The odyssey of the prince, who lived on the break of two eras in the history of the Belarusian state, ended: his golden age and the overthrow of this century into oblivion, from which the country is chosen to this day. As the Belarusian poet Vladislav Syrokomlya correctly wrote: "Together with the lamented times of Jan Casimir, the happy life of our cities ends." And that golden age sank into the abyss of time, like the legendary Atlantis. But it was replaced by new times, the times of the end of oblivion.