Веточка

Деревня
Веточка
бел. Ветачка
52°57′12″ с. ш. 30°16′36″ в. д.
Страна	Белоруссия
Область	Гомельская
Район	Рогачёвский
Сельсовет	Городецкий
История и география
Первое упоминание	XIX век
Часовой пояс	UTC+3:00
Население
Население	159 человек (2004)
Цифровые идентификаторы
Телефонный код	+375 2339
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INT. MICKEY'S APARTMENT/BEDROOM LOFT - NIGHT The dark bedroom is abruptly lit as Mickey, lying in his bed, wakes up with a start and turns on his night-table lamp. MICKEY (V.O.) I'm dying! I'm dying! I know it! There's a spot on my lungs! (sitting up, putting on his glasses) All right now, take it easy, will you? It's not on your lungs. It's on your ear. No, it's the same thing, isn't it? (pulling the sheets off and sitting on the edge of his bed) Oh, jeez, I can't sleep! Oh, God, there's a tumor in my head the size of a basketball! (putting on his slippers) N-now I keep thinking I can feel it every time I blink! Oh, Jesus! He-he-he wants me to do a brain scan to confirm what he already suspects. Mickey, still ruminating, stands up. Fixing his pants, he walks out of his bedroom loft into a dark upper hallway. MICKEY (V.O.) (running his hand along a banister) Look...I'll make a deal with God. Let it just be my ear, okay? I'll go deaf. I'll go deaf and blind in one eye maybe. But I don't want a brain operation! Once they go into my skull, I'll-I'll wind up like the guy with the, with the wool cap who delivers for the florist! He walks down a spiral staircase into the dark living room. MICKEY (V.O.) Oh, relax, will ya? Your whole life you run to doctors. The news is always fine. (pausing at the bottom of the stairs) That's not true. What about years ago? The film cuts to a flashback of Mickey's past. Dr. Smith, sitting behind his desk, faces the camera. Rows of periodicals line the wall behind him. DR. SMITH (gesturing with one hand) I'm sorry to say, Mr. Sachs, that you cannot have children. The camera moves to Dr. Smith's point of view: Hannah and Mickey, sitting on the opposite side of the desk. They look stunned. MICKEY (reacting, putting his hands across his chest) Gee. HANNAH (reacting) Is there no chance? DR. SMITH (getting up from his desk) Well, naturally, this doesn't mean that you can't have a normal sex life. (walking over to the opened office door and closing it) But Mr. Sachs's tests indicate that he is infertile. Small sperm volume and infertile. The camera moves back to the stunned Mickey and Hannah, following Dr. Smith with their eyes. MICKEY (gesturing, looking up at an offscreen Dr. Smith) Isn't there anything I can do? Push-ups or hormones? DR. SMITH (offscreen) I'm afraid not. MICKEY Well, I gotta get a second opinion. HANNAH (turning to Mickey) This is the second opinion. MICKEY (shrugging) Well, then a third opinion. Dr. Smith walks back to his high-backed leather chair behind the desk and sits down. As he talks, the camera moves closer and closer to his face. DR. SMITH I realize this is a blow. My experience is that many very fine marriages become unstable and are destroyed by an inability to deal with this sort of problem. I hope you won't make too much of it. One can adopt children, and there are various artificial methods of fertilization. CUT TO: EXT. GROVE STREET IN GREENWICH VILLAGE - DAY Mickey and Hannah walk on the sidewalk, oblivious of the passing pedestrians. Hannah, crying, blows her nose. MICKEY (gesturing) I'm so humiliated. I don't know what to say. I mean-- HANNAH (interrupting, wiping her eyes with her tissue) Could you have ruined yourself somehow? MICKEY (gesturing) How could I ruin myself? What do you mean, ruin myself? HANNAH (overlapping, looking at Mickey) I don't know. Excessive masturbation? MICKEY Hey, you gonna start knocking my hobbies? Jesus! Hannah sobs, clutching her tissue to her face. MICKEY Maybe, maybe we can adopt a child. He said you could adopt one-- HANNAH (interrupting) Well, what about artificial insemination? MICKEY (gesturing) What are you talking about? HANNAH (overlapping) You know, where I-I-I would get implanted from a-a donor. MICKEY (reacting) What, by a st-stranger? Deep in conversation, they cross a tree-lined street. They pass a yellow wood-frame house bordered by a wrought-iron fence. HANNAH Yeah, they have these banks, you know, where they keep them frozen. MICKEY (gesturing) Fro--? You want a-a defrosted kid? Is that your idea? HANNAH I want to experience childbirth. MICKEY With a, with a stranger? With a-- HANNAH (interrupting, sniffing) Just think about it. That's all I ask. They walk offscreen and the film cuts to Hannah and Mickey's living room. The room is brightly lit; it's cluttered with pillows and plants. Norman and Carol, his wife, sit on the couch drinking coffee. CAROL (putting down her cup) Oh, that was a wonderful show. I think that's the best show you two ever wrote. NORMAN (holding his cup, pointing emphatically) No, the funniest show that Mickey and I ever did was the one we won the Emmy for. Mickey walks from the kitchen into the living room, holding a half-eaten chocolate cake on a serving plate. The sun pours through the windows he passes. Hannah is briefly seen in the background, preparing more coffee in the kitchen. MICKEY Yeah...I-I think as, I think as far as laughs, I mean just plain laughs, you know, that was probably the best thing that we ever did. Mickey puts the cake down on the coffee table, which is already crowded with assorted plants, plates, and a bamboo tray holding utensils and napkins. NORMAN (agreeing) Mm-hm. CAROL (overlapping, her hands over her crossed knees and nodding) Yeah, it was funny, it was very funny. But the show was about the two Frenchmen, now that was funny and it was warm. Mickey sighs and flops down on an adjoining couch. He rubs his forehead. NORMAN (to Carol, gesturing with his cup) We got that idea on that trip to Paris. CAROL (nodding) Right. NORMAN (smiling) Hmm? CAROL (to the offscreen Hannah) Do you remember that summer in France? Hannah, you had jet lag for six straight weeks. Norman chuckles. MICKEY (sighing, almost mumbling) Yeah, but it was, you know, I guess we had fun when we were there and, you know, it's just, I-- NORMAN (overlapping, nodding) Mm-hm. Hannah walks over to the group, holding a pot of coffee. She awkwardly steps past Mickey to pour coffee for Norman and Carol. HANNAH (to Mickey) Sorry. (to Norman and Carol) Coffee? Listen, you guys, we were-- You want some more? NORMAN (holding out his cup) Mmm. HANNAH (refilling Norman's cup) We-we...we had something we-we really wanted to discuss with you. MICKEY (overlapping, coughing) Yeah... Hannah refills Carol's cup. She puts the pot down on the coffee table and sits down next to Mickey. MICKEY (standing up and gesturing) Jeez, this is, this is, this is very delicate and-and I only bring this up amongst friends, you know. He starts to pace. Hannah, her hands clasped near her face, glances briefly at Carol. MICKEY (turning to the group as he paces behind the couch) I mean... (grunting) this is, uh... this should not go any further than this room. NORMAN (sipping his coffee) I'm all ears. Hannah sighs. Mickey pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. MICKEY (gesturing and pacing) Hannah and I...can't have any children. Now I-I-I don't want to get into whose fault it-- (gesturing) It's my fault that we can't and- and-and the details are too embarrassing to-- HANNAH (interrupting, nervously picking at her fingers) W-w-we-we've decided after a lot of discussion that we-we'd try with artificial insemination. Mickey stops his pacing and looks at the group. MICKEY (putting his hands on his hips) Yeah, I'm not so sure that I, that I like that idea myself, anyway-- He starts to pace behind the couch anew. HANNAH (overlapping) Um, I-I didn't really want to, you know, go to a sperm bank or something, have some anonymous donor. (gesturing at Norman and Carol) I-I just, you know, I-I-I wouldn't want that. MICKEY (pacing) Right. We felt that if we were gonna do it, that we would like somebody who we knew and who we liked and who was warm and bright and... Norman and Carol remain silent. HANNAH And you can say no... you know. Feel free to say no. W-we realize it has all kinds of implications. Mickey stops pacing and leans on the couch behind Norman. MICKEY Yeah, but the-the point that, uh, that we're making here is that we need some sperm. Mickey, rubbing his hands on his knees, leans back against the wall. Norman and Carol turn to each other, reacting. NORMAN (sighing) Gee. (chuckling) Well... My first reaction after the initial shock is, uh, flattered that you would ask me. (chuckling nervously) Carol glances at Norman. MICKEY (pointing at himself) Yeah, well, I would be the father. (pointing to Norman) You would just have to masturbate into a little cup. NORMAN (shrugging) I can handle that. HANNAH (scooting closer to Carol and Norman on the couch, gesturing) Obviously we wou-wouldn't have intercourse. She chuckles nervously. CAROL (to Hannah, chuckling nervously briefly) Gosh, listen. (rubbing her nose) I've gotta tell you the truth here. I'm a little uneasy about this. HANNAH (putting her hand on Carol's shoulder) Carol, I know it's a lot to ask. CAROL (gesturing) Well...I feel for you. I do. I...I'm gonna cry. You want my husband to have a child with you? HANNAH (gesturing) Ye-- D-d-d-don't answer now. Just, you know, take it home and think about it for a while. NORMAN (holding his coffee cup, thoughtful) I gave blood before and, uh... clothing to the poor. CAROL (to Norman, scratching her ear) Okay, Norman, listen, I really want to talk about this at home. (nodding as Hannah looks briefly offscreen at Mickey) I think it's a matter for your analyst...and mine. NORMAN (emphatically) And maybe my lawyer. He takes a sip of coffee. HANNAH (gesturing) You know, we-we understand completely if, you know, if you feel you'd-you'd rather not. (chuckling nervously) I didn't mean to spoil the evening. (rubbing her hands) Now let's move on to another topic. Hannah reaches for the cake as Carol and Norman exchange glances, reacting. The flashback ends. EXT. CENTRAL PARK - DAY Hare Krishna music is heard over a sunlit view of the Manhattan skyline and the green trees of Central Park. The camera moves down to reveal a large group of Hare Krishnas dancing on the broad green lawn among other New Yorkers enjoying the day. The leader, holding some pamphlets, stands by a chain-link fence, a few feet away from his group, talking to someone on the other side. It's Mickey, as the camera soon shows, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, a paper tucked under his arm. KRISHNA LEADER What makes you interested in becoming a Hare Krishna? MICKEY (gesturing, walking onscreen) Well, I'm not saying that I want to join or anything, but...but I know you guys believe in reincarnation, you know, so it interests me. KRISHNA LEADER Yeah, well, what's your religion? MICKEY (gesturing) Well, I was born Jewish, you know, but, uh, but last winter I tried to become a Catholic and...it didn't work for me. I-I studied and I tried and I gave it everything, but, you know, Catholicism for me was die now, pay later, you know. And I just couldn't get with it. And I, and I wanted to, you know. I-- KRISHNA LEADER (interrupting) You're afraid of dying? MICKEY (gesturing) Well...yeah, naturally. Aren't you? I-- L-let me ask you, reincarnation, does that mean my soul would pass to another human being, or would I come back as a moose or an aardvark or something? KRISHNA LEADER (handing some Krishna literature over the fence to Mickey) Take our literature... MICKEY (nodding, taking the material) Uh-huh. KRISHNA LEADER ...read it over, and think about it. MICKEY (looking down at the material he's just received) Well, okay. Thank you very much. KRISHNA LEADER You're welcome. Hare Krishna. Mickey walks off, the Hare Krishnas still dancing and singing on the other side of the fence. He flips through the literature as he walks, then looks straight ahead, pondering. His voice is heard over the screen. MICKEY (V.O.) Who are you kidding? You're gonna be a Krishna? You're gonna shave your head and put on robes and dance around at airports? You'll look like Jerry Lewis. Oh, God, I'm so depressed. Mickey puts his hand to his mouth as another title appears on a black screen. EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET - DAY Mickey is walking up a West Side street, his hands in his coat pockets. Jazz plays in the background as he talks over the screen. MICKEY (V.O.) Gee, Hannah's sweet. Although, sometimes I still do get angry when I think of things. Oh, what the hell. At least, I'm not paying child support. (sighing) Oh, God, I hope there's nothing physically wrong with me, either. Mickey pushes open the outside door of Dr. Abel's office, as the movie cuts to the doctor's consultation room. The doctor is framed in the doorway, looking through a file cabinet. DR. ABEL (taking out Mickey's file) So what's the, uh, problem this time? MICKEY (offscreen) This time I really think I have something. While Mickey answers him offscreen, Dr. Abel turns and walks toward him. The camera follows the doctor's movements from the other side of the wall, obscuring him briefly. It moves across a dark examining-room wall to a second doorway, where Mickey sits on a stool, continuing to talk to the offscreen Dr. Abel. MICKEY (onscreen) I mean, I'm absolutely convinced that-that-- You know, I mean, it's not like that adenoidal thing, you know, where I didn't realize I had them out. Dr. Abel walks back onscreen. Both he and Mickey are now seen through the second doorway. Dr. Abel sniffs and stands directly in front of the sitting Mickey. He stares down at him as Mickey talks. MICKEY (continuing, gesturing) So, so, but it was when I was younger, so-- DR. ABEL (overlapping, interrupting) You know, I saw your father this week about his sinus... MICKEY (folding his arms on his chest) Mm-hm. DR. ABEL (continuing) ...and, uh, he complained of chest pains. MICKEY Well, this guy's the real hypochondriac of the family. I mean, he's, you know, he's-- DR. ABEL (interrupting) You mentioned on the phone that you'd had some dizziness. MICKEY (rubbing his hands on his knees) Yes, a little dizziness, and I think, I think I'm developing a hearing loss in my right ear (poking at his ears and gesturing) ...or my left ear, my, my left...oh, n-n-n-no. No, I'm sorry. It was my right, my right, my right or my left ear. Dr. Abel chuckles. MICKEY (nodding and gesturing) Now I ca-can't remember. DR. ABEL Let's take a look. An uptempo big-band sound is heard as the movie cuts to Mickey's examination, beginning with a close-up of Dr. Abel using an otoscope to examine the ear of a nervous Mickey. Next is a hearing test. The film shows the doctors's hands turning the dials on a sonometer. Mickey sits on a nearby high stool, large earphones on his head. He listens with such concentration that he squints his eyes. He holds up a finger in response to the sounds he hears in his headset. Finally, the film shows Dr. Abel hitting a large turning fork with his finger. He puts the vibrating fork to Mickey's ear. Mickey, looking up at the offscreen doctor's face, nods. The music stops as the film cuts back to Dr. Abel's consultation room. Dr. Abel walks from the examining room, through the consultation room, to a second examining room across the way. He talks to the offscreen Mickey as he walks. DR. ABEL Well, I'm sorry to say you have had a significant drop in the high- decibel range of your right ear. MICKEY (offscreen) Really?! Dr. Abel moves offscreen in the second examining room. The camera stays focused on the doorway to this room as the doctor and Mickey talk offscreen. DR. ABEL (offscreen) Have you been exposed to a loud noise recently, or did you have a virus? MICKEY (offscreen) No, I-I've been perfectly healthy. You know me. Dr. Abel briefly passes by the doorway. MICKEY (offscreen) I always, I-I always imagine that I have things. DR. ABEL (offscreen) When did you first notice this? MICKEY (offscreen) Oh, uh, about a month ago. Wha- what do I have? Looking preoccupied, Dr. Abel walks back into the consultation room, holding Mickey's open file. He strides over to his desk, revealing a frightened Mickey, sitting in a chair opposite it. Still standing, the doctor leans over the desk, his back to the camera, and makes a few notes in the file. DR. ABEL You've had some dizzy spells. (sighing) What about ringing and buzzing? Have you, uh, noticed any of that? MICKEY (gesturing) Yes, now-now that you mention it, uh, I-I-I have, uh, buzzing and also ringing. Ringing and buzzing. Um, am I going deaf, or something? DR. ABEL (making more notes in the file) And it's just in one ear? MICKEY (picking at his fingers) Yes, is it, is it, uh, healthier to have problems in both ears? Dr. Abel chuckles as he closes Mickey's file and straightens up. The camera looks past his back and shoulders to the anxious Mickey. DR. ABEL (his face offscreen) What I'd like to do, is to make an appointment for you at the hospital. I'd like to have them run some tests. MICKEY The hospital? What kind of tests? Dr. Abel lays his pen across Mickey's closed file. He walks around his desk and sits on its edge close to Mickey. DR. ABEL (sighing) Now, don't get alarmed. These are just more sophisticated audiometry tests than I can run here. (gesturing) I mean, it's, it's nothing. MICKEY (gesturing) Well, if it's nothing, then why do I have to go into the hospital at all? I mean, uh, I hear perfectly fine, so I'm, so I'm a little weak on the, on the high decibels. So I, you know, I won't go to the opera. DR. ABEL (sniffing) You know, there's no reason for panic. I just want to rule out some things. MICKEY Like what? DR. ABEL (shaking his head) It's nothing. Will you trust me? CUT TO: EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY Mickey stands in a telephone booth on a corner near Dr. Abel's office; he talks on the phone. It is raining. A man and a woman holding an umbrella pass by; traffic moves across a nearby intersection. MICKEY (into the telephone) Huh, uh, hello, Dr. Wilkes? Dr. Wilkes, this is Mickey Sachs. You have a minute? I want to ask you a question. The film cuts to Dr. Wilkes, on the telephone at his end. He is in his office; he leans back in his chair, dangling his stethoscope as he speaks. Behind him, a chest X-ray is mounted on a light panel. DR. WILKES (into the telephone) Sure, Mickey. What's up? The movie cuts back and forth between Mickey in his phone booth asking questions and Dr. Wilkes in his office answering them. MICKEY (into the telephone, gesturing) I-if you have, i-if you have a hearing loss in one ear, and-and it's not from a, uh, virus or a loud noise or anything, wh-what are the possibilities? DR. WILKES (into his telephone) Anything. Uh, often it's hereditary. Flu, uh, even a small noise will do it. MICKEY (into the telephone) Uh, right, but-but nothing worse? DR. WILKES (into the telephone) Well, yes, I guess the, uh, dark side of the spectrum is a brain tumor. MICKEY (into the telephone, reacting with a blank stare) Really? CUT TO: INT. MICKEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT Gail, wearing her glasses, stands behind a crowded but well- ordered desk. Two assistants, a man and a woman, stand around her. GAIL (handing them each some pages of script) Okay, so here's the new pages. WOMAN (looking over the pages) Say, did cards get these? GAIL (scratching her head) No, not yet. No. MAN (looking over his pages) Well, let's hope it's good. GAIL Yeah, really. Really. The assistants walk off. As they leave, Gail calls out after them. GAIL Eh, we'll be down in a minute, okay? The telephone starts to ring, Gail pauses, looking offscreen. She takes off her glasses and squints. GAIL Mickey, what's the matter with you? You're all white! The film cuts to Mickey, who is pacing and wringing his hands. He walks over to Gail. The phone continues to ring. MICKEY I feel dizzy. Sshh, you know, I don't feel well. He starts to pant, looking worriedly around the room. He continues to wring his hands as Gail stares at him, concerned. MICKEY Do you hear a ringing? Is there, is there a, is there a ringing sound? (sighing) GAIL (gesturing) Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I hear, I hear it. She sits down and picks up the phone. MICKEY (shaking his head) N-n-no, not that. GAIL (overlapping, into the telephone) Hello? MICKEY (covering first one ear, then the other, continuing) Like-- (putting a finger into his ear, closing his eyes and listening) GAIL (into the telephone) Uh, yeah, yeah. We're going to be working late tonight. N-no, we'll order out. It's all right. Yeah. Gail hangs up the phone. MICKEY (turning to Gail, gesturing nervously) Sssss, if I have a brain tumor, I don't know what I'm gonna do. (sighing) GAIL You don't have a brain tumor. He didn't say you had a brain tumor. MICKEY (sighing) No, naturally (gesturing) they're not gonna tell you, because, well, you know, th--, sometimes the weaker ones will panic if you tell 'em. GAIL (pointing a finger at Mickey) But not you. MICKEY (flinging up his arms, sighing) Oh, God! (looking around worriedly and touching Gail's shoulder) Do you hear a buzzing? Is there a buzzing? He pants and begins to pace around the room. The camera follows him as he walks away from Gail. GAIL (impatiently) Mickey, come on, we got a show to do! MICKEY (pacing) I can't keep my mind on the show. GAIL (offscreen) But there's nothing wrong with you. MICKEY (sighing and gesturing) If there's nothing wrong with me (pacing back to the desk and Gail) then why does he want me to come back for tests?! GAIL (gesturing) Well, he has to rule out certain things. (sighing) MICKEY Like what?! What? GAIL (shrugging) I don't know. Cancer, I-- MICKEY (interrupting) Don't say that! I don't want to hear that word! (gesturing) Don't mention that while I'm in the building. GAIL (gesturing) But you don't have any symptoms! MICKEY (gesturing) You--I got the classic symptoms of a brain tumor! Mickey sighs. GAIL Two months ago, you thought you had a malignant melanoma. MICKEY (gesturing) Naturally, I, I--Do you know I--The sudden appearance of a black spot on my back! GAIL It was on your shirt! MICKEY (sighing) I--How was I to know?! (pointing to his back) Everyone was pointing back here. He sighs again as Gail, frustrated, gestures impatiently to the papers on the desk. GAIL Come on, we've got to make some booking decisions. Mickey begins pacing around the room again. He wrings his hands and blows on them. MICKEY I can't. I can't think of it. This morning, I was so happy, you know. Now I, I don't know what went wrong. (sighing) GAIL Eh, you were miserable this morning! We got bad reviews, terrible ratings, the sponsors are furious... MICKEY (pacing back to the desk, still wringing his hands) No, I was happy, but I just didn't realize I was happy.
Веточка

Веточка (бел. Ветачка) — деревня в Городецком сельсовете Рогачёвского района Гомельской области Беларуси.

География

Расположение

В 24 км на юго-восток от районного центра и железнодорожной станции Рогачёв (на линии Могилёв — Жлобин), 102 км от Гомеля.

Гидрография

На реке Ржача (приток реки Ржавка).

Транспортная сеть

Транспортные связи по просёлочной, затем автомобильной дороге Столпня — Гадиловичи. Планировка состоит из прямолинейной улицы, ориентированной с юго-запада на северо-восток, к которой присоединяется чуть выгнутая широтная и 2 короткие прямолинейные улицы. Застройка двусторонняя, деревянная, усадебного типа.

История

Обнаруженные археологами курганные могильники XI—XII веков (47 насыпей в 0,5 км на юго-восток и 32 насыпи, в 150 м на юг от деревни) свидетельствуют о заселении этих мест с давних времён. По письменным источникам известна с XIX века как селение в Рогачёвском уезде Могилёвской губернии. С 1870 года в фольварке работала сукновальня. В 1879 году местный помещик владел здесь 160 десятинами земли, водяной мельницей и сукновальняй. Согласно переписи 1897 года в Городецкой волости. В 1909 году в деревне 134 десятин земли, в фольварке — 140 десятин земли.

В 1925 году околица и деревня, позже околица присоединена к деревне. В 1931 году жители вступили в колхоз. Во время Великой Отечественной войны в декабре 1943 года оккупанты сожгли 80 дворов и убили 4 жителей. 43 жителя погибли на фронте. Согласно переписи 1959 года в составе колхоза «Дружба» (центр — деревня Высокое.

Население

Численность

• 2004 год — 30 хозяйств, 159 жителей.

Динамика

• 1897 год — 10 дворов, 77 жителей (согласно переписи).
• 1909 год — 13 дворов, 81 житель; в фольварке 5 жителей.
• 1925 год — в деревне 20 дворов и в одноимённой околице 5 дворов.
• 1940 год — 89 дворов, 267 жителей.
• 1959 год — 305 жителей (согласно переписи).
• 2004 год — 30 хозяйств, 159 жителей.

См. также

• Городские посёлки Белоруссии
• Города Белоруссии

Литература

• Гарады і вёскі Беларусі: Энцыклапедыя. Т.2, кн.2. Гомельская вобласць/С. В. Марцэлеў; Рэдкалегія: Г. П. Пашкоў (галоўны рэдактар) і інш. — Мн.: БелЭн, 2005. 520с.: іл. Тыраж 4000 экз. ISBN 985-11-0330-6 ISBN 985-11-0302-0