wow, this book is soothing to those people, yakkeya themselves. ah, they were lights. this mountain is a team for the temple, many women were risky, breathing young girls, and they remember what kind of komsomol members i was at that time. uh, you can say about the garbage brought under the temple and the ocean from the demals from the walls, the icons and yakin's virage left put a fitted car into this icon, economically. moreover, this rybak means that you do not take him. uh, even though pour the komsomol members, ale about the soul was in general, vera is rich, the trouble was for them that the temple figured out a lot of icons to transfer. she is already a rivne monastery. alena were not signed and returned them back. e zhikhars could not do what they were well, it was not stated that i was not ours, and many icons were simply scattered and slept. she's on a meat farm. as it is located not far from the temple, the first section of the book about the temple of st. archangel michael synkovich is called god their judge, symbolizing all

the hardships that the temple brought, and the second is called the beginning, symbolizing the revival of the temple after a change in ideology and the long-awaited the opening of cathedrals, all over the country there are memories of even the youngest people, who tell about that yaken, they chose pennies according to the avakolitsy upon arrival, and then we have a passage not only, the carts of the zelva region, the alleys of the slonim proto-yag. eh, the mamas maestras sewed themselves with their own hands, e . and on the temple itself about that yak. uh, that blue and oil pharma. uh, the walls were praying. eh, i could have farmed them and how they could have mounted them. holy archangel michael in the village of synkovichi for its long history has served both orthodox and catholic

and uniate. it is a product of the synthesis of culture and at the same time a symbol of religious fusion. here is the real house of god, which is always filled with people with you. there was a program of sincerity and yanga belov. all the best to you. dreaming of traveling, but don't know where to start, where is the city of bogotsk. the labyrinths of their streets will be opened for us today, the father of belarusian cities, polotsk , we will tell you everything about tourist opportunities. i

beauties of the nature of belarus, no matter what you travel on the august channel, and it doesn’t matter at all on a boat on a catamaran on a ship. i'm sure you'll absolutely love it, because all around you are insanely beautiful with major attractions, an exciting adventure and interesting encounters. sofia cathedral. the creed of power and independence built in the eleventh century. great leashed prince vsesla yesterday drive, when you are in the museum. you roughly fall into the nineteenth century, how did you live in such do you travel in huts? together with us to belarus 24

fragrant heather and tenderness will wake up, the old heart will jump down with a quiet flame. hello, i’ll say welcome, i know you ’ve been waiting for me for a long time linen crane dear. the belarusian earthling behind the mists of silence lay down the safe place of all this land of mine,

if there is anything. hey you, ask me and i will answer. i am the heart of the earth to the water and ask me and i will answer. i am the heart of my land. we all know that childhood is the happiest time for every child. sometimes i say that mine childhood was stolen. when the great patriotic war began, i was 3 years old. the offensive of the red army gave birth to our children with him. i always admire the belarusian

woman, because it seems to me that the belarusian woman hardened her war. my only merit is that i strove, of course, to be useful. if we forget all this, then we will forget the belarusian nation. i was born in the village of rog, oktyabrsky district, gomel region, in the forty-fourth year, when the offensive of our red army was being prepared. they prepared such a place for us terrible. in my opinion, such a harsh it was a concentration camp azaryche.

it didn’t take much effort to prepare it, because basically it had to be done to fence off the territories of a swampy place and a swamp, which adjoined it with several rows of barbed wire and put up towers with sentries, the villagers were all driven out first to the barn, they supported us there at night, and then everyone was driven out onto the roadway , we were all lined up, and we went on foot. go to this camp. it took 8 km. we were very afraid to fall behind, because those who remained shot the month of march. eh, the forty-fourth year turned out to be very capricious, because the temperature was changeable, then minus 113 - 13 here, or even plus seven eight, so

all the old people. somehow they stood in this swamp in place knee-deep in water. and when at night she already said, then, they turned into ordinary ice cubes, they didn’t give us food for all the time that we were there. once they brought us only bread, they threw it from the car. who was closer, he grabbed, and that was further away there, he did not get water. we took from the swamp. the swamps were very dirty, they even dumped and also the bodies of dead people. the germans , feeling the onset of the red army, gave birth to children with typhus, so we were of course as a bacteriological weapon so that we could infect our defenders. it was march 19, 1944, the day of our second birth. if

he walked through the village, that hat was removed and bowed to him and such a teacher. i would like to, because he was the most cultured person, but in a village in general or in a locality, and therefore i wanted, of course, and to revive it, in addition, a sub-impression, of course, is also a teacher of the russian language. we began to create such production plants.