I will be always with you

June, 1943, Trans -Urals, Polar Circle. The glitches of military lightning are painted with blood, the enemy does not give up and with a riddled ridge is slowly crawling to the west.
But here, on the spaces of the tundra near the mother of the Spring Waters of the Great River Ob, on cities, villages, camp zones, factory and deer camps, the shadow of war falls and fills the air with anxiety. This troubled atmosphere drives some crazy, turning people into monsters or into a miserable likeness of a person, devoid of will and mercy, others, the same people, rise above the world of everyday life and become heroes or angels. And in the center of these events, the life and fate of the artist, in the magical hands of which clay, stone, wood and metal breathes and come to life