we will see our country in a new light in the program view of belarus, watch these and other projects on the air of the belarus 24 tv channel . i am belarusian, i was born on this cossack land, where among the forests of the pushchay villages.

hell of a long time ago, i am belarus, i am proud that i have this name, and i know the good glory of belarus in the world for good reason, i am belarus, and i am happy that macimov gave me, because i feel my native songs from far away, i am white arus, and although this is too small, i will tell you that i will be born into a tribe of infidels. and i won’t laugh at water. a native of menka goes to the village to find out how it is better than the city, you are a real modern belarusian guslar, you have five children, yes, i was really drawn to nature, i just realized that nature is my priority in life and ... so in

general i gave up everything, i already missed this space in the city, i missed nature, you studied - lived and worked in moscow, then at one wonderful moment in your life you needed to return here to your historical homeland, to look after your grandmother, after that you rebuilt your parents' house into stable, now you are saving horses, why horses, because other animals also need help, to each his own, well , by and large... the horse has this disease from childhood, what can i say, the only thing that relaxed in me is something somewhere down there, everything that is here, the cheeks, in particular the entire speech apparatus, eyes, spine, everything for some reason tensed up, i am from the village, watch on the belarus 24 tv channel

. all these little overgrown aleshnikam kuscikami we give some kal byv cancer, called yana garadnyanka, and this raki was the torture of raki vyadomay gary. meat zhikhars tell us that on the getai rivers gandlyars, ganchars vazili sold their garshki, loaded. the linen boats of the shower and

the paradigians rowed even as far as the crayfish . well, that's all. what was the hell of dzed baradat's family, hell only spring, a few cement slaps, i remember from the roofs, dzed baradat, as all the meat roasters called yago, to the chalaveks, yes, i know the legend of the plowed hills of garadnaya. getae months are around here. tym, into adsyul paishla

veska garadnaya. some days ago, as father baradaty himself said, he lives as a father and has three sons. and the two first grazed the kala river, where it was possible to catch fish, and the lands were good for farming and meadows, the traditions of the hadzia, which went to the balots of vintage, which surrounded this garu, a small, sluggish river and a sandy river, dripping it into the earth, if you look at what kind of water it is, there is a lot of great clay, and very high rock clay. i remember on my fingers, pabachy, that i am sobbing for i will make dishes and do a lot of work on pottery and dishes. it’s not fun to get excited and say: “look at how i live.”

i looked at my brother and said: “well, you know what the praise is, garadna. adsyuli name came, garadna? all such a jumping legend is right... great shepherd from the master's school, and then from the army, returning to his native land and pasture in brest pedinstytut. i am the head of the belarusian language literature, i am an administrator at the garadzian secondary school , and all my life is going on... and the whole of may is the street where i live, the may day has passed, itsa fiaskova. the garadna has a lot of streets, and yana is the closest, the most gifted to me.

first of all, it’s not only the dyatscheny that has passed here, but also the youth and the old bastards, i ’ve been sleeping here for an hour. eight heta may... hut, which i publish at the 90th reptiles here, kali azhanіўsya, and then further heta hata maikh father, our street is familiar to you, like all streets, one might say, at the garadnaya, tym, that there were ganchars here, at the kozhnaya khatse there was a gancharny circle, at the khazna khatse family were engaged in gancharms, at the garadnaya, at my dear one. the weight of the ganchars has been occupied for five hundred years since 1448, first in memory of the garadnaya, and at this time the garadnians were engaged in only these basic types of employment, they were called so: , garshchai,

well, in other words, the roof is so high as if it were a mockery, but now we mean what is geta... the name is ganarovaya, because the ganchar of the word was created by the hell of the ganchar of the char, as far as i know, and the ganchar of the char is the geta of the one who, one might say, is the closest to god. there is no street here named after some famous people, the names are old, the most important thing is that the street was named after the nickname of the man who lives there, for example, the neighboring street is called kisyalev, where klimo lived... uskaya street, there is aselitsa street, well, aselitsa is geta vakolnaya street, so to speak, is aselitsa in ukraine. need to say that the watches were different from the development of our gantry, there were also hours

that brought glory to the people of garadan. nezdarma garadnaya was not just a village ; dześći ў 17 stagodzi yano patsvardzhali several times. and the garadians chalked out their coat of arms, it was revealed. well, in other words, this glorified us far beyond the borders of not only our region, but also all of belarus. it was a long time ago for garadnyants. for example, the patch is 20 hectares.

or myashchanami hell words myastechka garadnaya the myashchans and the garadnyans are hereby ganarazza and from now on, because the myashchans are not just ordinary peasants, but the myashchans. different periods of the development of the hancharship, but the garadians stood up, however, civilizations, as it seems, the development of the ancient thought of the whole roina imposed its attack on the employment of the garadians, the traditional market, as it seems ts, skarachasya, the old ganchars are living in another world, and the traditions are dying out, well, all these strains, boys... several hadzil our products, we came here to

dig up the clay, which was necessary for gancharnay is on the right. well, pershapatchatkova clay were built in the boundaries of the gardnaya, it was unsafe, the pits were in the village itself, so the master ganchars began to look for clay in the walls of the gardnaya, and all the details of the gardnaya... and then, when that ganchar took away the clay well, the slave's pot, there was a dzirka at the pot's pan, there, where

there were these cereals, so many alex’s sons and many ganchars, well, that’s what we’re going through this month, here and now the bastards we’re dripping clay, well, now i i’d like to show you what a jumping, like clay we have, so to speak, a kavalak of clay, bachytse, how thick it is, how it feels in your hand, yes, like butter, you can touch the heel, its roof is too small, and most of the dishes are called white clay, such clay as we have analogues below, very often apalvanny garshki from other places may have such brown-red-colored adzenak, and... our clay oh, that's crazy , when apalvanned, they are so pure white

that they are so clean, that’s why they call white clay dishes, well, once the first bucket has been dripped, we can take it to the furman, as our fathers used to do. we are going on expeditions in the depths of our country. ranak novaga daya vymagae vysilkaў for tago, kab skiravazza ў new padarozha. this will happen again and again in the past in the past pale lands. let's look at the history and meat abrasions. the church of st. mikalai, pabudavana in 1818 to the myastsov nobles with a shchytom. the temple was built on the mound. myastsov's palyashutskiy style had its own edging signs in 1876, when

a tent-roofed banquet was installed. we are trapping yes ўnіkalnaga prirodnaga ab'ekta, kalodzezha karalevitsa, vyadomaga yashche z 16 stagodzia. housewife, do you smell the state of vaduz bush coming to us? oh, cyper already a great holiday, we put a bush on a white platform, so that in our bush and in your yard there was more hanging and to breathe in old traditions. in belarus, it is also called because of its mountainous terrain, a city on seven hills.

friends, today i am building my route along the volozhin region. belarusian polesie, how much is contained in these words. a long history, original culture, real natural wealth and hospitable palishuks. for adventures, you will be left, right, carefully. yeah. a girl with an oar. oh, god, you're so cool. will you have an apple? yes, of course, it will be, it will be, oh, positive emotions, oh, this is a compass, show me, take the compass yourself,

i have this principle: everything that does not work is perfect, this is my forest. i am glad that i connected my forest with the ganchars, although i have already become a grown-up, because my father was a ganchar, a good ganchar, and i would have been a mentor, but dzyakuyuchy alimpiyadze dzmitryeina, leanavets, i show at the center of gancharry ў 2009 year and staў uchyts dzetak. clay molds, tsatsk whistles, and then i sit down to the pottery wheel, learn how to work as a slave, who, of course, look at the oldest masters, and masters of this craft, i know, i know that any creative person has been greedy, and clay is a magical creature. ts , and i’m not only clearing out

our emergencies traditional forms, but there is something new in the creature. on this day, i have been working at the centers of pottery since 2009, and since 2015 i have been working for the directors of the garadnyansky center of pottery. this adzina is the center of gancharry in belarus, i know this in ganarus. for more than an hour the literature began to be stolen, written above, all this is yashche mayo, one might say, at the same time the most galounne captured. high geta and abstaviny. we may have sailed more, but this yashche has revealed more of our magic arts, and this is our center of pottery, opened in 2003, cotton and chinese trades, and we are at the center of pottery, to teach the basics of gantry, here is an exhibition of the works of

our little future masters. basic work, of course, the ganchar vykonva on the ganchar cruze, eight years ago, there are 18 hundred years of us from afar, and yon daily the leather hat of garadenz, not just a day, but a ganchar, all day long, and every evening, at night , we work in ganchar circles, sit on the lava, and put our feet on the limp bottom stake, and untwist the circle.

but the future will be hot, this young hot, the pavinna metz is yashche and ўyаўlenne, like zhili ganchars, so we have a guarded yashche і branch of the stolensky region of the museum of the siadzib ganchar, i go to the house, emergency with yalyansky hut, and some zhy ganchars.

oh, daddy’s circle, the stove is just like it was, and it’s still standing, and this, and this is a parking lot for the kids little ones, home-made pens, oh, all the time, as far as i can remember, i rocked my little ones all the time, so my brothers and sisters, so it was a cradle, this, in which i was also raised in the same, i was born in this house, i am the daughter of the owner of the house. i wanted to visit here for a long time, well, somehow all the circumstances came together, that dima is on vacation, i am on vacation, my parents are completely free, yes, i remember something, how the pots were made, the general

interior, some faces somehow i remembered, although i was small, but it remained in my memory, she saved this house for us, olimpiada dmitrievna, let them bring to mogilev, here are the gorodnyansky pots, yes , i remember exactly these pots, my dad made, mademoiselle. in the garage, in the villages of other villages, there are

two whole churches. of course, the shredded tsvekka was published, the holy trinity, yana adnositstsa and 18-year-old, it is more than 300 years old, published from the social tree, without adzinaga pitiful color, only... drayly tsvykі zamatso i appreciate the memory of myself, at the 70th reptile, as a bachytse, the tsarva was covered with clapboard, covered with plaque, stainless steel, at the hellish gonta, which was covered and painted in a blue color, as the royal canons follow. yes, by the way, yes, in this tsarkve, i have lost my hopes, well, by the way, here... 2004. yes, until the hour of the stone castle , we were not there. yana was earlier, because

yana was pabudavana for about 20 years. ale ў bastards vyalikay ichynna war, here the front line is gone. perad svyatomikalayevskaya tsarvoy tsaglyana was a school. and all of this school had a german garrison. savetsky troops... 1944 godze called the guard, they were on the offensive, and the tsarka, as the highest happiness was good, was a good tank a few kilometers away from the guard, and the artillery of the savetskaya was great in the weight of the fire on the german garrison, the germans i guessed that the ruler of the tsarva, which is 33 m high and they tore up the tsarka and only here... at the beginning of the 2000s, the tsarka was adbudavan, and there were others, one might say, all the time, all the time worlds, and at the same time

this adzin from the wildest royal events in our area, and perhaps in palessia. na getim for a few months there was a veska, migrants from distant ukraine, from galicia, veska were grazed here. a simple frame softened on the clay, the meat fryers began to work, only to work out the traps, because the gardeners couldn’t do it, and this was not their tradition, the last minute, there were only empty ladies, at once on getym months kar'er, dze zdabyvala the clay, i think it was created, because the technology that was working here, began to melt on the roof of the distance at the side of the former tsagelnag. like a fish,

they are weak, weak, weak, and they feed without fail and don’t catch anything, there are two of these, well, the lump here is not flaccid, it’s true, here’s the knee like this, but what do you want, a flaccid fish on a lump of sand, well, at least one small fish, like, oh, like our city catch, there is more. there is more, but on this day , the lake is overgrown, but in the last year there was no such getag for many years, it was unknown and the huts, then before it was hidden, everything was in the palm of your hand, the plowed water of the lake is velm tsikavae, below the legend , which i convey from the baking room to the baking room, tell me what’s here nekali melted limp...