this brick, if you find it and take a selfie, but leave it in place well done, right lena that you brought from the speech. paris had a lot of factories, it was a cloth sugar distillery, all this belonged to a rich noble family, and from the kirmuts, but unfortunately, almost everything was lost, the sugar factory remained. it is no longer used for its intended purpose, but nevertheless, it is beautiful from the point of view of architecture and linings use it. there are very large fields of apple trees. damn, yes, there, really huge, very large and very gloomy. well, to be honest, it's not very comfortable to be there, considering. what was his purpose, so i linger. there hmm dared me. it was a rock, paper, scissors project. she meets in advance does not know where fate will throw them, maybe to america in bali or paris will decide everything, this game is stone, paper, scissors, for now.

in the forest of uranishne, the sun, quietly, sneaks, so breathless, even if not from rest. this judgment that the alignments have brought the remainder. millevich this is the place, yes, it's called.

mushrooms berries going to these, mitino once upon a time there was a field here, and here our ancestors

plowed, so they lived, and here there is an oak almost this oak is already 500 years old. and they told me stories like this. here, without standing, and i can no longer see you. his bear lived for a week and died and said goodbye. here with this oak, living with this

oak. that's all the person used to be worshiped, namely the arc of the door by storks. this is several generations, here are 16, people did not come to the garden to plow it more quietly. here every mouth said goodbye to this oak. well, it's like that too. i would yes, i'm a man of thought. that's what living is human bright questions go away, your soul does not die. she always rested on the transition

to other states. in our living it passes grandchildren to great-grandchildren. here is this food, like humanity in these drawings i showed a cat uh, the younger generation says goodbye to this anton there. i showed this drawing so that it comes here and plants a tree. i would continue these injections so that this life goes on. here and there the first drawing there is the storks of the soul, it 's me and back that fly. here they are on the table. every person has something

in the life of some kind of destiny, to which he had to be guilty to achieve something. as a child, i remember there was no tv. i only have a radio and what not everyone had. i love to listen and you are staging. i didn’t miss a single film, so that there was no violence chicken eggs in the cinema, they wore them . god stumbled on us so that the window could not bang me all the time i wanted to get into the cinema. and so, it was my school like this. and so i remember looking at

the film by the surikov artists, and so i came across this 500 and already i went home. with what to draw here and there were no pencils, then yes there was nothing, only naked. so i remember the lips were painted, well, that's it, go, that was all i had it in the drawings. that's from this we proceed from foreign artists, as this does not begin. i so wanted to chat the artist perfectly.

and so i continued to engage in this work , drawing, when i came back from the army, graduated from the library of mogilevsky, and that was already my profession and continued to work in culture. library, books began to engage in sculpture sculpture for a long time i was engaged. i i remember, even if i was eight years old at sea, then i was stalin with bricks, then i applied, otherwise we had a tree to initially go to look at this tree. i run in every tree.

i didn’t know my people with an ax on these plants at that time. associated with the village of therapists, and the therapists said that they wiped these bushes and salted people. here we are all replicas. our village of terebchikov does not have its own traditions, which i and in my works reflect us.

joseph was in ours the same man his name was. is lifan a fanya phone? yes, the clerk scored the glass, and that's it, the paradoh was purely divided. i would give characteristics in the mountain family. i am

speaking in the local dialectal sea. and so, for example, he gave the clan a club a club from this village, prissy. here the bald man did not know how, and now the lads live up to thirty years in advance. literally everyone is bald, that's why. we all muzzle their nature firmly. well, he gave the archer a dance, a miracle, and the litters of the poles radivily call in, uh, they come from these sagittarius educated. even our village is a terebrichiy from the genus sagittarius i here is from the father’s family, and according to materskoshevsky , among these, our pedigree is like a culture of black maroon ha oak of this double and miracles to him for a millennium. and so i got them and

made such sculptures of my grandfather, fucked in power. this is a symbol. there's a boy down there. girls. this is how the continuation of the family is shown, because grandfather it was a mouth and a woman. yes, this is how these clans and zara plus have been in our entire village of terebtsy since ancient times, man has always been connected with nature, because nature is often. ah, the human soul. and so everyone started to us, especially always worshiped trees. here and there, and this is a cudgel, which is almost made of oak. this is also 1.000 years old on lying in

the water in the river. they got it from us and there, in general, the skull was orthodox in the world. it was all. this is the story of our sorcery. our i georgia is nearby. here it is in the center. in each slot, even their traditions were i former and my conversation i was here in such a return line. yes, his name was frost, i remember him when all the countries were already sitting at the table. and so mishka was for grandfathers. and now mother and grandmother flies there, they called frost frost

frosts. there is dikutia. and so we hear. here the curtain was already there, something creaked. it is already coming and the frost has been requested. in these works i show the past and present of our polishchuks and is also connected with these rituals. here, these three birds are shown here so that i, as it were, fall from the elevation of a person of morality. he is the spirituality of the culture. here is a man, here is a dihtip from two works of their christening, the returnees are also in a pot of porridge up there, almost in this monster. those hugged the ground, there is no longer porridge from the pot. here

and robots. there is. here they come out. ours are also shown. here a stork flies over there. well and so and all here these works everyone tells. i read a lot. i started dreaming. all this accumulated accumulated, and i had to pass it on. how to save it that's it. well i started painting for other generations for the new waterings that will be born. well, in our museum and in the center, there are raked sculptures of the collected

household items of our polishchuks. here is the washing machine assembled. even now the refrigerator freezers are hanging in the drugstore refrigerator freezers are fun on rice. scarlet fish were kept there. well, in our museum rarely such exhibits have been preserved. i call them flat-footed wedges; they walked not only in the snow, but also in the swamp. here under these kalman swamps, but a lot of material, fucking, here confirming the inhabitants. that's because there are documents 1.700 euros after all. the

bridge river flowed along the village of terebichi and fell into the river there. she poured out the birds sang beautifully , so apart from my childhood. this place is called burchak. this is where the water boiled, only here we bathed them. in childhood, 20 to 30 to 50 times swam on these wings.

people regret that they were driving this great one ; near oaks oaks this boat is modern. here they were such hats. they even fiddled around tied up horses to plow somewhere, right here and their land was on

these oaks, and the horses were small. there are such monulers. these are the areas associated with the stolypin reform. before, the land was dried up. here they sold to people with our fishermen. so even now they told me that when they hired dig you channels. here they gave a person,

if he lived in funchal, he was taken to dig these canals. here, even our silver ones remained such people got married. here the man was a cossack, such a healthy, wide, his shoulders were a meter. when was the invasion of the tatars? this is the place here i have to teach everything what is called the horse road. it has long been overgrown with forest overgrown everything. and for years on these dreams, even a horseshoe of horses from these mongolians was found. these are horses. so this is a rare breed. in my own way i perceive or from that's all

the universe, who are we in this world so small. if you think about it all. humanity for a long time, for example , if she has already matured me, it means that i have already invented half. then i find a tree and again move away from my idea of ​​yours. you can do it so that the tree itself tells me that

i will continue to work without anything. here is my own way, each one will get tired of strength and man. even a tree comes up and hugs him. he was gaining strength as a man, when a man dies, he also puts a tree for him.

here is my mother, when she was dying, yes, sons of you i will die so that you are derzhavin's memory to me. so i walked through the forest, i found an oak tree like this on the graves there, where she is buried. here is a cross holding a cross in this village the canvas is being unwound. every person is good in their own way. three each

so that one would love one thing, then the world will be different. such benevolent people from everyone in the city will call everyone to warm each hut and feed them. here you yourself are the main thing, and so it is with us. front and 40 people who left did not return

their images of sculptures such, i would described each image in its own way . here is the work of the broken kolos horace death, and this work from three wars. you let this native hut go and then showed you. here is a mother who went out on the road to wait for her sons who did not return from the front. among these wars my dad also died, buried in zelenaya gora pulse. here's to my birthday on october 23, 44. he died. i also dedicated a sculpture to him, which

stands near the hapka, here we have a playing violin. this is a violin. i remember hanging. we have on fuck, now displayed to me. i am drawn to judge this living room, where i spent my childhood. i can't miss a single day to visit this place today. it's gone here. my childhood is the hut of my grandfather, my grandmother, the place where my hut stood, you remember. i was drawn with fears, uh, and hajjali, honey, they were called stickies. this is the second deposited honey pedigree here is this revenge buried in these cemeteries. here are

the revolves on almost every house were. they flew anyway, and it increases by a triple, where a person lived his life. that's how i, too, return to myself every day almost at the place where i was born, my childhood did not pass.

freedom hallelujah

have mercy on the pogo. doo and evil