, like symon music sits down with the drevtsam and plays on the first dudars.e love the new land more, and i know that kolas himself, the music of simona, fell above the new land, where it seemed like it was right, right es , forest tavenavitaga chalavek, about the land of natives, the land of jumping, mily kuta maih zyadou, which is dearer to the gods of these bright shores, all the sad sunshine, and this music, was still growing here. the best childhood years of the belarusian poet’s life were spent here; the estate has been preserved for almost a century and a half. the original house survived two wars, several tenants, and only after the death of mikhail kazimirovich, the poet’s father, it became a family nest. oh, yes, how could we be without uncle antos, yakub kolos loved him very much. seem higher, the puddles are deeper, and the candies are sweeter, about summer at grandma’s in the village, when the trees , as they say, all roads lead where, of course, to the capital of our homeland, to the city of minsk, but my journey is not over yet, in this place on