[000:00:00;00] no matter how delicious it was for me in tatyana's fragrant garden, it's time to move on and exchange material food for spiritual food. a few kilometers from mstislavl is one of the most famous belarusian monasteries, the pustyn monastery. it was

founded in the 13th century. the renovation began only in the early 2000s, and then a miracle happened in the monastery: the face of christ appeared on one of its walls. at first, it was not a very clear image, but over time it became brighter. today, it can be seen without difficulty and in any lighting. scientists conducted research and found out, the image of nefresco, but could not explain the phenomenon from a scientific point of view. the second holy place of the monastery is considered to be the spring, the branch of which lugvin saw. today, a font is open here. well, i took a rest again, ready to search for traditional belarusian cuisine in an original performance. glacier is a brilliant architect in the mstislavl area, he created simply fantastic landscapes. yes, mstislavel is far away, but it is worth coming here to see all this. and in one of the most beautiful places sergey and tatyana live on the planet. sergey,

hi, tatyana, hi! good afternoon! how did you end up here? well, let's say it was an obsession to make an agro-estate. we searched for a long time, there was a huge search, and then i accidentally came to the lake to fish, saw a beautiful place here, but it was in a very bad and ugly condition, and an obsession came: we need to make an agro-estate here, that's how we got this agro-estate. today, guests come to tatyana and sergey not only to relax and fish, but also to eat deliciously. for this the guys created everything. conditions, guys, in your yard i, as a curious gastronomic tourist , was interested in something, this miracle red barrel with a huge inscription "tandoor", yes, well, uh, this idea came to us, literally, when we were visiting our, let's say, comrades from kazakhstan, they cook in a tandoor there, made of clay, but a tandoor is really an ordinary familiar tandoor

- it's such a... well, a clay barrel at least, or maybe even buried in the ground, yes, yes, so we have the ability to make such a barrel no, firstly, we don't have the right clay, secondly, we don't have the equipment for it, so i had this idea: why not make it out of red brick, and so that the brick doesn't collapse, just put it in a barrel and make a lid so that nature can't harm this tandoor. now sergey and tatyana cook all national belarusian dishes only in it, it turns out unusual. delicious, and what are you cooking in the tandoor today, how will you surprise me, today we are cooking our belarusian cuisine in the tandoor, this is an ordinary babka, while tatyana is cooking it in the kitchen, sergey and i are lighting the tandoor in the yard. i honestly thought that you brought this bundle of brushwood just to light a big fire, as we always do, but this is not brushwood, this is

the firewood itself, on which we will... cook - in the tandoor. tell me, please, how many of these bundles are needed to cook babka in a pot, for example, well, it all depends on the time of year. in the summer, of course, less firewood, in the winter more to heat the brick, well, i think these bundles are enough, three or four small ones will be enough, they say the devil is in the details. an important detail of cooking in a tandoor is firewood. only deciduous trees will do, preferably fruit trees, apple, pear, plum. unlike conifers, they do not emit resins that stain the walls and give food a specific taste. sergey entrusted me with the most important task of lighting the fireplace with a splinter. it will now have a draft, it will hum, it will. wow, how cool, the special thing is that we didn’t even have to fan it, it’s huge

draft, fire, just flared up. in about 40 minutes, after which you can put food in there, oh , what a great invention this tandoor is, you can insert shashlik on skewers and fry it, or you can cook three rows of pots at once , well, it's ready, you can load it, yes, you can load it, okay, so, we lower the pots, the stove, yes, you can feel the heat very strongly, if you drag out this process, you can burn your hands, the granny will cook for about 40 minutes, during this time the pots change places several times for uniform heating, here they are, our pots ready, and i see how you are! he said, the walls of the tandoor are absolutely white and clean, no soot, how do i get the pot out of here? it's easy, just with the help of two gloves we take out this interesting construction, oh,

what a beauty, everything, ours, our babka is ready, to everyone's delight, ready, i put the babka on a plate to take a closer look at the dish, wow! pub, well, i seem to have heard such a word, and he says that i don't understand at all what this is, well, that would be a bit silly, but i didn't expect to see this in this pot, it looks like one from the outside a large baked potato pancake, it's a potato babka, potato, and am i right in comparing it to dranik, yes, that is, no , it turns out that potatoes... babka is made from potatoes with cracklings, fried onions, mushrooms and other additives, so yes, there can be no comparison with potato pancakes here, i got carried away, wow, it's thick, i thought it was like a stew, something

happened inside, but here we have, wow, it's barely, barely getting out, the consistency of babka is a very dense dish, it's a casserole made from grated raw potatoes or... if you like potato pudding? tatyana, let's do it this way, i 'll eat, and in the meantime tell me the recipe, suddenly i want to cook it at home, first fry the lard with meat and onion in a frying pan separately, grate the potatoes on a fine grater, mix it all up, salt and put it in the tandoor. the history of this dish is lost in its roots in the distant past, before the appearance of potatoes in belarus, a similar casserole. made from finely chopped vegetables, the dish received its name only in the 19th century, from a sweet easter pie, it was this one before called a babka, and since two centuries ago potatoes had already become the main food of ordinary peasants, the name of the dish was

ironic, i mean, this is the peasants' babka, and it's great that her recipe has not been lost in the depths of centuries, that they remember the babka, love it, know how to cook it and even experiment with it, as the vasilyev family does from near mstislavl. by the way, the outskirts of this city pleasantly surprised me in the culinary aspect. who would have thought that here you can not only eat deliciously, but also make a lot of culinary discoveries. try it too, as they say, a dish about the power of chewing. we are going on expeditions in the depths of our country.

ranak novaga daya vymagae vysіlkaў for tago, kіravazza ў new padarozha. things will happen again and again in the past in the forested lands. let's look at the history and meat abrasions. church of the saint. mikalaya, published in 1818 by the myastsov gentry, shchytom. the temple was built on kurgan in the myastsovsky palyashutsky style, its finial sign dates back to 1876, when the tent-roofed church was installed. let's trap and unicalnaga pryrodnaga ab'ekta, kalodzeja karalevy bones forsa, vyadomaga yašče z 16 stagodzia. housewife, can you hear that the state is coming to us, the vadut bush. oh, the saint is already dry, we are pasturing the bush

on the white. for a moment, i want to run and splatter like rain. the light of the sun, and how our life is formed from these fractions, we want to look at these light for our own sake, and our skin. advertising is nothing new for ourselves, it’s so good for us, because we work for it with

anyone, with anyone and belarus. would have bulged magutny ў prastory susveta. stykhiya agnu naradzila of the planet. and the darkness of the meeting with the saint, and the sun of the earth, gasped with a chick. kasmichny, narrowly falling on the palesse , and the edge of the life-giving lid, with which you can drink everything, i will flatten my eyes and drink the palesse, praising the sir inside, and i hear a sweet song, the palessa ь zhykhary, u vessy guchyts palyashutskaya language, i

the myastsov people are wise, connected with the natural world, adzinay asnova, they have not genetically coded their code. the beads here are a little on the skin, on the ground and in the nests. і with sunny water sparkles nedze ў mnіzine, baloti yaskrava garats. the bright sky is shining over... the edge of the ruble, pray the people, with the kind words

of your meeting, ask for something from the karagot. the white wings of buslou gomelshchyn fell. menavita from the gomel region has begun the history of the settlement of belarusian lands and the beginning of everything in palessia. thank you, the palishuks managed to save the halo - traditional products. now we are holding a unique masterpiece in our hands. the neglyubka towel, which is like the weight of neglyubka. became familiar to the whole world.

assembling the neglyubsk manuals you have, that images, symbols, which can influence their understanding, contribute to sacred senses. for their high quality, elements of the ornament and the skin from them are used for their own: good urajai, family drains, a sprinkling courtyard, a nadzhenne dzyatsey, vytavanne hell sickness, there neglyubskiy towels , geta... the cosmos of light, as belarus looks. neglyubskaya maistrekhs encrypted with the cultural codes of the small kingdom everything that happened. so, the yans prayed to

the gods. we're going to sleep, we're going for a walk, hey, hey, hey, we're stupid, we're going crazy, we're stupid,

let's fall asleep, let's take a walk! kolyary zhanki two teeth e taechka on the taechka miracles miracles miracles eccentric there the cavalry flocked on the streets boy yana staly gavaryl yana staly gavarylya e taechka on the taechka miracle-miracle miracle miracle-miracle eccentric cavalry flocked there the streets of the little boy are the first ones. i love, first of all, i love, oh, taechka, on taechka, tsyuda, tsyuda, tsyudaechka, miracle, miracle, eccentric, there were cavalry on the streets of mauchok, other kazha, i’ll take it, others,

kazha, i’ll take it, uh, car, car, miracle, miracle, weirdo, miracle, miracle, weirdo, there

the gentleman stood on the streets, tretsi. my dear sir, you don’t know the earth, the nature of the world is not. and the people,

the cranes are flying in the forest, as we are from the edge of this year, angry loved ones, the naked land, we are wandering all that we are for... we, just make fun of us, and celebrate the efforts of the expulsion, amree above us i , brodki radzimi, chygavich, we were busy with the spray. in the frames of the outlets

of the cassettes, it is possible to save the wings of the aperture of the spirit of the beloved, the edge of which is likely to be forgotten mint. on a cultural connection with everything, our beloved

country, the gomel region, and we are valuable we ask you for a musical voyage to palesia, and our true treasure, a shabby towel, will become a compass for this. the bright one began to play, and enveloped in warmth, the summer will be hot, oh, love confused, made my head spin in the long evenings, like a bird cherry, with white clusters, in the vines of friends. oh, free bird, what is there ahead, but once on a dream,

makes my head spin, but it's impossible, and you hung in the world to go, after the sun, the summer began to play with colors on a date, it bred in droves, on the endless fields, made my head spin, like in the evening in the garden with white ears storms, i am friends with you, here is a sick bird, what is there ahead, a fool makes her head spin, but without sleep, and you are covered. fly on the trail

of the sun, beats in the chest of a full bird, what is there ahead? deliberately not a smoky bird, makes my head spin, wait for sleep, and you are behind the spring ladies, after the sun, drinks in the chest, here is a sick bird, what is there ahead, folk not a shaker, makes my head spin, but sleep, and you are more confident to go, rushes with friends, at ease. you, what is there ahead, deliberately not a prichinca, makes my head spin, but without

sleepyhead, and you fly more boldly, after

the sun. my dear birch tree is cursing and stands, with a red heart, what can i say. when words sway in the soul, mr. god,