The Baptism of Rus’, the reign of Saint Prince Vladimir, his division of his sons into appanages, and the later-ignited fratricidal war—all of this becomes a vivid historical foundation for the novel “A Sword Will Take You to Kyiv.” But in the author’s broad, panoramic view, this era is revealed not only through chronicle events: here, friendship and betrayal intertwine, debauchery and love, faith and cold cynicism, raids by the Pechenegs and the hiring of Varangians. And there are also unexpected echoes of far later times—especially at the moment when the prince’s retinue, after a feast, takes up familiar words: “Let us drink, retinue, for our prince, for our dear father—let us drink—and we’ll pour out again!” For the past does not vanish without a trace—it is near, within us, in our roots.