the village of borki , kirov region, rose from the ashes, it was left behind by punitive forces. having destroyed more than 2 thousand villagers in one dawn, that’s 12 kills at the same time. about 40 members of our family died on that fateful day of june 15 forty-second year. in fact , an entire generation was destroyed 200 years in advance. for 22 years only the cross spoke of the tragedy; in 1964 a new monument appeared: a warrior and girls’ heads in memory of the victims of the village. as you remember, so you want to forget , well, don’t fall, there were a lot of glad magicians, they had a lot of 10 days, so they had a lot of money, so they had a hole in their hole, they threw a grenade there, soot burning alla, 1758. of them 950 children , a thousand punishers killed everyone in a couple of hours, only in 1958 on a plaster knee, here... a warrior who stood guard over memory for 62 years ale, now at the most numerous mass grave in the svetlogorsk region, there are 3,000 red army soldiers here, volunteer care is voluntary. we do this with a pure soul and love, because we understand

borki, vybrody, glushets, zalesye, kletnaya, radec, 13 people, chatel, 38 people.e day alone , more than 3.00 civilians were killed in pinsk . in the first months of the war, the nazis, according to the developed plans for clearing the occupied territories, began to use. their path to their own happiness is incredibly interesting and complex in its own way. seeing the response of modern people to those holidays, which i and my students conduct, it resonates with everyone. the language of joy, the language of smile, the language of laughter is understood by all peoples of the earth. sometimes i feel like santa claus, because , probably, every belarusian christmas tree already has products for... let's go on a trip to belarus, katya, very nice, katya very nice, katya, here, in this area there will be trenches, ditches, mountains , forests and other features of landscape design, you are restoring a truly authentic once residential farm, and the motives that led to life in the village, completely different, i was so overdone that you could hang me from a christmas tree

, what kind of hills, hills, anastasia, hills, house five, hills, i say, borki, house five, house fiveverything's fine, we're done, we 're going very fast, anastasia, you have 2 hours, you're screwed , remember there, yes, i remember, amateurs, okay, that's it anyway, everything is nearby, open the window, get some air, come on. dammy big, can't ladies, he is born to me, i really need you, i really need you, i need you, i need you, look, the muses are flowing out of you, you are my mile, my age, and loved mana tova iha. ask pavlako to give you white dreams. mayala, nestled, kulla, astala. gagarin forever, today on the first, new year's weather, there is a belief that for some reason red cats are the most chaotic, i come to you everywhere. and you have little interest in me, they brought him to me as a chick, he couldn’t fly, he couldn’t eat, over time he became such a master in our house, i don’t know what... what’s wrong with this damn corner, what should you do with this dog, tell me, why didn’t you wrap it around it? we, apparently, just waited a very long time, looking for a reason

instantly: through a few hours, as was the case in khatyn, at most a day or two, as was the case in the borki version of the valais tragedy is the rapid advance of the red army, which means that the germans could not keep a large number of people on the front line of defense, the death camp was not yet ready, so the third reich decided to liquidate the gathering. the story is that a woman had two girls, well , they are small, one may be 5-6 years old, the other may be seven or eight years old, one after another, and a grandmother, a neighbor, was walking nearby, she told this grandmother she says, you look after my children, and i will return home, and she approached the most ardent fascist and said: i will go. to my house and there i will burn with him, i laughed, doused it with gasoline, threw a match with fire, yana like a torch, went to my house, on the outskirts of the village behind the houses there was a large collective farm barn, it became a mass grave for most people, they were driven here old people, women and children, many were in light clothing and barefoot, during... at his com