diana and lera will teach me how to cook a very simple dish, but what is it called? lavash with cucumber. i see, well, actually, so we prepared it. it was not for nothing that i emphasized youth, because students always cook in a hurry. our dish will be in this style. you can call it shklov fast food. let's start by grating the cheese and crushing the garlic. i see that cucumbers are not simple, they are lightly salted. yes, you can use it. by the way, they are different, but we chose lightly salted, that is, not salted, not fresh, lightly salted, the golden mean is like this, yes, the cheese is ready, the cucumber and garlic too, so we put them in one plate, this is sour cream or mayonnaise, mayonnaise, you see how a wonderful dietary dish is spoiled before your eyes by mayonnaise, that’s always the case, there should be a fly in the ointment , put it in, okay, however, if you, like me, are not fans of mayonnaise, you can add sour cream, or make homemade mayonnaise. we wrap our

pita bread into a roll, folding the edges. for real aesthetes, we decorate our dish with cucumber. why, even students want to eat beautifully. in moscow - shawarma, in st. petersburg - shawarma, in shklov - ogurverma. that’s what i called this dish, but in reality it’s a wonderful, wonderful lavash with pashklovsky cucumber. eh, it’s really nice to do this. we need to let it soak, and then we’ll try it. recipe for lavash with cucumber. chop the cucumber, egg, grate the cheese and crush the garlic. mix all the ingredients together and add mayonnaise. if desired, you can replace sour cream. spread the resulting mixture on pita bread and wrap it in a roll. in the fresh air i managed to work up an appetite, so i move to the table. only look, he's literally bursting with food. it

’s all made from cucumber, i’m shocked, in fact, how many dishes can be prepared using plov cucumber, it’s wonderful, i’ll be happy to give you a tour, but first i’ll try the dish that tatyana vladimirovna and i, i hope, prepared perfectly, this is a shlovsky-style cucumber, this is a very... fresh and satisfying dish at the same time, i don’t know why it turned out this way, but here the taste of sesame is clearly heard, and the spiciness is felt, it’s not for nothing that we put so much pepper, well, the taste of cucumber, which is an excellent basis for any dish, i would of course add more meat here, but i can definitely say that this is a real... belarusian dish, however,

no one forbade experimenting. remember, we let the dish brew for some time, during which time the cucumber turned from fresh to pickled, or, to make it clearer, to lightly salted, and it seems to me that this only improved the taste. the cucumber is still crunchy, but infused with the flavor of all the other ingredients. in addition to our salad, there are the following on the table: amazing dishes like khinkali with cucumber, pancake. with cucumber, cucumber jam and much, much more. the variety of cucumber dishes brings true cucumber happiness. and happiness without sweetness is impossible. so i'll try the delicious cucumber jam. cucumber jam's preparation technology is not much different from other versions of a similar dessert. i can only note that it almost always comes before...

such a legendary culinary history based on one product, you need to try, and you try to find time to come to school to get acquainted with the wonderful cucumber.

shests karagodnyh traditional law and keep the memory of the carnivorous zhikhars of zhytkavitskaga, vetkauska, pinskaga, dragishynskaga,

admetnasts sennyashnyaga kantserta ў tym, shto ne'.

hide my laptsi, as i’m coming for you, and i’m serving you, i think that it’s in the sky, pa-pa-pa-pa. say ganulka, and you tell me, and you love me, and you don’t, say ganulka, and you tell me, and you love me, and you love me, and you don’t,

listen, ganule! pasluhay danulka, that she herself is holy, dear

yana is ours. everyone knows what a zhygan is, and you are true to me, and you love me, and you are true to me, say, and you are true to me, and you love me , adzine.

i dared and my friend to grieve and didn’t dare, but the pub agaret kalibava old in kalibaba for 100 years...

became, i grazed with ramanam, the pakul vada became clean, i grazed with ramanam, like a hundred raman, fried, poured out the evil spirit, as i say raman, zhartavatsi, vylyadvatsi, raman, raman, ramanika, let me go. raman, raman, ramanika, let me help you, i’m not my mother’s mother, betsi

i know well, that’s how it’s done, and what’s my name, i’m not losing my mother , i know it’s good, that’s how it’s called, that ’s how it’s called, that’s how it’s called.

nakhelennaya, and ў field of wood, na gelenaya, young daughter, ruined. little daughter-in-law, abandoned, foreign, and neglected. discovered and slaughtered,

then i was forgotten, like the sad life, then i was forgotten, like the color of the sarcas. how it got here, how it became infected, like the garden of light, how it came, the young daughter walked through the water, the young

daughter walked. duyushla, dasya hell vada, i'm on the wads, grazing the hell of the wads, eat and wads, pasta, pasta, may karsyadaika. i wash cotton wool, paste, paste, may kasya, give me some cotton wool, i’ll be yours, i’ll chase you, i’ll be yours.

daddy, earthy grains, from a full bucket, earthly grains, from a full bucket. and ў field varba on green, and ўvolі darva, on green, young daughter, king,

young,

oh wounded ivan. oh wound, ivana. oh wound,

avana. dze bathed, started. oh wound, nayvana. oh, navan's wound.

my, the charming one came to the pit, oh-oh-oh, marry me, lad, oh, my god, girl

i wanted to get married, i didn’t get married, the girl wanted to get married, i didn’t get married, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, oh, my god! the lad is foolishly excited, oh-oh-oh, on the verge of falling, oh, my god, not the little ones, the animists, oh-oh-oh, the fun of the three kalyskis, oh, my god, for a horse you need a nanny, and for a pawn, a shavanka , required for the peg.

i’ll give three kopecks into the club, oh-oh-oh, go buy bread and salt, oh, my god, i didn’t buy bread and salt, oh-oh-oh, i got lost to the markets, oh, my god, lad, bye bye flanker, yago soshenka roof.

the lad is packing some arable land, oh-oh-oh, yago is covering the pine, oh, my god, the lad is packing the arable land, oh-oh-oh, yago is covering the pine, oh, my god, the lad is packing the arable land, oh,

little son to his father i came and asked kroc what is good and what is bad? i have no secrets, serve kids, i’m trying to put you in a book, the rain fell and passed, the sun, everything is in the light, it’s very good, for big people and for children, it’s very good for both big people and children. the carp ran away from the crow, this boy is just a coward, this is very

bad, this one is even a little cricket, arguing with a pink birds, crab boy, will be useful in life. the rain fell and passed, the sun is still in the light, this is very good, for the big ones, and for the children, this is very good, for the big ones, and for the children, remember this, every son. know that any child is raising a son as a pig, if the son is a pig, the boy went joyfully and decided to give birth, i will do well and will not blog, the rain fell

and passed, the sun is in that light, it is very good, and more and more. the rain fell and passed, the sun is in that light, this is very good, for big people and for children, this is very good, for big people and for children.

you’re not in the world, you’re not in the charnitsa, and you won’t go to sleep forever. whoever i put on my hand, i whisper a hundred times, like that, then i put my hand on my hand, then i whisper a hundred times like that! at any vosny, any vosny, pasaladzeli, minutay bjoly, panalatseli,

podalatseli, well, if i’m already a mother, then maybe we’ll go somewhere else. at any vosny, any vosny, pasaladzelі, pasalatselі, minuta bees panalatzelі,

panalatzelі, for the most vesnaў, yana fly, kiss the little ones, for a bite, the most empty. yana look, don’t be afraid, honey, don’t bite,

we want to swim, we walk on a bow, we jump, we never fail, anywhere, someone knows, we cannot live otherwise, but on green land, in blue water, and green, green. we serve vatyre, it will help to appear so that we can go to the wakai, in fact, we sing a song, and we played, the earth became coarse like a ball. i just want to go everywhere, although you know, you can’t live

any other way, but on green land, in blue water, cheerful, green, luscious, vesnyas are like a warm reservoir for us, it will help to seem like we are crying, in fact we are singing a song, peep-pee -pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi, wa pif, wa! the night heron is beak, and if veda suddenly looks up, it means we’ll look at petya’s face with a kiss, it’s impossible to heal motorly, otherwise, but on the green land, blue water, the great green, stupid ones, all called a warm body of water. it may seem to you that we are croaking, in fact

we are singing a song, kasіў i kanyushyna, kasiўyats, kanyushynu,

kasiўyats, kanyushyna, looking at the dzyauchyna, and the dzyauchyna was shaking, and the dzyauchyna, she was shaking, and the dzyauchyna, i was touching, i was looking at the melon, i was watching , stіtyya. quotes, tits, i’m worth, you fall to me,

i’ll throw it like a mow, i’ll throw it like a mow, i’ll throw it if you want to mow, ask your mother, my dear mother, my dear mother, my dear mother. and you give me glory, so you give me glory, so you give me glory, so you give me glory, so you give me glory to stanislav. cub is all over the lava,

yes.

traveling is not just about experiencing history and sights. konstantin mikhailovich lived in this forest village for 12 years, here he learned to read and write - this is the place about which the national poet talks about the life of his own family. travel is

an opportunity to try something new. we have such a tradition, dear sir. on this couple, dze lie down, you bachytse, these rouge stones, here you can make a wish for greed, greed, what a vykonvaetstsa, be stunned, i have dark spots, class, and of course, join the unique folk art, another feature of amulet dolls is that they without a face, why is this happening, well... especially the eyes are not allowed, because an evil spirit will move into the doll, and it’s dangerous, look at the project, the route was built on the belarus 24 tv channel. belarus charmed them at first sight. the main thing that has always

been said in russia is that there is very clean, good roads, wonderful products.

how many times have i prayed? assign me a spatkanna, no matter how many times i drink it from the kahanna, we all move around, if we believe, then the pavadak is clear. ale and i am at my desk, and in order to svaygo,

my dear master, work with her assistants, on this day, i’ll write for... and everything that i won’t tell her, and oh, it’s not like that today oh hell layers of bitter, not at an hour, kali smjaetstsa, sleeping or flat, not at an hour, kalі... jumping, gloomy and smeared, zmyanyatsya zalushnitsy,

all right,

you can’t help but believe it, but there is a city in which there is a watchman, who has a booth in the public garden and who plays the pipe, you probably won’t find it on the map, this... the city is so small, but you hear the pipe everywhere , sitting comfortably on the rubble, every evening, every sunrise, the piper takes a pipe in his hands, every evening, every sunrise, the budachnik has a thought in his hand. here in this city there is not much,

there is no rubbish, and what is most strange, there are no castles, but in this city there are no police, no army, and what else happens infrequently, here there are no jailers, and there are no prisoners, how can you be angry and unhappy if music is born nearby, every evening, every sunrise, the watchman takes the pipe in his hands, every evening , every sunrise, the hands of the watchmen tuttu forward,

every evening, every evening, every sunrise, the watchman takes the pipe in his hands, every evening and every time the watchman picks up a pipe, la-lalala.

and i know the dusty fires, the first few years have passed, there are scenes of moss paralyzed, all the dust was growing, everything is in the heat. and i became so sad, i am so sad, i’m digging a garden, there ’s a lot of grass there, there’s all the grass, there’s nothing there,

what i... was, nothing like what used to be, and only the inscription of veranika, and only the inscription of veranika, the stickers were cut out from the punishment.

veranika's inscription, which is more similar to the zen of the beginning, you are sweeter, higher, not the same as it used to be, not the same as it used to be... and only veranika's inscription and only veranika's inscription.

what is more similar to the zen of the beginning, you are sweeter, higher, no matter what the ranch was, no what was before, and only on...

what is the price of the same, veranika higher, comes, let me go.

i’m writing a novel with a sequel, i know, i know for sure, i carry letters, a letter personally to the post office, as if i am where is my addressee, in the house, where is the carved polysat, where are you, my dark-eyed one, where is the hair, where, where, where, where, where, where in the house, where is the carved polysat, where are you my dark-eyed one, where, over there, where, where, where, where, over there, where, where, in the house, where is

the woody polysat? i'm sending! i’m sending, i’m sending her for a package, a package, only, only there’s not a word in response to me, that means i have to have a seat, i myself, i’ll come for the answer, no matter what happens, i ’ll come to my dear, i myself will come for the answer i’ll come, what... it turned out, dear, i’ll come, dragging duk-duk-duk-doo, drag-duk-doo, i ’ll come for the answer myself, i see,

i see aly ki, i see. i see her house number one, i see, i see a gardener with a stone at the gate, a city where fate awaits me, that’s why you ’re always dear to me, polok dak-dak-da, drag-dak-da, a city where fate awaits me, that’s why it’s so always in charge, drag dak dak yes, drag dak yes. the city where fate awaits me,

where you are, my darker eyes, where, ox, where, where, where, where, ox, somewhere, somewhere in the house,

they are scrambling. flashing over the blue, and dancing maygo, scurrying through the patched galava, you feel evening, you feel the evening, you feel the hour, your

thin shoulders, the sleep of the night, here i am with you, in the fogs i enchant you, vasilko, i wash my hat for... i enchant, i enchant, i enchant you, i am not a friend not skilled laugh... you don’t

even notice, the white background, the ripe apples that fall in your distance, you tell me the terrible words that i whisper to you. here i am with you, i am enchanting with the fogs, i am charming vasilka, i am washing, i am enchanting, i am enchanting, i am piercing.

it’s me and you who are evening in the fogs and darkness.

what is normal life for belarusians, is for others may seem really exotic, i noticed that you have a ship everywhere, and even in herpa, i also noticed, this is something connected with the city, of course, of course, our city once arose thanks to. it’s easy in the country, you just have to get acquainted with its history and culture, initially smar was an indicator of wealth, yeah, but an indicator of status, and only very wealthy people could acquire it, there were such shipyards, so we made ships on the spot, one might say

navigation along it began from our places, bread symbolizes prosperity, prosperity, lie. was a kind of amulet, so guests are wished health and prosperity in the form of bread and salt, watch the travel show at home, on our tv channel, the secrets of good morning and good mood, so the summer has passed, as if it never happened, it won’t be like this, i suggest you spend this morning is cheerful, active in our warm company, i haven’t ground for a long time, you know, i have to have time to look at the beauty. as you said, how to make a kidney grow, how about a beloved wife, just like that, meeting interesting people, hello, comrades, i am a partisan messenger babaray, hello, baba paradise, and a lot of useful and fascinating information,

the place of the forest used to be an english landscape park, according to legend there were more than 150 species of different trees, perhaps in the future the park will be restored, in general, how do you like it seems? why during the war years the germans did not enter here too, they were afraid of the swamp, and even during the war years life took precedence, as they say, over death, we had partisan weddings here, it may be easy to live without love, but how can you live without love? yes, watch good morning belarus with svetlana borovskaya on the belarus 24 tv channel

. on saturday yanka is going lyaraki. vyarbuy alena, soap makers, packages alena, ford fellow countryman, here we go on a canyon, hello, lad, where are you going, and only troubles me. frequently vada at markotya yanka's head lady, the girl missed the white rushni,

yanka is my falcon, pages hoo! malayanka lena over the crayfish, there was a workshop, a workshop on this whole earth, distant sails, sailboats sailed,

there was a workshop, a workshop! across the whole earth, across the distant race, little hands floated, songs, such a flowing song, in 1969 began to grow.

to my misfortune, i walk and walk in the garden, and look over

the flowers, i look, but not like in the flowers, in the flowers, i won’t find my dear, i won’t find my dear, oh, i won’t find it. in order for me to find her quickly, i can see all the flowers, i’ll have to break them off, don’t hide the serenas, but dear, dear clear day, don’t disturb my love. don’t kiss, i love to kiss, oh,

kiss, as soon as i touch the flower with my hand, i hear roses nearby, gentle darling, you lilac. yes, let it be in bloom in bloom, it’s better that we’re in the garden in the garden, we’ll finish with you, we’ll finish with you, we’ll fight with you,

having given a gift to the serts, why is it so great, i can’t understand how early it was for me, what was given in the sky at the end of the day of maygo, to whom the rouge has fallen for several years. paishla, i

feel sorry for the ashes, fogs, and dust. i could not drown out the dark of the gifts, as i praise the wound, the bastards and the serts could not drown out theirs, paishla, you will never return, alesya, be dark-skinned, shaggy. stay, i flock to the distances of the past, i'm crazy, i'm crying to the self-made zvinitsi zvinitsi.

paishla, you’ll never come back, alesya! be smug, be rude, be! i'm flocking to the rostans of the past, asap! to the self-made lizards, the ring of lamentation, the constant bell of the link of the eye of may, to the self-made lizards, the bell and

cry. good evening, dear daughter, where are you going, tell me the truth, where will you live, good evening, dear daughter, where are you going, tell me the truth, where will you live, i live the lyavechanka ravat, who have forgotten the hut of the villains, i live for

rivers for water. i pastaul the horses kala varot, i myself will go to hell, the devil's daughter, the devil, i will not honor my own blood, i won't kill the devil's door for you. because you're going to start the whole night, i well, i won’t have faith in you, because you will press the night, oh, i won’t, i won’t, i won’t, i’ll pay for a month, oh, i won’t , i won’t, i won’t, i’ll pay for a month.

good evening, dear, where are you going, tell

me good luck, where are you going, good evening, dear, where are you going? tell me your true daughter, long live! hell of relatives mil hell of native hut at the master's yard

dzelya beauty yana bezdolnyya uzyaty kab patched payas. the edge is darker, the jagged boron, which is forgotten in hands, behind the persian pattern, the flower of radzina, cornflower, the edge is darker.

gets early hours, heavy-duty, wide fabrics, thin patches. the darker edge, jagged bur, and the forgotten

hands, instead of the persian pattern, the holidays of radzina, cornflower, the darker edge, jagged.

the darker edges of the jagged burs and the forgotten hand between the persians. właśnie kraj!

' in the wet garden , autumn forgot, a torn scarf, yellow leaves, it would be better for us to meet half an hour before spring, we are punished by being late, that words

of love... are said, that they trusted dreams to completely different people, half an hour before spring, which is completely i trusted others, in half an hour and spring, i see white verves, i hear the ringing of silence. it would have been easier, probably, half an hour before spring, we are punished for being late, that words of love were spoken before, that dreams were entrusted to completely different people, half an hour before spring, that

yes to completely different people... until spring half an hour before spring, if only fate we knew in advance that we would meet on a rainy wednesday, i would come to see you half an hour before spring. we are punished by being late, that words of love were spoken first, that dreams were trusted to completely different people, half an hour before spring, that completely others were trusted with dreams, half an hour before spring.

and we are punished by delay, that words of love were spoken first, that dreams were trusted to completely different people, half an hour before spring. that we trusted completely others half an hour before spring.

my dear kut yak! you are not me, forget about you, i have no strength, i am tired of my dears more than once, life is clear, little darling, i will drown you in my thoughts.

and there i get wet with my soul, and there i get wet with my soul, just like before me. a flock of kutochak that jumping horse, krynichka narrow horse. and the tree and the couples with the cotton, the flowers flowing over the water, as

when i was young, i went to bed in the evening, and in the late afternoon i died. i love you, my berah is dear, we really appreciate it. oman's silver-water oaks are a friendly, charming flock.