this is my home, i was born here and grew up here, my children and

the eldest grandson used to go on vacation here in the summer, there was a noisy house, a lot of people gathered. it was always fun, our surname is karpinchik, but in the village we are called a bikovy garage, and it’s called a wild mountain, and now we don’t deviate from tradition. we are going and still on this wild august sunday. we gather from all over belarus wherever a person is, no matter how

old he is, especially in old age he is drawn to where to breathe fresh in his small homeland air. i already live in a different place. but when i come here it seems that the air is completely different, i breathe differently when i come. i breathe in this air, it betrays some kind of strength, some childhood memories. well, somehow you even make her healthier. and here we are going here in large companies. last year there were 150 people and you can imagine that somehow without thinking they came, well, 82 years old, the oldest man, the smallest husband, and there was not even a year about great-grandchildren. and here is the situation, the

chairmen and the village council came, there and the sec, uh, solemn uh, there are a lot of people, but the harvesting season. i'm standing near the microphone, the harvester is going. everyone says the harvester is moving. i say, yes, we saw the field sown, the estate is well-groomed, it is necessary to clean it up, and now we all remember our youth and let's go harvest the grain. i'm busy standing near the microphone, everyone is talking. it's you on purpose. no, not on purpose. that's how it happened. many children have not even seen. hey combine. everyone went to take pictures. and so, i held the event and removed the grain, and so everything turned out in one day. and here we have such a tradition in our family with my mother hand that we always met on big

holidays. we had a big holiday. so we're going to our parents' home. there was a large table, covered, like a gazebo in the corner, my father always sat at the head. and we were already sitting and singing songs side by side, and in each family we have our own song. my grandfather went to war, served in the tsarist army, and his humorist had a favorite song in general, was chervonnaya vyshnya. spot roots came out. don't give up. we are not mothers unusually. i always wanted to cry under it, for some reason we have a song. snow-white cherry blossomed under the window

the big lilac has always been here and cherry was singing it was my father. my mom is also good very body. she sang in the church choir another brother her song is like this. you eat your pants very much, in general the mowing is very large, then someone’s girls let down their braids, the braids are also such a soulful song, probably songs used to be composed from the heart. dear places, beloved paths of the road, how many memories remain and remain here, and childhood is remembered every day, such moments are remembered that took place in the village. and here we are always

the children were waiting for spring, when the winter ends, the snow will go away, and our parents will go to the fields, drive out the cows. they say that two of them eat yuri, one is hungry and the other is cold. here on this hungry yuri they always drove out into my cows, and you drove and took food with you. well, it probably was . believe that there should be a lot of grass. so there is grass, there is milk, and always sat on the fields, where did you drive the box? from packets of fat. bread, and gorbushka always almost garlic-smeared milk boiled eggs, and we

were waiting for this day, because to such an extent tasty, everything then on the field. and so they laid out this food, ate it, it was so delicious, fragrant with clean air. and this is from childhood, this smell, this food. this crust is smeared with garlic. she is still remembered, and you dip the bread in water and sprinkle with sugar. it was that kind of food. such yummy. this is how we lived. i was born in the village of elinova, where i grew up and finished. there were four classes before the village, but there were big trees, there were clubs and libraries and schools up to the fourth grade. then she moved to

school, between the forest, i graduated from school, got married, and between the forest, and i stayed, i graduated from the mogilev library college and worked for 37 years between the rural forest, the library retired, i worked, and in retirement i raised two sons, i have grandchildren , there are four daughters-in-law. this is a village, between the foxes , the very name of the village between the forest, he says, is already self-explanatory. it is located among the forests. there is clean air lesnoy here, but our village also has the second name levkovichi. here there is such a legend we had

good plan. he had many employees. he decided to give his nagils to these farmhands, and so he distributed allotments there with us, both suits and matveyevichs, but his son was a lion, and he was not far from him. i gave him a piece of land, he also recruited his own workers and it turned out to be a large estate. and it was called. well, wherever i go, it’s not cool, but the nulevka people live there like that, and it went like that. lyovkachi time has passed. now we have already become an agro-town between the forest.

this is the holy trinity church, where residents come between the lesya cross villages on worship, but it has a very long history in the seventeenth century, backgrounds lived, profits and they made their own, there is a gusov tract, a peacock fence. and this is the only peacock tract on which this church has been preserved, but at first it was a catholic church where they were buried. all uh, relatives of the family, profits, and there is the crypt, we found out. this was when it was being restored, because it was transferred to orthodoxy in the 19th century, then it was

destroyed. and when, in 1991, thanks to our believers, our sponsor, chairman money was collected from the collective farm, and it was being restored, then they discovered that there is a crypt. it is still located in the basement in this our village comes to life, young families appear in 2018. our village council took second place in terms of landscaping and in order for people and young women with children to take a walk to relax. the decision for that money to equip and cultivate the park, which even i planted when i went to school,

thanks to the executive committee and the board of our farm. a children's complex was bought. every village has its masters. they have them in our village they used to be engaged in craftsmanship and now they made violins in our village, the windmill was a forge, there was a master in wood of galaburda. nikolai kondratievich in this house lived a man who made a whisper bird, a charm, the technology of which is included in the list of intangible cultural values ​​of the republic of belarus bird amulet. she always hung over the carriage of small children. this is a type of amulet against all evil spirits so that the child is healthy and

during the war nikolai kondratievich did these birds and for children. for families where there were children, they fed him this, so he survived. by nature, i started. yes, as they say, the soul of the company, and i don’t want to sit at home, i probably got it from my parents. my mother is like that. she loved to sing. i also love to sing. i participated in amateur performances. i hosted evenings, i hosted corporate parties. i have gathered such caring people near me even now. there is such a proverb among the people, old age is not age. it's no potion, people are retiring, who's still at work? who

engaged in gardening 5 years ago we got the opportunity to gather for people of different ages with different interests. my pensioners, girls show themselves who embroider, then knit in the first place, when i came here to work. uh, asked people what they want to see in this social point. they immediately said that far from the church and collected money, bought icons and made a room for worship for my woman, they decided to decorate her with a candlestick, they restored it, and they brought their embroidered handbrakes to decorate the icons. we sew on machines, we master embroidery exhibition machine do the work of my women. how much work they do at home is beyond retelling. we

have a club interlocutor we take part with our club in big events. students come to us between the fishing line of the secondary school and we hold master classes in embroidery and knitting and even the rituals that we used to take place before. we show them how they used to do weddings, how they used to go caroling. this is all we pass on to our younger generation. good, what have you come here today? we have some rest at least rested and such a rest. yes, well done inside, we need to discuss such issues that i will try to go. the team is gathering together here

, as always, the concert comes with songs from the girls. yes, between the lines. here, yes, we ourselves will sing a little, we can sing the handbrake. oh, she is you strong men, to whom o what beauty boring talents were opened? yes, i am the oldest in this team, 85 years old lena we have the most important leader helps us, what we need, damn it, we are not only going here. we travel to others and villages, that live in other villages. we meet there and show our work to the exhibition. if there was no lena, then we

did not have this team and this subhouse did not exist. all this is not my merit. you would have been sitting at home nobles were busy watching tv. well, occasionally computers in some kind of crossword puzzle, in short, life is boring and uninteresting. some mistakenly realize that retired is gone and life is over in the city, of course more opportunities for people to have fun. and here we are thanks to our social center. at we now have a place where we can gather at any time. in the village my village look at you. you are in a light handkerchief and he is with you a cloud of freckles in black. when i

told my children that i was offered a job in the library next door. but they offered a job 6 km away, to go there. it was mom, what are you? yes, why am i talking, but i will try, but ride 6 km back and forth by bike in the summer. but this movement is life. they even the children saw that somehow i began to sigh less. somehow, it may have been pulled. well, i felt that this is mine i love it. i like it, and somehow it doesn't bother me. and i think that i also bring people, joy, here i am. so i

'll go and sit. i went voice. i went in right away , i can hear if i'm here on the territory of my own street. we already missed looking out. children propolosho happened. i 'm getting sick. hello maria antonovna hello , good morning. everything is heard. lena woke up and went outside. well, that's the kind of person i am. well, every housewife has her own recipes. and if it turns out, delicious, so you want with someone and share our raisa konstantinovna she grows tomatoes. well, different tomatoes can be

made from tomatoes in just a lot, but sun-dried tomatoes do. well, today we are visiting her, and she tells us how she does it, please. this recipe was suggested to me in grodno by my customers, because i grow a lot of tomatoes and take them to the market, they sell them all the time, and they all come and buy. i think why do you need so many tomatoes, they say, dried. how did you wilt them? they told me something , then i also looked. and on youtube turns out there are italians, of course, the sun knits tomatoes. we have such an opportunity. no, they greased it, we take it like that , tomatoes, i need a tomato that i have

clean. well, such strong fleshy, tomato me, for example, a variety. here is the fifth tomato. i align them, i knit them, take them cut in half. and fold neatly fold one to one so now. i’ll put it on a baking sheet and then we’ll add a little salt, and i’ll help her layer and learn and pepper paradise here, and i’m a kiya variety, you also have tomatoes. i'm just growing a riddle. this is the grade warmer. i grow in a greenhouse. but for an open pear, this is the best variety. basically. i need this most you do not process at all and that's it. well, after disembarking, if anything, you can process it once more, when they

are accepted, and that's it. here we put a whole baking sheet, put it, the tomatoes are neatly one to one, so we take the salt. here they salted it so neatly salted it, and you just see everything by eye, everything by eye and sugar and that's it, then it turns out tastier. uh-huh and pepper a little on the most minimal fire and the main thing is that the baby should be open in the oven, because when you close it for me there, otherwise they dry up like that, i look into the oven. i look at my grandfather, who already needs to remove a smaller tomato, and so at the end, then i took everything out, took it off, then i take a clean , sterilized half-liter jar, pour provencal herbs, garlic, cut and put dried tomatoes laid. well, like

this, for example, well, i again imposed a layer of traffic and so to the top and i fill it completely with sunflower oil. and under the cover in general for two or three days. they can stand on top table, then under the lid in the refrigerator. they are stored. i can even close last year’s one and the next day it’s not necessary to close it right away. that very day, because if we need it after meat, closing a half-liter jar. no, it's just me tomato. it is she who goes somewhere 2 km, but it is not enough, because you are ramming. and here's how much it turns out against me. how many kilos do you put in there? on a large baking sheet, which is for gas, then this is the same 2 kg of tomato, and this will pour into the jar. it will not even be enough because you trample them. like these ones it turns out tomatoes with garlic with provence herbs and sunflower oil are excellent for storage, for example, in the morning i

wanted a sandwich for meat. well, or let's say, then the butter rises, pauline bakes potatoes with this butter incomparably. i love my village very much. i love it very much. i am proud of this village. it becomes more and more beautiful every year when we spend a holiday in the village. and now we have to choose the best house, the best compound we go, and i’m better not glad that not only young people, but also people who are trying to keep aged plants flowers in the order of his yard. our village lives look, what a beautiful street, all well-groomed yards,

beautiful fences and people working on the farm. and our farm is one of the best in the area, here we have a new farm, where people get good money and work, ours lives, the village lives on what is redeemed at home in us, and this year a man came to us even from germany who bought the house will equip it and will live ours between the forest. many people who are not local visitors, but somehow they here they get used, they grow together with us. they become like us, we have forgotten that they came from somewhere and consider themselves local. eh, they tried it there, well, in a year, two-three-five. and if already 10 they consider it to be indigenous, like the

indigenous people, if he lives with us, then he has found a woman. in our village there is the youngest street, where one youth lives, polevaya street. i am sure that our village will flourish, new streets will appear, new young families will appear and our village will live.

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