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girls to yourself. we can give him a happy childhood, 14 speech therapists, nine psychologists, not a single center, this is not there, the hedgehog rolled on the palm tickled antosha we will introduce you to people who have found their calling. each of us came here to help our little patients find their place in life. that's as much as i

and the team appreciates this life today and now it is also worth a lot, we offer to spend one day with specialists and learn all about the intricacies of their work, the psychologist must undergo personal therapy himself, the psychologist must attend some supervisory events to some extent and previously used in the space industry. now it is quite actively used in medicine not rehabilitation. very difficult. and there are a lot of factors that affect the final result, see belarus 24 tv channel. away from the bustle of the city. here are your roots and your strength. go ahead to come to you.

slow down and enjoy the moment, and the direction will tell the elements. every step unity with nature wild ancient belarus inspires bolshuki god gave a piece of heaven on earth. it's very good here. breathe here. freely here, quietly calmly, well, i will find myself, the belly of the hamster 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 said, either jokingly or seriously, i then i took it that way. it's like the countess sachkovskaya remembers ray's jokes, yes, kirill is all a countess, you see, i say my hands are knee-deep in manure. the countess is digging in the mud in the beds. the village of sachkovichi in the locals calls it sackovichi. the beautiful village is located on a green meadow, once here people had a lot of geese, a lot of cattle. she was pulled out.

now i’ll say that the mower won’t bite like that, as it was beautiful and even here in childhood, when they ran barefoot along these trampled paths after the rain and drove ahead of themselves wheel. it was such happiness the height of bliss. our village sachkovichi and sachkovichi belongs to the pech village council. before these lands belonged to the queen of bonn, the first mention in the village of soskovichi was in 1528, when the queen was in sports , she handed over these lands to stefan sachkovsky and at a time when people about the land were cultivated, they immediately left childhood, and not everyone dared to live in the swamps, because the swamp was considered the fifth element and they were very afraid of it. well, stepan sachkovsky was not afraid and got these lands. and here hmm sachkovsky began here. 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 edge of their lands well. okay, it's been used in my life. this is the land 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 sachkovichi village was worried good times when count sachkovsky ruled here, because it was the golden age, there were no warriors at that time, but nevertheless. this, of course, was also a very difficult time, as for life along the leshuks, i now know that in the woodland, in some places, ore was mined in some em mel, but the village of sachkovichi lived by fishing, there were

a lot of fish in the river and there was enough of it for everyone and politicians fished and carried it on boats and sold it at the market in the city of pinsk, the front of the first world war passed. even the trenches are still somewhere preserved behind the village are visible. and at that time people to defend themselves from projectiles. they put up crosses near their houses. and when i was still here, well, already a teenager. i've always wondered. i thought that crosses were only put up at the crossroads. and in our village there are still houses where there is a cross in the courtyard. 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 piece of paradise on belarusian soil in the belarusian woodland. somewhere, well, in 2000 in our village there were 47 yards and 78 residents, then to date. 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 the passports were written to the villagers only to be issued in the seventy-third year in belarus, therefore, the parents. how could they strive for the children to go to live in the city, because in the city, of course, life was much easier than in the countryside , that's why my parents left being to travel, when they were still quite young, they left for the city not because it was bad there, but because it was easier to live in the city to get a job to work and earn a salary. maybe it was difficult to live, but it was easier than when on the collective farm. it's all about, i don't know when people survived. until now, despite the fact that there is technology, however, those people who keep cattle, cows, there are birds. they don't have

any days off, they don't have holidays. they all time work 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. milk, three cows will keep and so on. hmm, the polish won't complain too much. well, he will try to live worthy of a joke, well, people are like that. well, those who are cunning in their minds are very hardworking, sympathetic and , according to the principle of someone else's, i will not take, but i will not give my own either. decent people, when i was growing up, because no one had locks here, they were just sticks on a string. you approached the house. if on closed on a stick, so no one is at home. no one had any idea how to close the houses. the houses were closed at home, but only such interesting keys were on the latch and the key lay either

upstairs or hidden under the wheel somewhere, but they didn’t hide it anywhere, because, well, just theft was not decency, high culture. how people greet the elderly will tell you, hello, they will definitely bow, that is, uh, the polish people treat with respect the one they met on their way, children are taught this. the river, when the water developed, reached the very doorstep 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 that she was bursting in her hands, which means that i went to the water. it was dangerous your river was overflowing. 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 loved to go fishing, they took me for carry cats. our ancestors

rode horses to these territories, swam during the flood of the river in 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. look, i haven't told you yet, but you don't believe me.

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. what am i saying, you have to wait until i tell you they wait now i'll take it. and where did i get such agility? and how can i do this? come on, come on, he's handsome. take a picture and let go don't forget to kiss. maybe it's a girl. quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, yes so carefully. carefully. carefully. now we 'll let you go, we'll 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 our fountain gurgles. complete idyll paradise place fortunately, i returned to this village and can remember every day. here are happy days since childhood. even youth because we came here to visit relatives. this house, which i was born in, did not have a fence. there was just such a wire so that the cattle would not enter the yard there and what a green

onion here. there was a huge sadogu of all, which i was very afraid of, because the ganders were chasing, each biter guards his herd. and therefore, if you come close, and also pulls out and with cry. i had to run home. i could not wait for the evening when these geese finally leave the servant or go to the pond and go to swim, yes, in the family. hello brother dug up bulba dug up, right? vadimka thinks that i will come. here is already such an adult to this hut. something the hut will stand still. oh what a house what house seemed? something mansions are high. look how small the hut is, or the hut is sinking, or it was we who grew up, or it turned out to be so big. i remember how it is a cat. my mother brought me from the city, and i had whooping cough and when the attack was, when they opened it. this is what i coughed and the air, this healing air, and immediately stopped in the city to say, but in the city they could not cure, they said only

rural air. well, this is the window. little seemed to me so big. it was i who was little and this is the porch on which i sat. it seems to me that such a big door is everything, as i was sitting, what a tiddly little i am now. you would be a stump, probably. of course, not now. e such houses, as there were houses before , were covered with, uh, charm, well, our reeds the house was small. here he is, as if he is. and it was attached to it. bread somewhere was cattle and that's it. it was under one roof. childhood 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've all been picking cornflowers from this side. rye on this side was corn or vice versa for another year. and now, i’m looking at this series now, i don’t think and why i was so afraid of him past him, i rushed by. it seemed to me 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 bush is dear to me 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 years. 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. um, why did i try to speak russian very clearly, because we have such a local dialect here in the village of sochkovichi. 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 the finnish pedagogical school and worked educator in the baranovichi district, also in a very beautiful village , she specially left away from her parents from parental care. i wanted to be independent and mature. i think i did the right thing. 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 , grandfather's cousin fyodor kirillovich he was still alive played the clarinet, his clarinet sang in a human voice without him. not a single wedding took place here ; they were recorded in advance. it was a high-ranking man who, if he had already 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. 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. she spoke here, either jokingly or

seriously, then i took it as countess sachkovskaya also remembers ray's joke. i say, yes, in the period of all the countess he see, i say hands in manure knee-deep. the countess digs in the mud in the beds, and then years passed somehow his daughter showed me , showed me a document confirming that yes, count sachkovsky. this is our direct relative , great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, who had a letter written to him that he was exactly the earl of ochkovsky, therefore. now i have now become countess yazykovskaya. you know when i first time years, children ago i went to egypt and the first tour, uh, around hurghada was and when we arrived on the bus , there were different russians. basically my age was like that i mean. now that we

will dig zhuravlin polesie because there is no such beauty anywhere. wherever you go. look, what a beauty, and i was drawn here for years, and i returned here as a completely different person, an adult with a different direction, with other thoughts, with other ideas. and now the problem is who to go to the city or me or my husband for groceries. this 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 absolutely didn’t know how and didn’t know anything , but the school was very diligent, but then when problems appeared with the collapse of the soviet union purely material

problems, children are students, and we began to think what to do to make it some salary support. we've been here greenhouse garden. when we decided to start floriculture, the idea belonged , of course, to my husband valery vladimirovich . what are you talking about? are you going to be a carnation in the market ? he laughed and said no, and aunt heard us talking, which was so quiet we stood on her porch in poland wind and canada starts like this, if you don’t have one, you have to start, who is percy of that lecture. in 2008, we created a farm and came up with a sonorous name for the cage, woodland, as my husband said, we will decorate the land. this is his phrase says, well, my wife grew tomatoes cucumbers, now we will decorate the land, and at that time in pinsk

such production was generally in the brest region. there was no such production yet. well, now this is our largest farm in the republic. this is pelargonium pelargonium ampelous 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 visa, then you just need to work with it a little. we we are engaged in cultivation of flower cultures for gardening. this is about 47 items. there are also perennials and also coniferous plants in ornamental shrubs. tui are spherical thuja thuja emeralds, then the brabant started. we had a hectare of land we were given when we created

a farm, then we were given another 10 hectares, then we took it and realized that we are expanding today. we already have more than 40 hectares of land, well, which needs to be developed. come out my kitty, run, run, run run. we're just quick, quick, quick hurry up, hurry up, my cat. that's how we regret, that's how purring, my good mine. yes, my kitty purrs happy. 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 because i have good helpers. i have a wonderful team that i can rely on, which can

even work without me. so nikolaevna why are you here yourself? why can lena put lena here? i'm a farmer, not one that's just i’m sitting in an office somewhere, i’m always in the field, doing all the work on an equal basis with all the workers. if there are not enough people, then i am engaged in watering and when the crops are all only janus is an 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 not only our beautiful nature and kind inventive people are set in the forest, but also, of course, the cuisine is belarusian

cuisine. and if the field cuisine is inclined, the dishes there are very tasty, nutritious and very simple. hmm, since there is no variety of spices, as in the east in belarus and for mold, all the more so, so the simplest spices are used. this coriander bay leaf, pepper. well, dill well, of course, salt, according to the feeling of the holiday, was created by all of them in the woodland, and in every village. it is when cooking family favorites. these were pies and various kulebyaks, there were others, everything. and, of course, sausages. mom has always been a holiday of the year, 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 for us, and grandmother will cook more. well, my grandmother always has no time. but for you no less. i'm trying. 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. this is for the convenience of the filling. we cut the meat not very large. and refuels that's it. spices in a mortar the small intestine is taken, it is called pork casings and stretched. like this on the ring. everything is very simple. this is how it turns out. for

the rural viewer is not a novelty. appetizing pierce like this so that the air came out. and 40 minutes she was in the oven. here's how delicious it turned out. our table was always covered with a tablecloth. i have a towel. we are a very close-knit family, and all our successes and failures are all in common, if something went wrong with us, we never say that we listened to you. this. you did wrong. you did it wrong, that is, because

of this, no. there are no scandals in the family , nothing. well burned out burned out nothing bask. thank god for taking the money. that's all. i believe this is the success of any business. and even more so for a family, i know how to survive here. i know how to behave here. i know who to turn to for help. i know who needs my help. this road, when i am going now, could i ever have a barefoot girl who loved to run barefoot very much to think that i would manage such a large farm, that i would work on the land, that i would love my homeland so much that i i will love this village of mine the most beautiful village on earth, the most beautiful taxi village. this is my homeland. this is my love. this is my life. i am happy that i

will live here, where i was born, where i was born there and came in handy. it's about me. what will happen to the climb after many years? i think that polissya will exist and, probably, revive and life will be life without a key. this is a rich area here. i think it will breathe easily and freely.