should chanterelles be put in potatoes, how many? well, to the fullest, but we don’t feel sorry for anything for ourselves, well, of course there should be a lot of chanterelles. during cooking, the chanterelles will stew, so we compact them into our cavity to the very edges, after which we cover them with sour cream. let me, while you are laying the next one, i will also make myself the same layer of sour cream, just like they burned you well, look, my own potatoes. our own, our own mushrooms, our own, sour cream, also our own, also our own, oh, great, good, well, well, actually, it turned out, it seems good, yes, now we’ll take it we cover the second boat, we cover it, it’s clear, well, you see, i also made a fairly large hole in the second boat, so if you allow me, i’ll make myself, okay, a double filling, because there will be something to cover, what are we sending to the oven? yes,

we put it in the oven, put it in the steam convector at 200° and for about 25 minutes, what a beauty, just look, we cook for 5 minutes, we bake for 25 minutes, we put a well-fed happy volodya on his face, cut the potatoes in half and make a notch in the middle, then add salt and pepper, cut the chanterelles, compacting them into the resulting depression, cover the top with sour cream, cover with the other half of the potatoes, send to bake in the oven for 25 minutes at a temperature of 200°, i’ll tell you a little secret, before baking we still added a few fresh tomatoes, finely chopped, to the dish, because well, that’s how it is... .

played with color, but it seems to me that the taste will sparkle, but i won’t talk much about the potatoes themselves, i’ll open it and see what ’s hidden behind the wonderful potato lid. kalin, where does the recipe for this dish come from? my parents prepared this dish grandmother, grandfather, and as if passed on by inheritance. the most important thing is that this dish, i think, has been prepared for hundreds of years. it has been here for a long time, but the quality and taste of ivyevsky chanterelles remains unchanged, i can’t wait to try it, our dish can be eaten as your heart desires, with the help of a fork and a knife, and with your hands, and first eat all the filling, and then finish the potatoes, there are no restrictions , now i don’t know how to eat it correctly in order to feel the full taste, seriously, that is , if you cut it with a fork, it’s like a layer behind everything will fall into your mouth in a layer, but... it seems to me

that the most, most delicious thing that can be is still with your hands, yes, well, forgive me, with your hands, i made the right decision, this way the food is much tastier, just like in in childhood, when you bake potatoes over a fire and eat them with your hands while they are still hot, how can you describe the taste of potatoes with chanterelles? no way, because you know very well what potatoes and chanterelles taste like, but thanks to the sour cream, it all became even more tender,

i learned about the history of this place, and i also thought that the augustow canal and food are very they are similar, they are absolutely beautiful, but they could only appear thanks to human hands. this is a wonderful place, and i wish you to be here too.

may you love like the grass in the field, like the young fruit that hangs over the crayfish. like a patched bird that is alive in the wild, may i love you, may i love you for the song that i can smell, for the rich laughter, for the clear ring, for clear eyes, for the young soul, may i love you, may i love you. for the bright hours that you give me every now and then, for the most intense, dear dzyauchyna, let me love you, alexandria.

i haven’t forgotten the songs, then and now. it's clear on the muramskaya darozhtsy, three pine trees have melted, the magician is sprouting, and then it begins to rock, and there 's snow. say goodbye, i couldn’t give up, alexandryna, the winter is over,

alexandryna. and i’m just wondering, alexandrina, from the song you are the light, alexandrina, what were you like? let’s say that vasilechak, so farbau imna,

say that you are a lileya, judzina. tell me that you are invited, and everything is small, that’s what you gave! song you blossomed alexandrina, as you were,

alexandria, alexandria, alexandria. and only here are such stars, artists of different generations, who were united on one stage by the legendary song of vladimir mulyavin and pyotr brovka. and this most legendary song ended the first holidays in alexandria, and today it opens our holoconcert, as one of the symbols of many years. and friendship and holding a republican, and what is it, an international holiday, alexandria

gathers friends, and not only friends, but also the warmest childhood memories of summer evenings, kupala bonfires, songs in the sincere company of our closest loved ones, allow me introduce my wonderful colleagues of this evening, honored artists of the republic of belarus, ruslan chernetsky, and ruslan alekhno, our charming co-host polina shuba. yes, here in alexandria, under this starry and beautiful sky, thousands of guests from belarus and our closest friends from different countries gather every year. and we are sure that everyone who has ever visited alexandria. knows that such stars are only here,

sunny day, clouds in the shadow, life with the volozhki, yes the sky is on its way, happiness is in the morning, the wounds are dewy, geta mayo, that is, what it is, navat fall in gloom, vigilant beginnings and distance from new maras. only here there are such dawns, and

the vine wounds are impenetrable, only here there is crap living here, and only here are the family members of the household, only here is my sister’s mother, only here is my brother’s bread himself. we, sons, who are the sirs above us, neva skhil zanelami vuslami, krok and tsyabe, krok and me, at times the most matt, language and bread, words of may, dear first. everything that was, my forest, yours,

the hell of hell, this earth, the vastness of may, which is not forgotten, only there are such dawns and pine mornings. unpainted, only here life of the krynіtstsya, and szyazhynki relatives from the dzyatstіnstvo. only here is my sister’s mother, only here is my brother, the bread itself, the sun, what are the sirs, above us, the sky is covered with veils.

only here there are such dawns, and the vine wounds are impenetrable, only here is the life of the princess, and the family members of the household, only here is my mother’s sister, only here is my

homemade bread, myself.

we are from the city of mogilev, well, mogilev, mogilev, a city near alexandria, yes, that’s where we are from, guys, how cool it is that we are here in the village, yes, what a beauty, by the way, and i 2 lived in the village for a year, let's talk about your distribution later, just look how beautiful it is here, everything is painted, mowed, you 're waiting for someone, well, of course, today is the most magical night, then...

evening, one might say that with my heart and soul, i am always here, and with my heart and soul, you are not local, i am not local, what a local i am, by the way, i was born here, unfortunately, i now live in the city, but every summer i bring my dear grandchildren here, in the ugly little hole, but please tell us how to get to the swimming pool, so guys, we’re a little lost, so you need to go to alexandria. so it’s very close here, by the way, my advice, please take it, follow the stars, they will show you the right path, happy roads, thank you, i thought i needed to use the navigator, no, no, there according to the stars.

not so sonorous, i got a voice, but i really wanted to see the world, and one morning in a busy city, you left to sing city songs, i consider myself a city person, now i am. here is my work, here are my friends, but the village still crushes me at night, the blood does not want to let me go. on mine, there is a smell of hot bread in our house,

and a river runs somewhere under the mountain, and the geese cross the road importantly, and in the enemy there is a shaggy bumblebee. drinks beauty from a flower, i consider myself a city dweller, now i am, here is my work, here are my friends, but the village still washes over me at night, my homeland does not want to let me go.

there the green forest stands like a wall in the yule, and in winter the plain is all white and white, the songs of garad are tsela. i sing during the day, but my soul waits, can’t wait for the night to come, i consider myself to be a city person in you, here is my work, here are my friends, maybe a village will merge with me at night, it doesn’t want to let me go, my homeland, it smells of hot bread there...

finalists of the tv project factorby 60+ galina kochalova, veronika melnitskaya, tatyana kopachel, viktor gushcha, alexander ilyevich, duet of baenists nebo sound and folk group in itoki, alexandria, alexandria. you labodnyali, budze tsalymaya, my, yuli, my,

yuli, my street, yaadami, gift of the old days, oh-lyuli, oh, lyuli, gift of the old ones, we are going to work, let the heat flow. oh, lyuli, oh, lyuli, give me a split, you will be a slave of the roller washed up, oh, lyuli, oh, lyuli, budze washed up, not at work, let me get excited, oh, lyuli, oh, yuli, give me the dance patterns, for the rest of my life.

the flowers of the sabyaru vyanochak of the early race will go to the singing birds of the little frogs of my dear father to allow me to allow the tayamnitsa to capture the people of the pale. i’ll tell the holy krynichtsy pra kahanna, pra svayo. matokhna zyamlya, my old lady rodod at

the will, hereta... belarus may, hereta my share, how much is my yashche gadochka, recognize so much fresh mint, clean fields, dark night, heavenly patan, matuk on... earth, oh, vasilyki ў field, hereta belarus may, geta may, mother's land,

oh, lyavonika, lyavonika!

and for a while, the sir is a prosperous one, i have fallen in love, oh, for the wave, the lyavonika of may, oh, for the tide, the lyavonika of may, god forbid you continue to live, the end of the sumna is a joyful march, the flower was not cheerful, y, oh nikola i won’t forget myself, my beloved.

good evening, beautiful, hospitable, kind belarus! how nice it is to be next to you today and give this scene a piece of our little moldavian soul! dear friends, today is a magical evening, today your dreams come true all dreams, i really want to hope that today on the banks of this beautiful river two loneliness will meet, fall in love with each other, take care of each other and be! happy, an early star has fallen, there is coolness in the fields, the water is floating, the water is singing, about something nearby. and where

the river glows, near a quiet grove, it connects the banks, the holy one, there are so many separations on earth, and different destinies, give hope to nazaré, the ferryman to people, then... they need the left bank, then the right bank, there are many lovers, he is alone at the crossing, time is building endlessly, at the quiet groves, crowns young hearts, since there are so many onions

on earth and different destinies, nazar gives hope to the picker. to people who cross the left, the knife, then the cross is right, there are many lovers, he is alone at the crossing, in short, he connects the banks with the food of vice. darydas group is our guests from moldova on our belarus and come to us in belarus, we

are always glad to have guests, thank you for the warm welcome, alexandria! alexandria! at the origins of the holiday , alexandria gathers friends with the idea of ​​​​the community of three east slavic peoples: belarusians, russians and ukrainians. and now we’ve been here for 15 years the closest and dearest friends from different countries come to the holidays. after all, over the course of our centuries-old history, we have indeed developed similar traditions and culture. we are firmly connected by a common history, memory and significant events, and no matter what happens, the belarusian land and the mogilev region will always be a place that unites people under a peaceful sky,

i will light the fire. eternal here in my chest, about the fatherland, and let it burn about smooth places, about people living here, about sinful saints, fallen and living, i stand under the sky of belarus and i bow my head for its greatness, i pray, this is the kindest land, i stand under the sky of belarus, inhale its power, with pride i say, for

everything, for everything, thank you, thank you, thank you. where the home is native, and there is rail there with living water, and our land is washed, and as he sings, with voices, my dear little bundle, it is brighter than morning grains, i will not allow it, i will not allow it, i will let the pit fall down, i will fall down to the skies of belarus, and bowing my head for its greatness, i pray, this is

the kindest land, i melt under the wrath of belarus, i breathe in its power out of pride, i... speak for thank you all to him, for the rivers and lakes, for our history, for the dream

, i proudly say for everything, they saved you, thank you. honored artist of the republic of belarus victoria oleshko, winner of the second season of the tv project factor byy ivan dzyatlov. thank you, thank you. guys, guys, guys, guys, did you know that the bathhouse of 2024 is drinking all the records. the length of the shopping arcades is 2 km. oh this. it turns out that if you stand near azerbaijan for at least 5 minutes, well, what can you

say to this, well, that alexandria really gathers friends, and did you know that 3,200 tickets for this event were sold 4 weeks ago, and what does that mean, well, what does it mean that 4 weeks ago there was an advance payment, so guys, wait, wait, who are you, we’re local, but if you’re local, maybe , it’s better then tell us about signs, some traditions, again, well, that’s possible. i have a startup, how to make money on traditions in alexandria, today is kupala night, girls will jump over the fire, so we put a beauty salon sign at the entrance and charge money for a new hairstyle, or here’s a proposal: today is the most romantic night, i suggest that future grooms give a check so that he can return the bride within 14 days, you never know she was heavily made up on kupala night, will you be prouder that way? just kidding, do you know if the dnieper is cold? so,

would you like us to tell you one unique alexandrian tradition? of course we'll write it down. well, listen, once you drink water from the trafim krynitsa, you will be strong and healthy all your life. guys, this is the honest truth. i literally drank water from the tropic krynitsa yesterday, and i feel so strong now, at least send it straight into space. no, ruslan, send it. oh yes, send it. how immeasurable is the attraction of the earth, the attraction of the fields of sad rockets of all downhill roads. which we walked in childhood, these are the roads along

which we have to walk, we don’t dream of the roar of the cosmodrome, it’s not this icy blue, we dream of grass, udo grass. green green bed. the earth in the porthole, the earth in the porthole,

you can see how the son is sad about his mother, how the son is sad about his mother, sad in the earth, she is alone, and the stars, nevertheless, and the stars, however no less, a little closer, but still just as cold, both like the hours of an eclipse, and like in the hour of an eclipse, we wait for the light and see earthly dreams. we don’t dream of rock from the cosmodrome, it’s not this icy blue, we dream of grass, grass near the house, green, green.

thank you very much for everything, once again i wanted to thank you for such a truly high honor for me, a responsible and incredibly interesting mission. and the sad rockets of all the roads along which we walked in childhood, and the road along which we have to go, there are high mountains, the steppe is endless,

vedas fly along the country roads and gather dust. angelina volkova and the rainbow studio theater and the hero of belarus, the first female cosmonaut in the history of our sovereign country, marina vasilevskaya. marina, according to our good alexandrian tradition, water from trofimov. if you bring a bouquet of wildflowers from alexandria , then the power of this land will always attract happiness to your home. thank you, marina, and we invite you to our auditorium. here it is, here it is, real space. and

today we are all together. and they say that there is a lot of space debris in space, this is it true, or is it as clean as in belarus, so i would like to go to space, eat from a tube, be proud, well, you’re still so young, you still have time to eat from a tube, guys, in space the main thing is to be a single mechanism, oh just like in a brass band, yes, but do you know what is common between space and a brass band, both of them, it’s important to understand where?

alexandria! the hosts of the show know exactly how to behave at home, oh, hello, hello,

very nice, very nice, my name is kayla, i'm from venezuela, and i'm kaya from china, and my name is vladislav, because it’s right in the south, and i have cristo rodentor in the background, and that’s all i need, and they say that the cleanest, so white, bracer is one of the cleanest lakes in belarus, we went with you in persian, they saw how clean and transparent the water is, yes, that’s right, friends, and also share their vivid impressions, how beautiful it is here, and such a fragrant smell, the summer is bright, watch on the belarus24 tv channel, guys, whose erudition any adult would envy , and before the game starts, before i start ask you... questions, and you, i hope, answer them correctly, i suggest you support each other with applause,

imagine, soon one of your students will become a king or queen, are you worried, yes, of course, well, granite is it’s like a brown-red stone, but what type of minerals, i can’t give an answer, i understand, it seems to me that prohar can give an answer to absolutely any question, it’s... a mineral, it burns, no, watch it on the belarus24 tv channel. alexandria, guys, what are you doing here? we're telling fortunes with the stars here, how's that? yes, wait, wait, polina, uh-huh, what? what about polina? did you make a wish? well, of course, i walk around

all evening between you ruslans and make wishes. oh, guys, well, it could very well be someone, it’s logical. if a mug on a well is tied with a chain, then it is not belarus. not belarus. well, if your left palm itches, it means grief will soon turn on. water or such a sign: if a girl is sitting on the edge of the table, it means she’s resigned herself, yes, you’re great, and if your wife dressed nicely, cleaned the house and cooked a delicious dinner, then there’s something wrong with your car, go to alexandria, oh, write it down, that means you take a train to orsha, then wait until the minibus is full to shklov, don’t pay for the fare, they drop you off somewhere halfway. here you are somewhere near alexandria, yes, yes, and you are absolutely sure that this is exactly the case, and

well, maybe there are other routes, but this is how we came here, meet the legendary ensemble gems on our festive stage, good evening, on the far side station, the grass will come down to the waist and it’s good to be alone with the past, wandering in the fields with nothing, nothing without... resting along vaselkova in the blue silence to wander in the fields without

worrying about anything in the blue cornflower silence at the distant station i’ll get off and smell the honey of living water. and at the crane, here everything is mine, and we, and we come from here, for the silks, and i and the order, everything is mine, and we, and we come from here and the vosiki, and i and that field, will get off at the distant station. it is necessary to look into the dough from a high branch,

you again, let me, let me, my edge. we want to be initiated into this silence, i’ll go into the tralum like the sea in bass without me the return fast the fast food will melt somewhere in the noise of the city will melt somewhere in the noise

urban it will melt somewhere in the city noise, good evening, good evening, alexandria, good evening belarus, thank you very much, friends, for the invitation, we always come to you with great pleasure in... all happiness, the person who was born to visit, we are receiving a very warm welcome here, vitebsk, it would have turned 115 years old this year, the young rain is falling, the winds are flying, the plain is sleepless, would i know what

awaits me? beyond the distant line, it was not in vain that i fell covered with large snows, but at least i learned what a king is, there behind the clouds, there behind clouds, there... there-taram, there-taram, i believe that all failures are endured, giving life, friends, we are dear, i will recognize love, i will meet

you, there with... a twist, there around a bend, if with trouble will happen to me, the hard earth will not be measured in steps, for which my heart, you will always find.

it’s called a medley, you can run with us, the wheels are picturing the carriages, where we can urgently meet, the main of the world, my address, the soviet union, mine. soviet union. we have young people ahead of us. there are a lot of golden days for work. our hands do not have stoves. from

station love to station separation. you and i have a ticket, you and i have a ticket, from the station of love to the station of separation, you and i have a ticket, you and i have a ticket. the holiday will not be endless, it will always be wonderful , the rain will be missed through your window. today the dream has passed by, but tomorrow, and tomorrow you will meet, your whole life is ahead, together, that,

hope is unnecessary, your whole life is ahead, still hope and wait. we ride on reindeer early in the morning and desperately break off right into the snowy dawn , you will find out that it is in vain that he calls the extreme north, you will see it is endless, i give it to you, hop-hop-hop. oh, but besides, abandoned troubles, there is sunshine in the world of stars, there is a home and the warmth of fire, i have you

, i have you, everything that i have in life, everything that is the joy of every day, everything, what worries and dreams are about, that’s all. it’s all you, with your destiny, connected only with you, only with you, only with you, only with you, your whole life is ahead, hope and that, your whole life is ahead of the whole village, thank you for becoming part of our holiday,

50 push no effort, more than 50 zusіm not shmat, for the duzhaga of a man, a pack of ўverh paslya

suns, but not many times, everything is alive, september, everyone, i am happy, you serve humankind, you are a gift for the peoples, i serve the eternal music, humanly, i create the rights of my people, god willing i'm a bastard, a hundred, alive, i for myself, i won’t live, i won’t fall. i am a man of the same fashions, i don’t live for myself, i don’t fall in line with fashions, i serve the eternal music,

any human gift, and for the sake of peoples, i serve the eternal music, any human gift, and for the sake of people s peoples. dzyakuy, dear siabrs, thank you very much, dear friends, you know, i love you a lot there is.

look how beautiful it is around, this is ours and all this with us, millions of loving hands, was created over the years, centuries, someone went to war. or plow in pain, but always remember, the motherland is the mother, someone teaches children, someone heals people, the order of what you did for the homeland.

some teach children, some heal people, and maintain order. this is the country, this is our spring, the first day, the first step, everything is dear, everyone keeps order, flies into flight, and you, what have you done for your homeland, and you, my dear mother. you didn’t sleep at night, you took

me to the field, the edge of the village, and on a long road, you luckily i gave it a share. hail to the new color of the dewy path, the path and your sleepy eyes are good, and your unkind, maternal affection.

i’ll take that towel, i’ll pass it, i’ll take a share.

and rivers and fields, there are not many happy ones, and the road is long, and i will walk it with you. my soul, slavic land, my forests and rivers and fields, there are many happy ones, and the road is long, and i will walk it with you sharing, so i will walk with

you sharing, so fly songs and we will sing forever together, my soul, slavic land . guys, guys, guys, listen, here remind me what we do here in the village, well, we’re like everyone else. the residents of imensk came home for the summer, okay, i haven’t sung a song for a long time, yes, we need to sing a song that everyone knows for sure, for example, when everyone in the village made peace after a fight, so let’s decide where to start, with a song or from the fight, no, it will be better if people, yes, we are coming to you, i

invite everyone to sing a famous song, oh, frost, frost, ready, let's sing,