Father. Great master.

This is a portrait of my father. He was a person of a great personality. He was ophthalmologist. He was born 3 days before WWII. Grew up in the village and then left it for the medical school in Vitebsk. During his college he was an anchorman on regional Soviet TV. After graduation he contributed his life to medicine. My dad's way of thinking was extraordinary. I can hardly remember anyone as smart as he was. He had a dream to build a house. This is a place where he managed to do this. This is the year he had found out that he had got cancer. My dad decided to grow a beard. He said that he would shave it if he cured. Unfortunately he never shaved it. I remember his as the most brilliant person I've met.
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