and i want to see it. in belarus there is a stunning ethnographic route and we roll up a hut, which, in my opinion, embodies belarusian hospitality in the best possible way. i really want to see it. let's go from the capital city of minsk the hallway is tall and slender, well, all the means we need are narrated in a human way, there will be gaiety and good people will be added. and we will add good people. until recently , all these chants with savor of jokes did not go beyond the threshold of any belarusian hut, but our country is developing its own agroecobrand.

and even entered the world's top 5 places for agro-ecotourism according to our authoritative jack, now the rituals and songs that your great-grandmother knows are available to every inquisitive tourist in each village, the route is presented in its own way somewhere by the quality of pottery somewhere in our case, this is merry folklore. and in my opinion, an amazing, sweet, exhibition of dresser fashion, fashion trends for almost 150 years. i am in things a person not whimsical minimal set of clothes of a motorcyclist-traveler and enough. but even i couldn't hold back the tears tenderness when looking at all these lamp boots, children's knitted suits and old fashion magazines, from which local beauties redrawn patterns of fashionable dresses, are no worse than the evaporation of fashion on me sukin ta 36 years old and for the participants i raise this gas thread. you look what a beauty, but

the most amazing thing is that there are not just hangers with clothes. here are real beautiful living smiling mannequins, and which i hope will surprise me with something right now. i'm home. ready. how wrong i was when i thought that i was waiting for a concert in a cozy spectator armchair. the rite from hut to hut turned into an insidious move to make me out of me. e bald. if you think that in your life you have seen everything, you are mistaken. you have never danced the bald dance. i wanted to see it, but i not only saw it, i also tried it, and then, like in a fairy tale, they fed me and gave me a drink, they sang a song on the track, to be honest, if the girl was offered to stay, i would not think long, but i know the password, i see the landmarks, and i need to move on in

search of new adventures. and this time mine motorcycle and i was brought to the village of his royal majesty, the western capital of the belarusian porozov potters. i want to see it. oh, how i like such cute villages as porzova. everything is here and everything. it's good here, but by the way, there is a lot of history to travel, a rich magdeburg, an orthodox church, a synagogue and a catholic church. in fact, it was first mentioned in the chronicles. when the church of st. michael the archangel was founded in the town in 1460 for the next four centuries, the church burned, collapsed from a lightning strike, until in the 19th century no stone building was erected. this is honestly like this. i have never seen oporozovsky. the church welcomes the guests of the drama belfry with four bells. oh beauty. which? it has always been interesting why

there is a bowl of water at the entrance to the church, it turns out that the water is holy and you can simply cross yourself, but if the thoughts of your head are sinful, there is a lot of holy water. it must be taken orally, they were always baked like a child’s gnats, when, due to the kalinovsky uprising , it was closed by the locals, they sent a delegation to the tsar in st. petersburg and brought permission to open it again. well, it would seem like a beautiful church. nate, he built a beautiful church. yes, please, but all tourists and newlyweds, for some reason i do not understand, prefer to be photographed against the background. here is this fluctuation, by the way, fluctuations, if you did not know this house is everything. eh rich, what can i say the citizens of this village lived? they even had their own bank. by the way, its building, but the main attraction is the pogugenki estate, which means in polish, thank god, let's go and see. manor of a glorious family

butov-andrzejkovich is not so old and only some 100 years old, but for these places it is a miracle from a snuffbox. however, about everything in order at the entrance to the estate. you are met by an alley, like a tunnel in a magical land, and then an openwork palace opens up to you, as if cut out of paper, but this is a tree. i'm talking about the estate of bogudinka. i can only tell you that she is very beautiful is absolute. is it true. i like. here marina knows everything about the estate marina hello, marinovka. tell me first, the name where such a name comes from, it will be beautiful genes, thank god yes, it is translated, but there is such an old legend among us that adam ate the expelled israel weary after a long journey. came here, and arrived in this area. yes, yes, they stopped under the birch trees and

the telephone and brought up the money for the wolf to finally see the rose. how popular is the owner of the bugudins, tadeusz butov andrzejkovich, was called one of the richest polish landowners in the grodno region, he was the first in the region, bought a car and could afford to go to dinner in warsaw, but the wheel of history did not allow the master to grow old in his estate, when in the seventeenth year these lands were ceded to the soviet union and became essentially the bialystok region of the soviet union, he decided, of course, to run away. since then, the estate has stood without an owner. well, except that the hospital in the thirties of the last century had such signs left inside, a treatment room, a doctor's office, but since the patients here do not shuffle slippers , the estate began to collapse even faster . now, unfortunately,

impossible the door is closed, but turning off even to the side of the same, although the locals pogo. that there is still preserved and a stove and various tiles and other beauty at one time there were investors for the bagudins, but their hands never reached the estate. and yet be sad in boudenki. i didn’t want to because the name of the estate is not in vain. he says that one should be able to be grateful and i am grateful for all the routes and people who met me in this region and despite the fact that everything is too area there are not many attractions. i think that in my the trip was a success. i could go on see you on the roads.

the hard natural richness of belarus’s clothes on the prostrate can be jested off the thrower, there is a ball in the lake below crazy, call god’s wok, called the lakes tore off due to their shapes and throw water into the maya lake , the shape of the correct circle does not change for a long time, there are chances that there is a wok for the right people from heaven and shmat. their such zhanyh lusters to denmark alba linen from the turov principality were respected by such cities as pinsk-mazyr, slutsk kopyl rogachev and some kind of jazz, here it is, ironically, but most of all i thought i was no longer a brave

warrior in chorus, but a scribe bishop and fish yakodyapir. they all call it that, and the durovs dug for some to distinguish that the city was called minavita. do the ambitions of the holy self at home is not so tour. pau, our matronel stood at the end of the tenths, the slavs asked thieves from scandinavia to reign, they were orphans and some distant tour of their own scandinavian god alan ktor and bob to our perun tale of minute hours praise came zamora had put on his upolack. arthur true, there are also yesshi, one version, on the right, not with the princes, but with a sluggish bull, the tours, and nodded in their places. jim's albums were all lapel. this bykou began to be called tours by the viscous knyazyuturu, like velmi, he loved to water them, and god, the prince tour became a tour, not from a tour, but from the years of a bull karate - this is forgotten in the film. story. galina sveta in reality

you will sow all sorts of fish, we will already snot the name of the drogovitsa. peru was going on at the frozen and doses of you faces under them in the sco, the city was over, wood-burning furries, the church towered and ringed, zhikhars, turovs, converted to christianity, disgustingly, maybe the reason for this is some kind of stone roof on the water, legends sailed near the city on their own along pripyat on the super law of physics, which buoyed such a court of the urals, they began to file temples for the wrong place. kirill grew up in a family of aristocrats, maybe avat the prince seemed to give up a good prospect for a career, an alley of a lad with a small wabil, yamshas of the vedas and spiritual thoroughness from the life, kirill, turov’s son of a married father, and he did not like wealth and captive glory, this was politbainov’s holy scripture to the russians, young man, went at the monastery. many tortured him, and what a profit from these posts was the prayer of the jedan of books, and he refused so the monks, the sky bees,

the cages fly around the bonnets to deify the honey of people, his words sipped the ear for the heart and about the snakes jazz of a reasonable monk, they recognized the abbot of the monastery as hegumen. allitui from the settlement from the move was more than shiul. you yourself are not demons between rockiness do not understand the right every year i am tied by the paws. i cannon my husband from the windward forge higher, nude, and i took it from the corporal in anticipation, without falling out to render about the spiritual not to reach the maty word to the sinners of the world, monks. the jokes of different ways of the zararoditsy at the prayer of the kabne jog did not delay their respect, who would go down by the desert, that is, the syrian zhery and on the fifth rostova for semyon went share for everyone all the report of her ears, and he aroused the rumor from the hatred for the father on the version and more

nicole i did not leave avos before the nuclear weapons shmat. whoever comes, how to take a break from the album of deer, semyon the stylite has reached such wisdom that the vintian emperor was able to hear everything. vasya is selfishly trying to be comforted. yes, in the very fashion of a young monk, cyril stumbled upon this feat, though the street is the best along the line. gleb stone. hearing. yong didn't wake up, zack just got married. monastery vezha passing with him only books. and so the writing attachment itself, although the rose is a warrior, you gaslady of the group, i stumble and on your prayers and ask for the gift of words, although i’m useless to preach ben for self-interest, i’ll write to the whisperer , i’ll take the pit delivered bread and water and he handed over new cottage cheese, the canons of the prayer of the sermon people shared and his pink dokrasomolstvo. i am fire it will die out higher and higher than her sky and not a donkey to go in in a reckless labyrinth so you can’t save bending and

god’s maid of god’s blood can’t show the word of my mercy to the un and the monk. i'm tired of calling the turov chrysostom, the byzantine preacher's ward. naturovsky. the dilapidated townspeople asked cyril for an article with such a refusal. the prince himself, but he was a man. it was dressed up before, i occupied yury yaroslavovich of turov to posad, the principality was a vassal of kiev, a new lador, which grew up to this, the end did not surround the independence of turoulian, it was undermined. but 1.158 years before the city , a mighty army was approaching. the grand duke and the narrow one raised the yak trace of the obedient purveyors.

yes, five testicles of the princes have learned from the squad, one round to capitulate from the sea of ​​​​garageing are ready to defend themselves to the end , they wished for a flake, a bright day, others are approaching the tenth, winter, their kiev troops , they are dying of hunger from durov, they don’t give up for hunters. descended the city defended its independence. i am a wise keronic. prince yuri understood a fashionable power you can’t come true without spiritual help, mother and goat about it to the learned monk kirill to sing to put on the shutters. you are indispensable to the community, cyril and his obedience and cut it in time to become a bishop, and hutka, enlightened on the self to see where generations of jazz were, were warehouses of intrigue, church discord, civil strife, and in the herring for the name of a wasteful war, a caliber went to his brother, durov's piscop called out the way.

it was russia that made the world understand and boldly pleased them with the judgment of the almighty, nothing so much more than arrogance and arrogance, indulging thoughts and leading themselves to righteous arrangements to the word at the hearing of alas from their spiritual sermons from the bishop. cyril is often zvtauvagu and red-haired earthly. let's say he propagandized a healthy ladzhetta , he captured not to mistreat the mead at the great, the course of which they began to call jerusalem in pripyat, no welds, no strikers, there were no dudes on its streets, only a perky bell and an ocean. it turned out with a bunch of birdies to the church near the turovya there was a noise of alice, a drowly prince. jura cultivated the situation to rectify the capital without a stone temple. g this is nonsense antism and it was a walker, this guy has been sleeping for years. the temple was

complete according to its measurements. he is not to find a bottle of polotsk sophia to the greatest bottle on our lands. true, the torus temple did not last long. at 1.230 we are fashionable. the earth is a coward, the water will be heard and before the illness from the cathedral there were slices under the flour , archaeologists squeeze them out about the shmat is ready. but the word within these walls, st. cyril is not the ocean, the most cataclysms have lowered yonkozal about the temple. spiritually devour vera under his mura, and chai will be zaglinkas in deeds and will tie up your chest of flesh with the slew of equada, as your soul knotted under the feasts. her hearing. god help me, how the horrors behind the left can become a push for good and evil people , some of the towns i have collected for the easter of christ about the resurrection of cyril of turov paralle of the new

stand with joy and what a willing soul the weather and the foundation of money flaunt, enliven the spring of the earthly race. they are quiet. the winds do not die from the fruits, but the earth calms down in autumn, and with green grass fueled and one is red - this is christ's faith anchor faith and began to eat a person. i'm naked meats with an excuse, veracious thousands of carcasses fly past the tours with a burrow, and sometimes jumping over the spill is made noiseless by the collective sea in the resting poet of the belarusian land. it was a matter of stumble. vasya sennya is more than not turov, suede ion gazing at his beloved lands, views of sharp jasu. haman have changed.

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look at the news now in olga kalairova's studio. hello, the war has to be waged against the entire nato bloc the day before, at a meeting with his russian counterpart, the president of belarus noted the successes of the russian troops. he also warned warsaw of all moves and the transfer of troops to the borders of the union state. we see western ukraine the poles won't get very much talk. uh, to accept nato in parts of ukraine, what is behind this is a house curtain, but there it is.