Vilyura Isyandavletova

There are still villages in the Bashkir hinterland that are not marked on maps. And there are no roads to them. The only thing that connects them is the river. And in order to deliver mail to the residents, the postman Alyona spends most of his life on the water. The river carried her husband away. She has been living with this pain for many years.

A little village Bashkir girl, seriously ill with the flu, is taken by her father in a sleigh to the regional center, to the hospital. Russian Russian, who does not know a word, she gets into the room of a Russian girl, her age. A touching friendship is formed between them…

There are still villages in the Bashkir hinterland that are not marked on maps. And there are no roads to them. The only thing that connects them is the river. And in order to deliver mail to the residents, the postman Alyona spends most of his life on the water. The river carried her husband away. She has been living with this pain for many years.

A little village Bashkir girl, seriously ill with the flu, is taken by her father in a sleigh to the regional center, to the hospital. Russian Russian, who does not know a word, she gets into the room of a Russian girl, her age. A touching friendship is formed between them…