The fate of the outstanding Soviet cinematographer Vladislav Mikosha
reveals an amazing symmetry of places, synchronism of people and events. an
analyst of the twentieth century who kept a lot of its great and dreadful
events for us: of the Cathedral of Christ the Savior demolition, Mount Elbrus
ascent, voyage to the Arctic by «Smolensk» steamship and rescue of Cheluskin
sailors
I felt the world as a
reality, I perceived it emotionally,
not analytically. In my
veins, the blood of seafarers
and discoverers, and not
historians and researchers, flowed .
And the chronicle, which I
regularly led all my life, was more like a
"ship magazine" than a "Tale of Bygone Years"
