the straw sculpture of elena dmitrievna is undoubtedly a source of pride for the entire krupsky districtnstantly in full swing. the craftsmen are doing everything possible to ensure that the unique heritage of folk art does not disappear, and that the craft is passed on to descendants. well, the wings and arms are in place, all that’s left is the final touch to trim the dresses. what will we do now? so. that's all, everything , in my opinion, is very good, well, what can i say, the process is labor-intensive, but fascinating, i really liked it, elena dmitrievna, thank you very much, come again, be sure, with a great mood and souvenirs, let's move on, confidently, in the krupsky district there is still a lot of interesting things waiting for me , we will make the next stop in the city village... kholopenich, once in this village there was a large church with two domes and a belfry with seven bells, but after the second world war the temple was closed gradually began to collapse. you can look at the ruins of an orthodox church built in the mid-19th century on the main street of the urban v

well, what can i say, the process is labor-intensive, but fascinating, i really liked it, elena dmitrievnaain, be sure, with a great mood and souvenirs, we’ll move on, i’m sure there’s something waiting for me in the krupsky district there are many more interesting things to see, our next stop will be in the urban village of kholopeniche, which was once located in this village. you can look at the ruins of an orthodox church built in the mid-19th century on the main street of the urban village. the church has the shape of an elongated cross until 1944, but the war made its own adjustments and due to strong... it was decided to mothball the building, in the late nineties a new wooden church was built next door, where today they hold services. adam bogdanovich, maxim bogdanovich’s father, wrote a lot about kholopennichi and family trips to the local church. he even wrote a book of stories about the village, which, unfortunately, was never published, but it was on... adam bogdanovich was born in kholopenichy and the residents of the village decided to perpetuate the memory of their famous cou

straw sculptures by elena dmitrievna are undoubtedly a source of pride for the entire krupsky districte are constantly in full swing work, the craftsmen are doing everything possible to ensure that the unique heritage of folk art does not disappear, and that the craft is passed on to us. a remedy for descendants, well , the wings, the arms are in place, the final touch remains to trim the dresses, which we will do now, so that’s all, everything, in my opinion, is very good, well, what can i say, the process is labor-intensive, but fascinating, for me i really liked it, elena dmitrievna, thank you very much, come again, be sure, in a great mood. our next stop will be in the city the village of kholopeniche. once upon a time in this village there was a large church with two domes and a belfry with seven bells. but after the second world war the temple was closed and gradually began to collapse. the temple , built in the mid-19th century, is located on the main street of the urban village. the church has the shape of an elongated cross until 1944, but the war made its own adjustments and

elena dmitrievna from the rostov region, we are waiting for all fans of nadezhda kadyshevo screen, widehat we pass on through the long unloved nights with the unloved. the river is wide, the river is deep, you can’t swim from that bank, low clouds hide the moon’s light, i wish i could fly, but i have no wings, in the damp forest, an evil fire is boiling, worse than night, he stands by the fire, he’s looking for something there all the docks, that horse would push our shores, climbed into house. more called, here it is love, repentant, i am the gate, we, the nights are long, there is an unloved one, an unloved world, it knocked, it is uninvited, here it is love, attention, my childhood passed here. well, let's see how you live, unfortunately, i come to my homeland only twice a year. hello, my grandparents live here, what were you waiting for? of course, of course, i waited, my dear, you’re not cold! no, everything is fine, well, let's undress, now we'll feed you, okay, i put on some makeup, so let's peel the onion, as they say, daddy feeds everyone, denmark and i keep in touch all the ti