Веточка
| Деревня | |
| Веточка | |
|---|---|
| бел. Ветачка | |
| 52°57′12″ с. ш. 30°16′36″ в. д.HGЯO | |
| 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 |
| Прочее | |
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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)
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. |
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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
Примечания
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
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