enjoy, and i would also like to note the texture of the filling and crust, this is a poppy seed souffle covered with a crispy crust, and the crust is not sweet, not salty, it seems almost tasteless, tasty is not created by powdered sugar. i warn you, consuming this cake will inevitably cause a feeling of lightness, pleasure and euphoria, in general, it will lead to a sharp jump in endorphins in your body, but it seems to me that desserts are for... you are needed, not far from novogrudok in the village of vselyub there is the oldest catholic church , yes and the place here is very interesting, i wanted to know more about it, so i decided to get acquainted and introduce you, ksenas vital, hello, ksenas vital, tell us about this place, the place is very unique, because in this place there is a catholic. the oldest, as it turned out,

not so long ago i found out about it myself, literally 6 years ago when i arrived here, today little is known about the history of the church, it was built before 1433 in the gothic style, at the end of the 16th century it was transformed during the reformation era to the calvindist collection, but less than through century was returned to the catholics, rebuilt several times, but managed to maintain its style. it acquired its modern appearance in the second half of the 19th century, when ... the bell tower was added to the building. it is immediately clear that the temple was built in the 15th century. look how low the doorways are. there were much fewer people, now we have to go through like this. oh, and the stairs are so narrow. the church does not amaze with its richness of decorations and abundance of frescoes. all attention is focused on the altar. but what it really can boast of is acoustics. many years,

prayers, singing, glorifying god cannot but affect this temple, so everything here is imbued with this spirit of prayer. people come, are impressed and tell their friends, the road to the temple is not overgrown, on the contrary, it is becoming wider. how many tourists come to see this temple a year? well, over the entire last year , about 20 thousand passed through this year, this is a lot, but we are also surprised, i have been traveling around belarus for many years, every temple has some kind of zest that the temple cherishes, which it is proud of, which is also his symbol, but tell us about this figure, i don’t know that this is our pearl, one can safely say so, this is the figure of the mother of god of new life, he came to me one day. a very, very

poor man and told me the story of the mother of god who carried little jesus under her heart. before this, there were events when people began to contact me: help, we don’t have children, we pray, but god won’t bless. people appear who make this figure and bring it to us, from that moment miracles begin to happen, parents who have not had children for 10-15 years receive them later. an amazing atmosphere reigns not only... where you can not only drink coffee, but also treat yourself to a local culinary attraction, for which i came, this is the old all-lubsky pretzel, when they told me that they would show the process of making a pretzel, i honestly expected to meet some kind of at least a grandmother who will cook this pretzel for me. there's a regular young man here.

hello, dima. well, dim, you really are a keeper, the keeper of ancient recipes, and you know how cook this pretzel, although i repeat once again, for me it is very surprising. let's cook. from now on we will work on the dough. and for getag, we take, we take warm malaco, okay. pour into a bowl. add 200 g of sugar and yeast there, mix. ingredients, then the yeast must go to a warm place in order to start working, while the yeast is working, you need to mix the remaining ingredients: flour, salt, melted butter, mineral water, the secret ingredient is mint, and steam, which, by the way, has already infused , we, i i think we’re ready to lower it, so maybe we’ll pour it in, mix it well,

let it sit for an hour, well, it should rise, naturally, when the dough has risen, we divide it into eight parts, we connect the two ends, and mold it like... didn’t separate later like this, in the literal sense of a pigtail, yes, we create such a rope out of dough, but what also caused me the greatest surprise was the fact that after we make this pretzel, we blind it, it needs to be boiled in boiling water, so we have there is a saucepan with hot water, only after that put it on a baking sheet for further baking, amazingly, put the scalded pretzels on a baking sheet, brush with beaten egg, everything to your taste and put it in the oven. recipe for vselyubsky pretzel: mix warm milk, sugar, yeast, it is better if they are alive and not dry, and send the mixture to a warm place so that the yeast starts working.

at this time, mix the remaining ingredients: flour, salt, melted butter, mineral water and chopped dried mint. when the pair is suitable, mix. put it and the flour mixture aside again for another hour, let it sit, then divide the dough into eight parts, from each we form two sausages, from which we braid, give the braids the shape of a pretzel and boil for a few seconds in boiling water, then put the pretzel on a pre-greased butter a baking sheet, grease with beaten egg, sprinkle with poppy seeds, cumin or coriander and place in the oven.

like a prayer, evil hands on the beaches, this is noticeable, this is noticeable, look, and these kryndzelkas were frequented by many children, who learned malita, and in everyone’s kryndels they ended up with the light hand of the irish aristocrat, lover of sweets joseph rourke, whose family served the russian tsars from the 18th century and was the last owner of the town of vselyub. adnoychy joseph arurke is on the water, which is what we find here for...

it’s actually very tasty, the freshest bun, and mint, mint really gives it some originality, but it’s practically inaudible, that is, i don’t feel the taste of mint, but some strange taste is so refreshing or something like that, as if you were chewing menthol gum. it's in this pretzel. with the kind of fat that is baked in novogrudok, you can easily forget about everything and overload your stomach with culinary excesses. this is exactly what happened to me; only your experience will tell whether you can resist eating tasty treats.

three traditional bakings of bread and four slaughterhouses of loaves of knowledge...

arise, huge country, arise, death!

i am your noble one, the name of war is a people's holy war, like two different poles in everything innate we are for the lights of the world. we are fighters, pony for the kingdom of the people,

the holy war, we do not dare to slaughter the wings of the black wounds, don’t you dare.

leave the property to the unit, but everything was lost , only me and the photojournalist of the newspaper zvezda were left alive, how to carry out the order, there are only two of us, commander, but we still have property, food, medicine, mail, a month ago i worked at the academy

of sciences, now i’m a nurse, and i was an artist of the bolshoi theater and we... with the brest concert, we will replace the dead. the motherland expects victory from us, comrades, we will carry out the order. god gave us life and the right to live on our land. create peace, raise children. but the treacherous enemy decided that not all peoples are worthy of life. they wanted to destroy the slavs. the genocide of the belarusian people began, fathers and sons found themselves in the same okupas.

on the field, in the army of the saldats, when thunder breaks the earth, the soldiers of maladzhava, abnyayasya with their fathers, and in the forest of ours, oh my dear father, tell me why we will return to the huts, where i feel the heat like this ly guk lyry . i’ll be with the soldiers forever, damn you my wife, my mother, my sister and my brother, who i know every now and then, and my dear home, who we will live, we are my father, my son has

dear words, who knows what will happen to us. perhaps these green oak trees are plowed by people, and only that, as they said the words, just as he said, that is, it became, and the little dogs covered their heads, and the earth was completely destroyed. all the soldiers are already super sad, what kind

of native people have been... to the fallen oak trees, as they say, the mothers got rid of the land, in the cities there was continuous bombing evacuation, children, many of them... instantly became orphans, and what unbearable pain the parents experienced when they lost their children, these images are still before my eyes. how to live with this pain,

scary, very scary and dark, cold, and you can’t save spring. it seems that everything was so long ago, but the children cannot forget the war, there is no home, and where this house was, there were only mother’s eyes, and the rockets filled with fire at night. whom the heavens, the voice of my mother sounded in me, you will live, my

dear, and i will be a candle in the window, i will be shushov far away, the voice of the language. sounded in me, you will my dear one will live, and i will be a candle here, i will be his noisy, poor and cold land, without love. and without the joy of sleep, the years passed , the war burned me out with horror,

we learned again to forgive, to understand joy and love, just a... don’t forget the secret, my mother’s voice asks again again, my mother’s voice missed me, my life will live dear, and i will be the color in the window, i will be there. to end the suffering, you will share with me, my mother’s voice saved me,

and not my life was saved, my mother’s voice saved me. and for me to live and save the war was waged by everyone in their place, for many the new home was the forest, the partisans, more than a thousand detachments in the territories occupied by the nazis. yes, providing for the partisans was a difficult task, but already in the forty-second year it was possible to make a gap

40 km long in the front line. old man minai, vitebsk gate, it is difficult , comrade, to overestimate their importance. the soldiers heard father minai crying at night about his murdered children. each had their own story of joining the partisans. over the calm of the rakhoy, the kalima grazing behind the rakha dawned. the daughter-in-law grew up, but didn’t follow the rules.

dzyauchyna grew up. natalina, raspberries, floated, zyazulya, yes dzyauchyny, galіly, hopped yanulya. yes, kalina's daughters are jumping i'm behind the crayfish dze kali nase na zhacika kasili pa ўsyaledze januya. and the trumpet

began to trumpet, kalina ceased, the little flower verazza, galina ceased, her dear ones died. all the classes fell, the race suffered, my partisans fell. and there was a game,

a battle broke out, the partisans were there.

the earliest tradition of rechy paspalitay. let's look at their history and basic facts. and at the time of the battle that happened, the armatures were such that stone cannonballs were fired, and the hell of the shape yana rykashetsil velma good. the architects of this palace would know the vilensk maystar shieldgaus, like darechs, who publish the palace at garodnya, which is a pity not to be taken care of. glyadzice, in general, the architecture of belarus: on the upper surfaces, certain niches have already

appeared. we are observing such trends that crime is moving into the digital sphere, more and more of our citizens are involved in the internet in one way or another, payments are made remotely, but at the same time, the risks have increased, the vast majority of the population, we need to educate them.

the massiveness of the partisan movement now at one moment they became both commanders and fathers for many orphans who found their shelter in the partisan detachments, even the dead commander of the partisan detachment konstantin zaslonov, the german administration.

like the bond of the sun in the blue early spring, like the dispelling of fog over the earth, a song flows over the edge, a song of the dawn. i am a partisan, the song of the partisans is flying over the land, the song of the partisans is solemn, and

i will ring throughout our entire land, garads and vesak galasy, our elephant words, the son of the belarusian partisans, let us brightly remember varod’s voice, your share, sculpted glory,

our hero is possible, legendary, my glory is yours . i can, our legendary hero, in belarus newspapers were published underground and acted. thousands of egypt brigades, musicians, actors, poets, writers, journalists, gave a huge number of concerts in combat units, in hospitals, yes, commander, we did not want to attack and reconnaissance, did not

derail trains, but we traveled tens of thousands of kilometers , performed in factories, field camps, dugouts and hospitals. we more than once they came under bombing and shelling, and after all they had to work almost around the clock, freeze and starve, each actor had a front line stage, sometimes a field, sometimes a forest, but everyone knew for sure that their main task was to strengthen the soldier’s morale.