The chains of family lineages are the longest on this land. They continue through the centuries, gain new strength, intersect with destinies, intertwine with rivers, roads, streets. I know how tightly they bound me to my native land, they helped me feel my Belarusianness. My children have their own paths. The grandchildren have their streets, kept thousands of miles away from mine. Will they identify themselves as Belarusians? Does our lineage chain involve in their life?