a small holiday, we went twice for the whole day with nikita in zagorsk before and now the trinity sergiusra went to temples, prayed fervently in chapels, there were services. nikita explained to me the meaning of some icons. i want to visit my father , he says, we come to the armenian cemetery, directly opposite the vagankovsky cemetery, we approach a modest monument to its place. nikita says these are the last days of november for me, my friend. i am all our walks. i describe the feasts, because all this time we have not closed our mouths and shared our plans with each other, interrupting each other, arguing from metal. here why i told you all this, it was not just a walk. these were some acts of creativity intoxicated. working in minsk every 2-3 months, the cubes left for moscow. well, to dasha's family, he brought boxes of banned or semi-protected documentaries from there , thanks. nikita, we learned the names and films of artovaz on pleshan. the land of the people, the beginning of the fragments of the unmounted, but already forbidden picture forever. disgraced sergei paradzhanov kiev