[🇸🇰] Poznáte ten pocit, keď vás nejaký príbeh, ktorý si potajomnky vytvárate v hlave už niekoľko rokov hryzie a kmáše, a trhá, dokým sa nedostane von?
Kiežby som vedela rozpovedať ten Janov... ale toľkokrát som jeho život prepisovala a prehodnocovala, že z neho zostali už len pocity.
Veď to poznáte, rusínska dedinka kdesi pánubohu za chrbtom, hladová dolina, napäté vzťahy medzi pravoslávnymi a greckokatolikmi, kde starý systém sveta je v troskách a túžba po zázrakoch je väčšia než veľká...
Doprostred tejto horkosti prichádza mladý chalan, seminarista, so svojím ujom, kňazom, a na všetkých i na všetko sa znesie tichá predtucha, že nič nebude ako predtým.
[🇬🇧] You know that feeling when a story you've been secretly creating in your head for years starts gnawing, shaking you, begging to be set free?
I wish I could tell Jan's story... but I've rewritten and reevaluated his tale so many times that only the vibes alone remain.
You know how it is: a rusyn village somewhere in the middle of nowhere, an impoverished region, tense relations between the orthodox and greek catholics, where the old way of the world is long gone, and the longing for miracles is greater than ever...
Into the midst of this bitterness arrives a young man, a seminarian, with his uncle, a priest, and a quiet premonition descends upon everyone and everything that nothing will be as it was before.
Calendar of a Roman farmer. Each page has three month names.
Each month, starting from the top, has the number of days of the month, the day when there are Nonae, the length of day and night expressed in hours, the sign of the zodiac, protective deity, work to take place in the field and the most important festivals.
