we didn't see the time. nostalgia about childhood did not leave me alone and so we decided to look for a suitable house to translate it and recreate that life of that particular childhood of mine and we found such a house son went looked and transported the log. i figured it out myself, that house. then he collected it. and in the end it turned out that we needed a house, but anyway, the compound of that time and childhood had not yet been seen, and quietly decided again that we still needed a barn and the people suggested the son went and looked. and here he is a little bastard. again, he took up his work. and so our dream came true, i certainly embodied

my children. low bows that they supported me with it and put their soul into all this. in this shed there are items of ancient household items collected from all over belarus in the brest region. that's for sure. here on the front. they made this roof, tied bundles and laid one on top of the other and started from below. and this is how they covered the roof. this is a harness for the hair matched the hair such a cart. there are many exhibits here,

who, well, they simply don’t remember why they and we didn’t know, why, when they brought the son of people, and now they told many, why it’s for something, and the youth, all the more, don’t know, now he has time generation is interested in very interesting, of course. i invited, uh, the older group of the kindergarten, which is in the name day passed and, as it were, just a little time parents together with the children. schoolchildren came to me here on an excursion. here was a boy who came for the third time. and i say oh god, i recognized you, that you are like that, he says, if they still go, i will come again. i like you so much. over time, we had a

master's farm, the compound was the first we had a goat anfisa, we bought it as a small kid and raised it. here we have it, probably about four years old , my granddaughters and granddaughter have already grown up. he often comes with some water, they carry it to the pasture to water the goats and feed something tasty to their grandmother, take it and bring it to them. feed your mom, right? feed? and there are mothers choli two goats, her girls here we have a goat his name is prince. he is very cute, he has a beautiful bang. but it happens when you feed him, he is good, yes, and as soon as he stopped serving treats

to him. he loves his fence with his horns, so that only he would have attention and stand next to him, we will move away, he will immediately disperse stands in god at the gate. gradually, it was necessary to revive this yard ; economy. and now we, as real residents of the village, and in such an old compound, now we can only rejoice and please people with all this.

we suggest you go on a full-fledged tour of our country. st. sophia cathedral, the symbol of faith of power and independence, was built in the 11th century by the great polish prince, vseslav charodey. this is the first stone church on the territory of belarus to get acquainted with the best guides. his even our famous baseball club took the name of the logic wolves and he probably helps them, because they achieved great success to see the unique nature. find time to take a walk, therefore, in an old park. exotic trees still grow here, planted at the time of the aristocrats in kuznetsk and visit the most unusual

castles-estates. and now i will ask the operator to show us the opposite bank of the dnieper, this catholic church of st. joseph the betrothed was built on the site of a dominican church at the beginning of the 19th century. travel with us to belarus 24 toilet paper. it's the same as you, it's the same bandit driving, well, you can't. we have agreed. i remind you that i please you with my presence only until the evening. then i go to the police. come out to the gazebo, you will receive all the instructions to deceive. yes is it possible to take it? you are the main exception formed. tv series

abduction of eva this weekend on belarus 24 tv channel i have a lot of national clothes sewn, it is made of canvas, and the ornament and fragments of these, which are on the blouse are real, these are fragments from old clothes, worn out and i cut them out on a new fabric . and so i made myself such a blouse i sewed a blouse from canvas for a dress in which

i go to the farm and work in it. here's another, so, so to speak, i inherited such a dress, embroidered such dresses, which means that the girls dressed when they got married to me just like this kostya we dresses clothes of that time are very close this reminder of my childhood my sister also got married in such a dress with the highest there. but now this apron is very dear to me, but it was a towel. i made myself here is such an apron for my soul. in this chest i have since times, here are threads woven from canvas. these tablecloths are many and varied. they are also crocheted with a single thread, decorated

very beautifully. they didn’t see the younger generation and didn’t know something when you show it, everyone is so surprised, they say, we know that at that time people were completely illiterate. and what masterpieces they made, how they wove to take this izdyvinsky skirt. look at this pattern here, when our dream began to come true, and we already saw the end result of our work was it is already clear to me that i know absolutely nothing in this village, since i was not born here, and somehow i thought about everything. yeah and so i baranskaya tatyana nikolaevna, this is our rural librarian, and she got me so much information, i copied it for myself and i know, at least the first mentions, the name day village, that means.

the candle is 519 years old, and in 2019 it was 500 years old in the village. i have here. uh, so to speak, grandmother feodosia afanasyevna’s girlfriends, she is 91 years old this year, and she is very much told about the village. now excursions. now the children come from the pioneer camp and ask questions and should know something. and now, a free minute somewhere before going to bed, i take out my manuscripts and, while reading, i also designed everything in the belarusian style by hand. and now i wrote the story of the carriage of the name. i really like the village, it is full of greenery, very pleasant people, friendly

and hardworking. the history of the name-day village is very rich, and they will tell you in more detail and the leaders of the local history museum, birthday girl valentina vasilievna hello valentina vasilievna yes, our museum has collected a lot of material in the history of the village, children are happy to talk about it on excursions and i can say that i know. just a kilometer from kobrin, our history begins, the village of name days. the first mention was of the village in 1519. e, the letter signed by sigismund was the first to be part of the grand duchy of lithuania; the last pan of these lands was the northern mei land, which also belonged to the kobrin monastery.

there is an opinion that the name of the village of the name came from the surname of pan severin of new amey, who lived in this estate , many beautiful flowers grew here, a birch grove, a linden alley of ornamental plants, which the villagers came to admire. they often saw residents walking in the garden across the poneca field under white umbrellas trimmed with lace, wearing white gloves and high-heeled shoes. it is very interesting in 1901 they built a red brick building, which still exists today. here, uh, is children's wellness center pearl. on the territory of the former manor of new ameyskoe there is up to mercy. the lake is also very nicely equipped. this is very beautiful. instead of both winter and summer, between the

village of dubovoye, the name of the strig was the first airfield, here are the minutes of the war, boris nikolaevich surin , who led the 123rd air regiment, was at this airfield when the order came to take the battle he was one of the first to take off. he personally shot down three e, his plane was shot down. he was mortally wounded and fell into the swamp outside the name day village. so far since his plane has not been found on the building of our school there is a memorial plaque dedicated to boris nikolaevich surin and in the city of kobrin there is a street that also has the name of the aviation regiment pilot, 123. there are many young specialists in the village beautiful houses in the school there are many children, and in general a very beautiful place very good friendly helpful

people. live here. the name day village is a modern beautiful one. a village near the city the graduates of our school crossed the threshold. after studying, many come back to our village many students who, uh, got a profession come back to our village, work on the farm, build their families and build houses and continue their life path. so, as i was born in the woods and quite in the very present in the center, one can say, and these swamps and vegetation and rivers and that’s all, when we chose this territory. i still found my childhood home here. i saw these hardworking people, well-groomed yards. grandmother, old, she has flowers named after the flowers of her childhood

kosmeya cornflower chamomile in the front gardens and me it is so expensive, and i fell in love with this village as my own. we often get together with our family. granddaughter. the grandson has grown up. as soon as they come to me what are we going to cook? what will you eat? children? she is the grandmother of pancakes, can you? and i, and cheesecakes can be. yes, of course, evelynka? come on, take the milk, pour it. just enough more eggs in there. then

let's add glinka sugar to the soda. and you stir a pinch of salt, this is a mixer for the grandmother of the found childhood. you still my mother told you did. here's a knotty twig parents took and cut out and there was a beater. they took it in their hands, lowered it into a makitra, and twisted it like that and beat it. two forks are very convenient to knock down. as a mixer, you put your mixer on a plate and pour flour. in this house we cook in an old peasant house in such a house. i grew up pregnant

, i was the youngest child in the family, and in the family we had five children when i was cooking. mom she told me just like i shake a spoon in my hands immediately deprive a whisk of such a twist. i think our dough is ready. oh granddaughter, come on, i i'll take a look. i'll add some more flour to you and beat it, good. grandmother always adds vanillin to pancakes so that the smell is sweet and the pancakes turn out sweeter. take the cottage cheese, pour it out, you will deal with the cheesecake, and i will go to fry the pancakes and then fry the cheesecakes. previously, people said to bake pancakes if in the oven, but they fried them on the stove. that's

probably our pancake and grandmother is ready, see the dough for cheesecakes is ready. oh thank you granddaughter. oh, just in time for measure i will put a frying pan, everything is beautiful ruddy, round, like the suns. what do you have are we still here? abundance here are the outfits in which we now wear them all the time from time to time . we want to like it and evelina's friends come and change clothes. i sat down at the end and began not only to remember when they sat down at the table. children on both sides of the bench sat down, and the father sat down . hmm, in the corner where the red corner is. and mommy here at

this place, where i always sat down closer to the stove to stand somewhere to give something to the children. to health. and this is my favorite place, the most delicious. memories of childhood are the most sweet. we have a mother komore kept jam, meat sausage, what kind of flour was it? and in the closet there were barrels in a chest of jam, the stove went out a little. e, in the chamber, so that the temperature would be kept, so that the jars would not freeze, so that the flour would not freeze, and, of course, i really wanted to run in here to run a pancake to fry, my mother went there for jam. and i

also made this meat according to an old recipe. in our country it was called baguk, in other areas it was called the sorcerer in some places. the stone is a secret in it and the boar was killed in winter. once a year. and the best pieces of meat were cut into large pieces of service, uh, salt, pepper and bay leaf, and it stood for three days, the juice came out and it remained clean from there. this spicy one hung winter in the attic, spring hung everywhere, and when the time came, the synakosa was cut off to break. and now the food was poured into a bottle of milk with a newspaper for plugging and then there was dinner. i have such

an unusual chest.