A RassKuzik about pebbles, the art of cinematography and human kindness

Early morning. Rogozhkin wants to shoot a scene in which two boats travel on a parallel course and then sharply diverge. The wonderful cameraman Andrei Zhegalov (who, by the way, shot countless splendid films, among them "The Cuckoo" and P. Lungin's film "The Island") and his assistant were put into a boat and taken out to the middle of the lake, onto some pebbles. And then one of the boats taking part in the shoot had its engine break down. It was fixed by about four o'clock; they shot the scene and went to collect the cameraman and his assistant from the pebbles. But those two could barely move their tongues. Aleksandr Rogozhkin was utterly astonished: "How? To get so plastered in the middle of a lake! They didn't have anything with them, did they?" It turned out it happened like this: they're sitting on a pebble, freezing, their teeth already chattering. Some fishermen row up in a boat and ask: — Who are you? The cameraman answers: — We're from Petersburg. Making a film. — How about a little shot, then? — And why not? An hour passes, other fishermen row up... And so it went the whole day.