doctor or who? does she need you alive with or without legs? yeah, i don't need one myself. you understand that, i don't need myself like that. and she needs a normal healthy man. please

well, that's it, christmas tree. i have such a pretty one. well , really, i'm fine. don't worry. i 've got the duck napoleon champagne ready in the fridge.

youth youth oh, you know what anechka frolova said to me just before the holidays? it will be like this and says, oh, svetlana ivanovna, you have such a belly. my mother also used to be tolstoy and then she became true apples and lost weight and not an apple holds out, wait, therefore, that is, she came with a banana on an apple. well, why am i here now with a different commander. then we eat commands

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a piece of heaven on earth here is very good. breathing here, it hurts. it's quiet here well, i’ll find myself with a tummy like carrot belarusians, and the leaves are cunning. when i moved here to live in the village, grandfather's cousin fyodor kirillovich sachkov was still alive, and he always spoke, either jokingly or seriously, then i took it as ray's jokes and the countess sachkovskaya remembers, yes, kirill is all a countess, he see, i say hands in manure knee-

deep. the countess is digging in the mud in the beds. the village with a net now i’ll say to the mower, and eat, how beautiful and even it was here in childhood, when we ran along these trampled paths barefoot after the rain and drove the wheel ahead of them. it was such happiness the height of bliss. our village of satkovichi and sachkovichi belongs to the greek village council. before

these lands belonged to queen bonnie, the first mention in the village of sochi was in 1528, when the queen was sforza handed over these lands to stefan sachkovsky and at a time when people were cultivating the land, the nobility was immediately given. and not everyone dared to go live in the swamps, because the swamp was considered the fifth element and they were very afraid of it. well, stefan sachkovsky was not afraid and got these earth. and this is where hmm started with spectacles. as for the lands themselves, then, of course, they were probably more fertile, because periodically the river overflowed in the spring and naturally. this gave the land some kind of fertility. well, in the swamps , of course, there was a lot of all kinds of vegetation and the polyuks knew their land well, their lands were well used in their lives by this earth in the swamps and fed and treated with particular

popularity. it was used here until the 20th century. air, it was actively collected and handed over to manufacturers. of course, the village of sachkovichi, experienced the good times, when count sachkovsky was in charge here, because it was the golden age, at that time there were no warriors, but nevertheless. it certainly was very difficult and time consuming. as for the life of the poleshuks, i now know that in the woodland, in some places , ore was mined in some chalk. but the village of sachkovichi lived at the expense of fishing and fish. there was a lot in the river and there was enough of it for everyone, and they caught fish along the woods and took them on boats and sold them at the market in the city of pinsk . the front of the first world war passed through our village, even the trenches are still visible in some places outside the village. and at that time, people, in order to protect themselves from shells, placed christ near their homes. and when i was still here, well, already

a teenager, i was always surprised. i thought that crosses were only put up at the crossroads. and in our village there is another house in the yard with a cross. now our village. i believe that it is simply being revived and all the inhabitants, to the best of their ability and ability, are trying to embellish their yard, and i believe that this is a paradise on belarusian soil on belarusian woodland. somewhere well in 2000 succeed in the village had 47 households and 78 residents, then today. this is only 26 households and 43 inhabitants, but nevertheless it cannot be said that the village is dying. no, she lives , lives for those who return to their native places, lives at the expense of people who buy empty plots and houses here and equip the village. there are no young people here, because there is a village near the city, and now i understand, because passports for villagers, residents would only be issued

in 73 in belarus, therefore, parents. how maybe they wanted their children to go to live in the city, because in the city, of course, life was much easier than in the countryside, so my parents left when they were still very young, they went to the city not because of what was there bad from the fact that in the city it was easier to live, get a job and earn a salary. maybe it was difficult to live, but it was easier than when everything was done on the collective farm. i don't know when people survived on collective farms until now, despite the fact that there is equipment, however, those people who keep cattle cows, there is a bird. they don't have any days off, they don't have holidays. they work all the time and never complain. it's hard that something is missing. that is, there is not enough meat, which means that two wild boars will keep not enough. three cows will keep milk and so on. hmm, the polybug won't complain too much, but will try to live decently. in polishchuks, but people

are so, well, cunning in their minds, very hardworking , sympathetic, and on the principle of someone else’s i won’t take, but i won’t give up my own decent people, when i was growing up, no one had castles. here were just sticks on a string. you came to the house. if it is closed on a stick, then no one is at home. no one had a clue to close the houses were closed at home. she only had such interesting keys, a latch and a key, either upstairs, or hiding somewhere under the wheel, but they didn’t hide it anywhere, because, well, just parting was decency, high culture. how do people greet older people with us will tell you, hello, be sure to bow, that is, e were jokes. with respect to those whom they met on their way to this teach children. the river that developed because

the water reached the very threshold of the house and my favorite pastime was to take leaky cats and walk around them. that's how small crucian carp got there on the grass. for what from my mother i got it great, because she understood the pressure in her hands today, which means that i went to the water. it was dangerous your river overflowed. well, great. here it would be just the sea, that's all, therefore , there was water, there was a lot of fish, there were a lot of people who loved to go fishing, my brothers. this is because we all lived here, they are people go fishing, they took me to carry cats. our ancestors in these territories rode horses, swam while growing up on boats. and thanks to our children, we go fishing on an atv . hello, catch

a fish. let's catch it now. catch a fish, we'll catch a small one. wow, well hurry up. i haven't said yet. when i once caught , remember, what a huge bream no one caught there, only i caught vova, here he is, here he is, here he is, here he is. and what am i saying, she even while i tell you. they're kind of a sucker. wait, now oh, while i take it. and

where did i get such agility? let go don't forget to kiss. quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, yes, just kiss. this is how he lives. that's the kind of fishing we have caught , kissed and released the weather is wonderful. oh what a beauty, what a beauty. this is polissya . this is nature. oh how great. it's good after work. here's how to relax, feed the fish, admire the nature of the clouds. and

the fountain gurgles. complete idyll paradise place fortunately, i returned to this village every day. i can remember happy days childhood. even youth because we came here to visit relatives. this house in which i was born did not have a fence. there was just such a wire so that the cattle would not go into the yard there and such a green onion here . . i had to run home. i couldn't wait for the evening when those geese would finally leave the servant or go swimming. hello brother dug up bulba dug up, right? vadimka

who could have thought that i would come? here is already such an adult to this hut, something the hut will still stand. oh what a house what house seemed? something mansions are high. look how small the hut is, or the hut sits down, or grew up there and it seemed so big to me. i remember how it is a cat. my mother brought me from the city, and i had whooping cough and when i had an attack, when they opened it. this is what i was coughing and the air, this healing air, and immediately stopped in the city, they said, but in the city there is no could cure said only rural air. well, this is the window. little seemed to me so big. it was me when i was little and this is the porch i sat on. it seems to me that such a big door is everything, as i was sitting, what a little baby now. you would probably be. of course, not now. e

of such houses, as if there were houses before, they were covered, er, with a charm, well, our house was small with reeds. this is how he is, this is how he is. and it was attached to it. bread, somewhere there was cattle and that's it. it was under one roof. baby memories are sometimes very interesting and touching. it would seem that the old lilac bush is unusual. and for me, it's my whole life. i remember how i am here through the collective farm field. we went through picking cornflowers from this side of the roses, from this side there was corn or vice versa for another year. and now, i’m looking at this lilac course now, i’m thinking and why i was so afraid of him, i rushed past him and turned out to be faster than a dog

, because i was very afraid of this bush, when you scared me here, a little dog, i always ran past him, but now this body as a memory? i didn't have a grandmother. unfortunately, she died, but mom's aunt's older sister was here, who took me here to the village for the summer. i have girlfriends here. i still remember them with warmth, we played the wheel here. this is how they rode. here along the path there were no better toys in the world than both from the wheel. the main task was to beg him somewhere from his parents or from his grandfather. i remember my childhood, then they laughed at the villagers in the city at their speech. uh, why did i try very cleanly speak russian, because we have here in the village sachkovichi, the local dialect is such

a dialect. it is not belarusian, it is ukrainian polish. well, some kind of local here is such an adverb. well, we left for the city in the sixtieth year. i was five years old. after finishing school. i entered, in principle, a pedagogical school and worked as an educator in the baranovsky educational district, also in a very beautiful village , i specially left away from my parents from parental care. i wanted to become an independent adult. i think i did right. then, when i returned here to the city, i already had two small children, but i entered the institute. i graduated from the institute and i was 29 years old, i became the head of a kindergarten, and i worked as a head until i retired. when i moved here to live in

the village, dedushkin's cousin fyodor kirillovich was still alive. he played the clarinet, the clarinet sang with him in a human voice without him. here, the need for a single wedding to him was recorded in advance. he was a man of high rank, who, if he promised someone. here's something, let's say, on september 15 there will be a wedding, for no money. nobody could outbid him. this is also a distinctive part of the polishchuk. eh, that's it. eh, from this area from the village of sachkovichi the music of his clarinet. i remember for the rest of my life i always said, whether something is serious. that's how i perceived it. it's like rai remembers a joke from the sachkovskaya plant. yes, all the countess, you see, i say knee-deep hands in manure. the countess is digging in the mud in the beds, and then years passed, somehow it seemed to me that his daughter showed uh documents confirming it. about that yes, count sachkovsky, this is our direct

relative, great-great -great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, who had a letter written out to him that he was exactly count sochkovsky, therefore. now i have now become a countess. you know, when i first time years ago, the children went to egypt and the first tour, e ., in hurghada was and when we arrived on the bus , there were different russians. basically , my age was such. of course, now that we will dig zhuravlin polesie, because there is no such beauty anywhere. wherever you go. here look, what a beauty, and years have passed and i was drawn here, and i returned here as a completely different adult with a different direction, with different thoughts, with different ideas. and now the problem is who to go

to the city or me or my husband for groceries. it's a whole problem. you feel so comfortable here that you simply suffocate in the city. i returned to my native village and to build a business, we just bought a house here, and we had a dacha here and started gardening. it was all very funny, of course, because we were completely unable and did not know anything, but studied very diligently, but then when the problems appeared with the collapse of the soviet union purely material problems, children are students, and we began to think, what would we do to have some help to the salary. we had greenhouses here. when we decided to start floriculture, the idea belonged, of course, to my husband valery vladimirovich, he

said this, but let's and we will try it like the poles, to which i answered him, right? are you, are you going to be a carnation in the market? he laughed and said no, but my aunt heard it the conversation that was so quiet we stood on the porch, she has more than years. rayka should start like this, if you don’t have one, you should start, who is listening to this lecture in 2008. we created a farm, came up with a sonorous name for the cell of the disease, as our husband said, we will decorate the earth. this is his phrase . well, what did the wife grow, now we will decorate the earth. and at that time in pinsk there was no such production in general in the brest region. well, now this is our largest farm in republic. this is pelargonium ampelous pelargonium a wonderful flower for an apology , especially for those areas where the owners are

rare or very busy, in any drought the owner will wait for a blooming form, then you just need to work with it a little. we are engaged in flower crops for landscaping. this is about 47 items. there are also perennials and also ornamental shrubs and conifers. tui are spherical thuja, that is, the brabant started. we had a hectare of land, they gave us when we created a farm, then they gave us 10 more hectares, then we took more and realized that we are expanding today. we already have more than 40 hectares of land, well, which needs to be developed. run, run, run, run quickly , quickly, quickly, quickly, my handsome cat. that's how we regret, that's how purring,

my good mine. yes, my kitty purrs. found on the voice comes will find, anywhere, only the voice will hear. when we started the business, we worked only together, and our family, that is, the children helped in everything. today already on because i have a good assistant. at i have a wonderful team that i can rely on, which can even work without me. nikolaevna why are you here yourself? and what can lena put here? i'm a farmer, not the one who just sits in an office somewhere, i'm always in the field. probably me with all the workers do all the work. if there are not enough people, then i am engaged in watering, and when the crops are all, i am

the only assistant, really. the complexity of the farmer's work is not a standardized working day. i can't tell. how long is our working day. we know for sure. what time does it start. it usually starts at dawn. we still have an unplowed field for business. they just have to be afraid, well, you have to work, that is, first you have to work. well , the police are put not only by our beautiful nature and kind inventive people, but also, of course, the kitchen is belarusian cuisine. and if the polezesian cuisine is inclined, there the dish is very tasty, nutritious and very simple. uh, since the variety of spices, as in the east in belarus and on the playlist, the no more, so the simplest spices are used. this is coriander. bay leaf pepper. well, dill of course, salt, the feeling

of a holiday was created by all families in the woods. yes, in every village. this is when favorite family meals were prepared. these were pies and various kulebyaki, there and everything else. and, of course, sausages. mom always says pig for the holiday. it has always been, and as a rule, holidays, family holidays and others have always cooked, potato sausage. we were very much looking forward to it. it used to be a favorite dish with my sister. we loved it and love it very much. my children and grandchildren, of course, this dish. i always cook, it is eaten in one sitting. for tomorrow, as a rule, there is nothing left and grandmother cook more, but grandmother always has no time. but you nonetheless. i try. it is very simple to cook dishes , potatoes are used, ordinary potatoes, which are cut like this, i have already prepared them in advance. eh, it's being cut. well, how to fry such medium-sized straws, not very

thin, but not very large, for the convenience of the filling. we cut the meat not very large. and refuels that's it. spices here in a mortar. the small intestine is taken, it's called pig's belly, and uh, it's stretched like this on a ring. everything is very simple. this is how it turns out. for the villager, this is not new. ours is appetizing. pierce it so that the air comes out.