Cast
| Actor | Role |
|---|---|
| Jozef Kroner (1924–1998) | Anton "Tóno" Brtko, carpenter |
| Ida Kamińska (1899–1980) | Rozália Lautmannová, button-store owner |
| Hana Slivková (1923–1984) | Evelína Brtková, Tóno's wife |
| Martin Hollý Sr. (1904–1965) | Imrich Kuchár, accountant and resistance member |
| František Zvarík (1921–2008) | Markuš Kolkotský, town commander |
| Elena Pappová-Zvaríková (1935–1974) | Ružena "Róžika" Kolkotská, his wife and Evelína's sister |
| Adam Matejka (1905–1988) | Piti-báči (Uncle Piti), town crier |
| Martin Gregor (1906–1982) | Mr. Katz, barber |
| František Papp (1930–1983) | Mr. Andorič, railroad employee and Rozália's neighbor |
| Gita Mišurová (b. 1929) | Mrs. Andoričová, his wife |
| Eugen Senaj (1901–1981) | Mr. Blau, publisher and Jewish community treasurer |
| Lujza Grossová (1917–1981) | Mrs. Eliášová, Rozália's neighbor |
| J. Mittelmann | Daniel "Danko" Eliáš, her son |
| Mikuláš Ladžinský (1923–1987) | Marian Peter, paramilitary guard officer |
| Alojz Kramár (1916–1985) | Balko-báči (Uncle Balko), brass-band conductor |
| Tibor Vadaš (1908–1987) | Tobacconist |
The Shop on Main Street was filmed on location at the town of Sabinov in north-eastern Slovakia with numerous local extras whose voices bring in hints of the eastern regional variety of Slovak. Ida Kamińska's Polish accent is employed to the same effect.
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