latigol, which means he serves in his former church, in which he spent 17 of the most difficult, most tragic years for belarus, including the war years, he served in this church, where his youngest daughter rested, where he himself had to lie with his mother. he said, vladimir saandovich, i’m old, this trip will tire me, i can’t stand it, immediately in front of me he called the rector of the latvian church, father vladislav zuevsky, so that he would receive our film crew with dignity, told him that now there was already a direct road to latigol through ilya, took a piece of paper, drew a plan, where should we turn, where should we turn, how should we go there, suddenly asked: when will you go, the car will