local historians, we head to the outskirts of shklov, where a geological natural monument of republican significance is located on the left bank of the dnieper. nizhninsky rov. it is over 500,000 years old. only two such natural phenomena have been discovered in europe. one in france, the second in belarus near shklov. scientists have found about 140 plant species here. the nizhninsky ditch is known all over the world. researchers from england visited here. the netherlands, germany and other countries decided that the natural monument is significantly superior to similar objects in the regions northern eurasia and north america. bald mountain is the highest point of the nizhninsky moat; it is a favorite place not only for residents of shklov, but also for guests of the ancient city. at this place, in unity with nature, our distant ancestors performed traditional rituals, worshiping their gods. as in ancient times, today

the city is very clearly visible from here. once upon a time, a waterway from varyak to the greeks passed past bald mountain; it connected scandinavia and byzantium. but as you understand, bald mountain is a witness to many events that have sunk into the summer. here now there is a tourist and excursion complex made in the style of ancient slavic folk wooden architecture. it consists of log buildings in the form of observation and watchtowers, for which the ancient slavs were definitely not ashamed. modern shklov, the heir of the very city that was founded in the 16th century by count chertorysky. but if you think about it, it carries within it the memory of old settlements, where princess olga ruled, prince vladimir baptized the inhabitants, the ambitious castle of khotkevich and ivan the terrible passed with his army. little shklovtsi, united in three forms.

there are still many amazing secrets, come and discover this city for yourself, at that time we already had two horses of our own , they were standing in a stable near minsk, we had an idea, that is, first of all , moving from the city to the village, here try to do something of their own, they believed in themselves, their strengths and achieved results in their favorite business, we have a plot of land of 100, rent of 53'. fruit-bearing garden and 45 hectares

of currants, the leader from the capital will to experience all the delights of rural life, she eats canadian, it’s normal, it happens, it happens, he’s playing around, grisha, be a man, let ’s go to the apple farm, they said, everything is modern there, you won’t have to do almost anything , they said, you know, i joked, but he took everything seriously, the project, i’m from the village, watch on the belarus 24 tv channel, we’re going on a trip to belarus. lyubansky district is a place to live, green, cozy, quiet. the kalibava-romenskaya highway gave impetus to the development of many populated areas item, including the red one. it’s true that in order to get to the krynychka, you definitely need to do it on foot, well, as soon as possible , work hard, together with us, and get

a charge of positive emotions. this is such a cool feeling, i even think i saw a rainbow, and i felt like a bird , look at me, look, pay attention, here is such a goat, and between us they pay her, well, there’s always a pack of dry goods, visit the bright sights of our country , tourists from all over the country come here to try the unique belarusian bread, from the earthly to the sublime, believers are separated... 33 steps, they symbolize the life span of jesus christ, they say you can overcome this distance in one breath, look in the program for the route built on the tv channel belarus 24.

this is happiness, good evening ! only the day before yesterday, that fate brought us together, and until then , where were you, couldn’t you have come earlier, where were you, well, where were you, hey! how many times has the summer dawn bloomed, how many times has spring come in vain, in the stars outside the window the evenings floated by, but you only came the day before yesterday,

the days are lost, let’s go now, they can’t be returned. they can’t be returned, the leaves were falling, the sky was white, where were you, thank you very much, even if i didn’t know your name, but i called you, i called you day and night, but would you really come? i really couldn’t, where were you, well, where were you , it’s hard to tell how before these days, i lived in the world, without your love, i spent

my evenings with someone, i found you the day before yesterday. so many days have been lost, they cannot be returned, they cannot be returned, leaves fell, and loops of chalk, where are you were, if , as i see, you already have a desire to sing , i’ll start with the first song, let’s all do it together, we

can’t return them, thank you very much, we can’t return them, please let’s have fun. and where were you, you can’t return them, you can’t return them, the leaves fell and the white loops where you were. remember in music school.

thank you dear, i am coming to meet you through dewy meadows, joy falls on my shoulders in long winds, i know you are waiting for me, are you somewhere? in love 's power, in the middle of flowers and summer, in the middle of happiness, i know you're waiting for me somewhere, in love's in power, in the midst of flowers and the belarusian

summer, in the midst of misfortune, i am going to meet you. valesi is in the paths, lights candle leaves, golden stomp. who will do so brightly, excuse me without yours, in order to meet sooner, we had to meet with you in mogilev , it turns so brightly green, excuse us with leaves, so that grief can be met, we had to meet with you, your party, petron, thank you,

i’m coming to meet you, by three ringing, i will give you an evening, a real one, the stars sparkled in it and the eyes sparkled, so that you and i can dream, and all our dreams come true, and we turned the stars in it and our eyes sparkled , so that you and i could dream, and dreams are everything... your party, vadik, lysenko, downtrodden groom,

why are you girls, beautiful people, nothing but suffering. thank you, i'm freeing my hands, i've known this girl for a long time, i once went to the movies with her, they're sitting at the desk, i was sitting at school,

and i overlooked her, and i overlooked her, i'm sitting quietly, i'm on the sidelines, we're doing a lot, but woe is to me, but how bitter to me, but how bitter to me, that this is bitter, shouts not to me, thank you, he meets his gaze, next to the bride i’m afraid, what if she immediately will understand my chest, suddenly she will say , where were you, if you loved me, if you loved me , i’m sitting here, i’m screaming, i’m a bastard, but it’s bitter for me, and how sad it is for me, but how i feel. that this is not me

shouting, thank you, again the newlyweds are in a hurry to congratulate, again the groom is kissing ivesta, what have i done, i was looking where, it is always visible, because i always sit quietly, i am on the sidelines. that this is bitter, and not for me, but how bitter it is for me, but how bitter it is for me, that this is bitter, they shout to me, hey!

if you want, i’ll look into your eyes , i’ll remember the words, i’ll repeat everything again. who do you need said, well, who told you, who came up with the idea that i don’t love you, i cherish every gesture, every look, in my soul, your voice, my heart, sounds like me, no, never, i can’t stop loving you, go, love , come to your senses, love me.

i don’t want to believe and i don’t want to think that separation will come and dreams will not come true, at night i scream , out of grief i scream, if i dream that you don’t love me, but every gesture, every glance, i take yours in my soul, my voice my heart, it doesn’t sound like me... i will never be able to stop loving you and you love them always love me,

if in sight, and if on... lunch, fate will separate us in a dream, i will go around the earth , i will go around the whole earth, oceans and seas, i will swim, to spite fate, homewrecker fate, but i will remember all the words and quietly repeat who told you, well, who told you, who came up with the idea that... i don’t love you, i cherish every gesture, every glance, your soul, your voice is my heart, sound out of me, no, i will never be able to stop loving you, and you love yourself, love me.

every gesture, every glance, i treasure yours in my soul, my voice, my heart, sounds like i ’m never here, i can’t stop loving you, and always love me, love me, i am every gesture, every look in your soul. my voice runs in my heart, the ringing sounds, no , i will never be able to stop loving you, and you will always love, love me.

like fog in the sky above the earth, the coolness of the midnight hour creeps in, so your lie crawled like

a snake. but i don’t need sweet lies anymore, you won’t come again today, and all i have to do is wait and believe that this time you won’t lie, and pace the room all night. the moon, the moon, the moon, will look kindly into the window, put the shadows in their places, my glass again

red wine will fill me with loneliness, only the moon will congratulate me, my companion outside the window, the night today will be shared with me again without you, my house is so cold , you didn’t want to warm it, tomorrow there will be a sweet lie again, it’s a pity that the fragile world can no longer be glued together, i know that one day, you will leave, but your heart doesn’t want to believe it, the moon, moon, moon,

will look tenderly into the window, put the shadows in their places, empty vocals will again be filled with red wine, congratulate me on my loneliness. the moon, the moon, the moon, will look kindly into the window, put the shadows in their places, an empty glass again, red wine will fill me, delicious piss will congratulate me on my loneliness.

three, four, and people meet, people fall in love, get married, i’m so unlucky in this one, it’s just a disaster, finally, last night i met a girl, in mogilyuveli, where there is an alarming hooting, trains knocking, she went to her carriage

, smiled from the window, a modest light from the train, only a hand brushed against her, blond hair, plaited hair in her eyes , a bottomless blue sky, spring in her smile, slender... sweet, very beautiful girl, maybe somewhere, but here she is she went to her carriage she kicked out of the window, the train stopped, i just waved, you sing, people keep coming. with the girls it sounded: i’m unlucky, sorry that i confused you, uh, finally, i’m a girl,

definitely, the dates are alarming, and the singer, that’s it, weight, she went to her carriage, burst out of the fire. the train just overtook him, people meet, people fall in love, get married, there’s a song about me on the record , i’m so unlucky in this that it’s just a disaster, post it everywhere, that it’s just a disaster, that’s just a disaster, that’s just uh,

empty pen, you can i have to leave now flowers, there was no one to give, i stood behind the column, and someone else met you from the train , natasha, sasha, if a diva had happened and become, you suddenly looked ugly, perhaps when you could have noticed that i was with next to you, alone in the whole world, passing by, hello and speaking as if through me, as if you were looking into the distance, i seem to you to be who i was.

yesterday, as a funny boy from our yard, natasha, natasha, if a diva happened and became, you were suddenly ugly, to be young, when you could notice that i was next to you, alone in whole world, i waited for a whole year, went to the station, put a cross on the calendar, counted it, waited for you to pass through the old courtyard, waited, as they always wait, a quiet gentle gaze, natasha, natasha, if only a diva, it happened

and became, then you could notice that i am next to you alone in the whole world, all together. natasha, natasha, if something happened and you became, my friend, not beautiful , maybe then you would be able to notice that i am next to you, alone in the whole world, natasha, natasha, if something miraculous happened and you suddenly became ugly, be young, then you...

i would be able to notice that i am next to you, alone in the whole world, that i am next to you, alone in the whole world, that i am next to you, alone in the whole world, hey, hey! at the position, the girl said goodbye to the fighter, and in the dark night they said goodbye on the steps of the porch, while behind the duvans.

witch, little boy, on the cat on the girl, the light was still burning, while behind the fogs, great, boy, you sing, nakozhka, nadeviche, the light was still burning, the guy was met by a friendly front-line family, there were comrades everywhere, there were friends everywhere, on a familiar street, he couldn’t forget where you are, girl and...

he couldn’t forget where his native light was, on a familiar street. where are you, the dear girl, where is the dear light, and the distant friend, the boy sends a little letter that her girlish love will never die, everything that was, when it is all fulfilled on time, will not go out without time, the golden light, everything that was

planned , everything will be fulfilled on time, it will go out without time, golden... the soul of the killer is calm and joyful from such a good letter from her, the enemy of the hater hits the enemy harder . for the beloved homeland, for the native light, the hated enemy, the boy beats harder, for

beloved homeland, for the native light. the song that will now be played for you is dedicated to vera ivanovna, derbeneva, we have rokon-roll, and also, hey!

i didn’t recognize any worries, i foresaw trouble, i didn’t think about you seriously, i didn’t consider it happiness that you were next to me, suddenly the fast train took you away, not a minute of peace, a second of peace, i can’t live without myself, i can’t live without myself, that in this time, not a minute of peace, we sing, not a second of peace, no other way love, no other word love, that ’s what it is, a caress party, very short, it’s important to be in time, we had time, i fell in the same way, i saw snow and deep rain, but not seeing your beauty, i believed, love lives three

, nine lands away, and i didn’t think that it was you, we sing, not a minute of peace, not a second of peace, i can’t live without you, i can’t live without you , what is this, not minutes of peace, and seconds of peace, at night, otherwise love, something like that, you were nearby, suddenly disappeared without a trace, confusing everything, i ask you to think about me, at least sometimes, come back quickly rather, not a moment of peace, in mine

together, not a second of peace, i can’t live without you, i can’t live without you, what is this, not minutes, and seconds of ponkhoi, otherwise love, otherwise love, that's what it is, loudly, let's have minutes. and seconds of peace, thank you, i can’t live without you, i can’t live without you, what is it, not a minute of peace, not a second of peace, we started, we started the fight, that’s what it is, hey!

i am flying to the moon, and love gives me wings to sing among the magical stars and clouds, i ask you, be with me, give me your hand, my angel, you are my spring, you are a ray of sunshine in my window, only you are the only one, all the colors . and you give

me peace, i ask you, be with me, kiss me, my angel. i ask you, be with me, give me your hand, my love. we are flying to the moon, but in the light there is no

happiness for us, a star above the ide, let me tell you now, i ask you, be with me, i love you. angel mois.

could i have thought that everything would turn out like this, that in one minute everything would clear up, as if there could be no mistake, i myself today. i saw you walking with someone else, you were walking with someone else, so that’s what you are, and i gave flowers, and i went crazy from this beauty, the way you are, hopes and dreams. and you gave and you broke, only yesterday

you were, closer to everyone in the world, only yesterday i i believed that i was loved by you, but i only close my eyes and see, again i see you and the other walking with each other. so that's what you are, and i gave flowers, and i went crazy from this beauty, so that's what you are, hopes and dreams, you gave and

broke, he will not be happy who offended love, who can laugh, so at the very we value you, and what you don’t say, i saw it myself today, what are you with someone else, you walked with someone else, so that’s what you are, and i gave flowers, and i went crazy from this beauty, so that’s what you are, hopes and dreams ,

you gave it, you gave it, you gave it and once... it was a dark night, we were just waking up. across the steppe, only the wind hums in the wires, here in the warehouse the stars twinkle, on a dark night, my beloved, i know you are not sleeping, by the crib, secretly, you

are wiping away a tear, how i love the depth of your tender eyes, how i want to snuggle up to them now with lips, the dark night is separated by our beloved and the disturbing black wall, the regulations are tunami, i believe in you, my dear friend, this era kept me from the bullet in the dark night,

i am happy, i am at peace with death. i know you will meet me with love, no matter what happens to me, death is not scary, we have encountered it more than once in the steppe, and now it is circling over me, you are... waiting for me, you are not sleeping by the crib, so i know nothing will happen to me, thanks to everyone who sang,

blue blue inky blue blue inky blue blue inny blue blue inny blue blue sio, blue lay down on the wires, in the sky there is a blue star, a blue star, oh, only in the sky, in the sky it’s very blue, blue... it’s hanging, at night it’s blue, not for the blue bird, i follow you, oh, i follow you like a blue bird. hey, i'm looking for if i have my dream, just

one day, you know everything, you will say where she is, she, where she is, si , si, si, si, si, si, si, si, oh, oh, the clouds will sway, they will float back, the children will be enveloped in blue eyes, oh, only your eyes will immerse me, look at me , do the same, thank you very much, oh, only your eyes will immerse me. i'm looking for more of my dream, it's the only one i need, because

you know everything, you tell me, she, she, where , blue blue, si, si, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, oh, and blue goes on the wires at 9:00 over blue, blue star, oh, only in in the sky, in the sky there is a beautiful blue, oh, only in the sky, in the sky, that’s all.

let's sing, said the mother, it happens all the time, son, maybe you'll get tired, dear, when you come home at the end of the road, lower your palms into the volga, from afar, the volga river flows, the river flows... volga, there is no end, among

bread from the whites, among the white snows, my prayer flows, and 18 years, your first glance, the first shine of the oar, it was just the river carried away, i am not sad about that past spring, in its place, your love is with me, from afar, flows the volga river flows... the ages of god, there is no end and edge, among the bread with

white, among the white snow, my volga flows, and i’m already 30 years old, here is my pier, here are my friends, everything that the world cannot live without, from distant splashes in starry silence, another boy sings along with me, from afar to... volga , the volga river flows, the volga river flows,

there is no end. the rocky rivers, among the white snow, my god flows, and i am 17 years old, and i am 17 years old, and i am 17 years old. your palms have already gone, today with navo i had a dream such that

i didn’t even want to wake up, i was alone, my beloved, with you, i couldn’t stop looking at you, girl of my dreams, let me take your features. and i believe that you will come to me, on eve, and not in a dream, the girl of my dreams, i know you are somewhere nearby, i am looking in the crowd of people for the long-awaited image of mine.

on one of the best days, i’ll catch your gaze in the sky, two stars at that moment i’ll light up for us even faster for the earth is spinning, and we won’t be able to miss each other, girl of my dreams, i’ll get a picture of your features, i believe you’ll come to me, in all hope, and not in a dream, the girl of my dreams, i know

you are somewhere nearby, i am looking for in the crowd of people, the fat image of you, the girl of my dreams, i can dream of your little devils, i believe you will come to me, to eve, and not to you. no, the girl of my dreams, i know you’re somewhere nearby, i’m looking for the long-awaited throwaway in the crowd of people!

what is tenderness, i myself want to know, i went out for a walk in a snow-white field, what is

tenderness, evening through the snow. i will share the bed of the sinless angels. what is tenderness, the blanket of the night with the music of hope can help us, what is tenderness, in a happy hour, the morning will lighten up a little, marry us,

what is tenderness, sweet dreams? and you embodied earthly love, what is tenderness, in the morning, loving, i’ll warm my blood, i’ll hug you,

i’ll go sing.

you don’t laugh at me, it’s been a week now, dreams have flown by. there is a white blizzard, dreams fly by like a blue bird , the clouds are like silt, i don’t dream about you, i don’t dream about you either, and we can’t do anything, as if we have become strangers to each other, and between us and between us there is a white blizzard. i don’t dream of you, who is to blame here, if the mistake was called love, they called it themselves, they decided it themselves

, not realizing that they were in a hurry, i don’t dream of you, neither do you, and we can’t do anything, as if we had become strangers to each other and between us, and between us there is a white one in the south, i don’t dream of you, it becomes clear, in the new one there won’t be an old fairy tale, an old song, a new one won’t be, two hearts together, won’t make me sing, i don’t dream of you, neither will you, and nothing we we can’t do it, it’s as if we have become strangers to each other, and between us, and between us, the south orders, as if

we have become strangers to each other, and between us, and between us, there is a white otyuga.

have you heard them sing? no, not those thrushes, not the field thrushes, but the druzdy, the wizards, the blackbirds, those in whose elect the russians, from the blackbirds, the wizards of the blackbird. russia's chosen ones, here they are

scattered through the forests, calls began to sound, i recognize them by their voices, call. sounds grow like flowers, sad, cheerful, any, sometimes hot and red, sometimes

cold, blue, sometimes hot and red, sometimes cold and blue. reach the morning star.

rainbows fall on the grass, caps are gone, blackbirds are singing in the forest, they sing for the soul, not for glory, hats are away, blackbirds are singing in the forest, they are singing, not for glory,

steamships are entering the sea, palms have already gone, hey! we will, we promised, i will return in the chorus, i will come to you. the sea is black or white, without it i can’t live, and i’ll tell you, the first thing

i do, if we meet on the shore, is the steam codes go to sea, sing, make transitions. paracons go back and forth in the sea, but you can’t guess why to wander in the seas , for you any sea, one water, the second arriving, let’s sing together, modulation for girls, you see the days of a difficult voyage, if somewhere they love us, in mogilev, well, find yourself a landlubber, being a sailor is not for you,

you go to sea at times, sing, do code changes, paracodes go to sea. water back and forth, and for you you can’t guess why to wander in the seas, for you any sea, class , i swam with happiness, we all sing together, sailboats go to the sea , make passages, sailors go to the sea and back and forth, you won’t guess why the

seas wander, for you, any sea, alone. yes, together in the sea, they make jumps, in the sea they hone, back and forth, but you can’t guess why the moyak dance is for, for you any fight, everything. let’s sing, friends, tomorrow we’ll go on a hike into the pre-dawn fog, let’s sing more cheerfully, let

us sweat, the gray, fearful captain. goodbye, beloved city, tomorrow we leave for the sea, and sometimes it’s early, oppressing us astern, a familiar blue raft, we give a little pluck, then it’s evening again. such a good one that we can’t help but sing songs, out of great friendship, out of naval service, let’s pull ourselves together, friends, i forgive my beloved

city, leaving for the sea tomorrow, and the early one sometimes feeds on the root, the familiar blue raft, goodbye, beloved city, let’s go to the sea tomorrow , vice oppresses the familiar sugar raft of konuvoy . there is silence, and the sea is shrouded in fog, and the

native shore is kissed by the wave, and the sound of battle is quietly heard. how nice the rootstocks are, and sometimes the early one will stern, familiar blue raft, goodbye beloved city, we are leaving tomorrow for the sea, hieral sometimes, beats with stern, familiar

blue raft, and early at times, touches the stern, familiar blue raft. this is happiness, where the maple rustles, over the river wave, we said, love is with you, that maple is deserted

, darkness wanders in the field, and love, like a dream , has passed by, and love is like a dream, and love is like a dream, and love like a dream side. didn’t pass, my heart is very sorry that this happened, autumn drives into the distance, the season, the mess, the four winds, the bitterness of sadness is equal, will not return me. this summer is coming to us, one thing won’t come

back, it won’t come back again, it won’t come back again, it’s so many years, there’s no point in following you now. there’s no need to give me flowers now, you couldn’t assure my love, the place where we met was overgrown with grass, overgrown with grass, overgrown with grass, the place where we met was overgrown with grass,

siebla color, dijo! ' i stared at you, walked along the deck in silence and quietly the white one set sail, from

the noisy pier he set sail, he spun me around, my friend pumped me up, and for the cheerful sea station, the white one, the breasted bass, shouts for talkative, strong not a blue voice, like a white teplokot, running water, you me, skars, where , dear friends, a long-standing tradition, something is hard to hear you, and shout out even louder, thank you, we sing the second kublet, and the teplokhrut, according to sailed across the sea, the ships ran behind the stern, the gentle sea wind, perhaps it sat

with you, staring at you, i don’t know why. in this view, i envied him more than ever, from the leader , the kutkazny bass, screams, blue voice, from the white warmth, vegushka, you carry me, say, hurray, hey, if you have...'

second time, from the white warmth , cupcapion bass, screams behind the hump, blue eyes shining, like a white ship, running water, tell me where, hey, hey! from my migratory soul , i congratulate you on this holiday of the soul, and on this holiday of song, i wish you health, prosperity, peaceful skies above your head,

the joy of inspiration, until we meet again! we tell you how to choose quality products for healthy dishes. there should be no foreign impurities, the color of the couscous is cream with a yellowish tint. take the nuts in your hands and evaluate their weight,

don’t take them too light, there are no kernels in such fruits no, or they are dry. correct. breakfast is the key to health and good mood. we will cook chicken fillet steaks with a very unusual sauce and a very tasty salad. if you have a difficult day ahead and you know that you need a huge amount of energy, this is the breakfast that will help you. don't forget about invigorating exercises. we lie down, raise our arms up, raise our legs and do this cool exercise, cockroach. let's get started with expeditions around the corners of our country, and it's time to assemble a good campaign and coming from the city there, the people of the past century felt their unity from the birth of ruins in

the grodzen region and we follow the history and massacres of gancharakh glitsk. a unique pakra kingdom, built in 1774 from stone and wood. the whole country in belarus was barred, as if the woman, which stratsila of her husband had unraveled. i fucked up the young ones with other men, to give the gift of the devil, the need for the skin became a bad thing, so all the first kutochak matchmakers need to fall back, and give a new life to these old traditions. shary geese, nekamutse vada, razam with projects in advance from the past , on tv channel belarus 24. as the new ones grabbed a book in their hands, grabbed one piece after another,

sipping on the words of their skin, from here on out are the most creative people, the most valuable and suitable ones. vagi, this book. books live. the thoughts of the last minute, the written and expressive voices of the people, everything that the chalavets have created, hogged on old books , the history of the enchantment , the readings of the past centuries, the reading, the appreciation of the minutes for our daily life, belar vus 24.

what unites soviet coins and the scale of canvases, rarity, uniqueness, sophistication, unique art that captured the consciousness of its creators. two special stories of creating portraits from coins and grandiose monumentalism on the appearance of architecture. my work, it is, to some extent, sad, because if

you write a topic, consciously, it means that you probably need to return there with this sadness, my work, it, we will talk about various topics, but in coloristic system, it has retained such a more natural , earthy cry of color, that is, i am closer i always felt, for example, towards an icon, like a colonite, this calm, not strong one, because i consider myself more through such a graphic language, that’s why the expression of my works, if i start here... with these works, i wrote in that period , when the national library was being created, that’s why i developed this theme as two images of these, two

eternal sages who create, create this aura, one planted this tree of life, uh, book, the eternity of flight of this creativity, through a bird, through this this sown this here - uh topic here writing, so this plowed earth, it creates as a symbol of spring, summer, the second, uh, the second image is already what, uh, collected, is being assembled, that is, architecture from books, this sage, reading and giving exactly to us in an open book, here... philosophy, here is a portrait image i have, not also so iconic, let's talk about the plot , this was a specific image, and it

probably exists, yes, i just wanted something like this, golden wheat, something like this condition to make, that's it, but here i have all the gesso on gesso, that is, gesso is the primer, which is applied to the tablet, is then painted, let's say with cart... paints, you can paint with the same watercolors, but i work with temperament and pigments, this plot, this is a work that is very dear to me, because.. .. youth, she and going on a long life journey, to live, she sat down to cross herself, that is, this is the eternal burden of her life, her understanding, here you can contact temiy zhelshach, although she was written that this is here is eternal thought, well, man’s plan, here

uh, stay to live, stay, this is the tranquility of the earth, this is the warmth of the foliage itself, it was preserved in this theme, here is a portrait, well, i was somehow afraid to sign something, the image of my mother, there is here, when my brother, the younger nikolai, passed away, here is his departure, such a triangle, here is hers, this is the cry of the eternal and the hand grows from the earth, from the earth, because people, the soul, it rises, this is a misfortune, that’s why the topic is sad, we are currently in the gallery

named after lenid dmitrivichalev. here is the galiree, which collected his creativity, his many years of work, we will say his life path, because the fate of my our teacher in life was interesting, so for his centenary, it is timed, so this exhibition with my colleague and classmate, then in life creative path, nadezhda viktorovna talinnitsa, this very path itself, i’ll tell you, i’m very grateful, a good , wonderful teacher, that’s how the core and basis of all this was leonid dmitrievich shemilyov, why, because he was both an educator, a teacher, and father, and whatever it was possible to turn him around, so he always kept

us under such internal educational control, the last dialogue we had with him would have been already in his ninety-eighth year, we were at home, but he lived cheerfully, beautifully, with dignity, now we see him in this guise with these works, it’s a delight, i’ve known him since childhood, he was always very interesting, very internally rich with interest in how to do it, what to write, how to treat it, today we see, well, a unique, unique urge. to what happened, what to strive for, where, i wish personally, good creative success, health, beauty, externally, look at him, he fits in with everything that is here at this exhibition, glad, happy, thank you and god bless him, but i believe that in our creative direction there are such

, let's talk about the pages of life, how vividly...' graphics, sculpture, i have this monumental art, which , let's say, i have absorbed into myself, this is a synthesis of architecture and monumental art in the interior, exteriors, philosophy in my art, i tried we won't be there to speak not as a naturalist and did not speak out on any philosophical topic, to illustrate, i was creating these works of mine in the monumental world, mosaics, paintings, stained glass windows, so i wanted to talk with people who would look on equal terms with themselves, so i got excited, i’m burning and i want to burn longer in these, but i’ve also lived a lot, i have about 18 monumental works, only monumental ones, what’s connected besides

this... a lot of monumental paintings, a lot of them left, in minsk, if specifically objects, these are national library, i'm there with anatoly michinovich, we formed this team, about 100 people, seven interior paintings, then the entrance pages, so he and i also did the co-writing, then i will say that the theater was such a huge school for me, why, because 4 , 4,000 florentine mosaics were made, these are mosaics... to say the original is that all the artistic volumes that are there in the drawing, they are all different and manual labor, there was no computer, which was put up and cut, so it is very expensive, i

when you look , well you feel like you were needed, tasks in general, this is a very difficult job, because you have to work not in a second consciousness, this is... the concept of what you are creating, but you need to work for the future, and not forget that behind you was the history of art, art, fashion and there is no such thing as modern, art can only be eternal, fashion is dictated only by words, in a car a person creates comfort precisely because of this particular philosophy. he creates beauty, in art, in art, in the true deepest art there can only be eternity, i consider myself incredibly fashionable, because

that i want to wear what i want, the fact is that our friendship with nadezhda viktorovna livintseva at school, already in life we ​​are following our creative path, our friendship began with these human relationships, so well, she decided to create such an image of me with such people, probably, well, what kind exists, if there is one, let the viewer say, but she is incredibly talented, very decent, i think that’s very cool. she could, uh , enter this, well, inner world, of course, she knows her, she knows her from bad on the good side, tried to be on the good side, as she says, we sometimes, well

, are creative emotionally, any person communicates, in our creativity, it’s good to be silent then, when everything is ready, because here, that’s how vladimir, good afternoon, this is how we greeted you. this rarely happens, we are here within these walls of his wonderful gallery and i will say that she really created such an easy inner world of him, because he was very kind, very sincere, incredibly talented, he madly loved and loves to include horses in his compositions in his works, because he, well, the commander, here is a portrait painter, a very famous one painted him, and his works by lenid dmitrovich, they, i have already said many times

, educate, educate schoolchildren, both the younger generation and the older, and he allows us to live, therefore, you are there in heaven, happiness, life is created there, thank god that we communicated closely, studied, studied, i studied and bowed low to him, because he gave a lot, gave us , and he gave art to our country, art that will be, here it will be forever.

i found myself in what i have been doing since childhood, this is art, this is creativity, this is drawing, and i wanted to mark this anniversary by symbolizing some kind of thing and some beautiful numbers, some names, that’s it. 5:00, such an interesting account of life, with mine, and with my own, with all some flaws, there with some of my mistakes, and at 5:00 i count everything. i defeated them, here it is 5:00 and this is also the number of my years of life, the idea, the illusion of faces, was based in the concept of this in general, visual creativity, and since when were these created

work, then of course the idea was just portraits made of coins, but after i created the first picture and moved away from this picture, then i photographed it, and these were two different paintings, these were two different images, this illusion, which turned out thanks to the magic of the human gaze, vision, yes, that’s why when i called this style of mine, that is, illusion, magic, well , initially there was an idea to monetize everyone, all people, all images that had already been printed or minted on money signs, this is mahad magandi, this is maut zadun, this is nicholas ii, this is elizabeth the second , this is the same lenin, when these people ended , well, let’s just say, it was still possible, of course, but i

understood that this is such a utopia, because if i start not, not media people, yes, it depicts how it would be, well, such a success , it’s still like an exhibition exposition, yes, i would like this to attract attention, and i would begin to make those people who, in my opinion, are worthy are depicted. to be on coins, yes, that is, to go, as if in an image likeness mints that print these kings, heroes, cosmonauts, writers, greats, and somehow chooses, there are many of them, but for some reason someone chooses this one, yes, i decided that now i will choose, on today, again as part of my anniversary, i made such a program of accessible art, where in various locations, in a shopping center, in a cinema. in some children's clubs, that is, in those places where you usually, well, you won’t see a painting that, in

theory, should be either in an exhibition hall or in a museum, this particular one, let’s say, it’s an unusual way, i like it because people, without going to the palace of arts or the museum there, already see this art, excuse the taffology, and perhaps they will have a desire to plunge deeper into art, more and visit there, now - my paintings presented in two projects in minsk, chagall’s work is in an exhibition in the project of the center for contemporary arts, the second work by dali , also a sacred message, the project is called, there i stand in the case of chagall, in the case of dali with the originals, we breathe the same air with him and there are also graves in the shopping mall center, in the children's club and, believe it or not, even in the church. people, well, if we take this period, people are already tired of sitting at home, but this is after

the coronavirus, all these frightening, horror stories , well, as if they exist, they take place, yes, but maybe it was a little intense, and so people were afraid to go, although the museum is supposedly a safe place, there aren’t these people there, it’s not the metro, it’s not grocery stores, it’s not shopping centers, yes, but nevertheless people were afraid, now they are returning with greater force, with greater desire, because emotions, where to get emotions, the museum - is it here? then that space where people received all the time receive to this day, when i conceived this not yet a project, just the idea of ​​​​creating paintings from coins, i myself liked it, my loved ones liked it, my wife, my daughter, my mother, well, all my friends liked it, but i understood that most likely this was just, well, their opinion, uh, well, so as not to offend me, so i needed the opinion of an independent person, that is... who doesn’t know me, who, to whom

we don’t have any relationships at all, we don’t know each other, we’ve never known each other , plus this person, whose opinion, well, won’t be important not only for me, well, or rather for me, it’s important in the first place, and whose opinion, if it will be said to the general public, yes, that is, that means this is the way it is, despite the fact that without creating an idol for myself, and the people i would like to be like, whose creativity influenced me as a person, as a personality, who they are, what they are - noteworthy, how they have taken place in the world, i i would like to, yes, of course, i have already met several, shook hands, this is already a people's artist of the russian federation, i consider the artist to be one of the spectators, and i received their opinion at the beginning of my creative career, i enlisted, became inspired, inspired by their wishes, so and there were several other people that i segmented - in a short time, i went through in the opinion of representatives

of show business, people of art, in various other segments, now i am calm in the fact that my work, my, or rather, idea, idea, it is popular, that is, everyone, everyone, everyone, this i liked it because i’m a portrait painter, yes, uh, everyone has been waiting for a self-portrait from me for a long time. for a long time at every exhibition he asks where is your self-portrait, i decided to make a self-portrait, okay, i’ll do it, but the antipode, in order to surprise everyone, yes, that is , there are things that are unnecessary, or rather, associated with the artist, and i thought that this is exactly what this work , the crossroads of fate, will become my calling card, will become my

recognizable self-portrait, and i will be recognized by it and was born so that it was, in fact, well, in fact, i am not him i planned it as an auto track, but it turned out that way. here are the coins that i made at one time, from which i made my heroes far away, davinich and picasso, and here is the meaning, that history, my biography, my destiny is based on these people, yes, from their lives, from their destinies, from their creativity, and crossroads, as if every person has crossroads along which he walks, yes, these are my crossroads. the very first gratitude i received was the gratitude that many, well, i dare say, many people - get, let's say, after a very long time, that there is so much to conquer, then i conquered - at the very beginning of my creative path, here - the work of paintings

of the title - tsars, and since he is the president of the russian academy of arts, it was he signed and presented me with gratitude for the professionalism and artistic component of these particular works, which gave me an incentive to grow and develop. if we take the space from the word art in general. in the image of an artist through the first - this is through work, through thinking, time in in which i live, this is the most important thing, that is, to make it clear that in my time it was full of the age of being an artist,

the age when you already realize a lot, and most importantly, do not forget what you have. such a vision as mastery, craftsmanship, it is for any person, and for the artist, and for the person who creates uh for time, for i will say eras and for the palette in which you characterized yourself, that’s it, the word artist itself, you you know, it’s probably necessary to explain it more broadly, it’s like the rising sun in the morning, like the setting sun in the evening, like warming the soul during the day, like spring, autumn, rain, summer, this is the artist , he says that he bathes in sadness, in joy, i am happy that there is a critic, because any

criticism in the mind, it is very important, when there is criticism, it means there is confidence in what is...' and what you, what you have come to, what you have achieved, criticism is in the concept, one might say, well whether i like the work or not, this is not criticism, criticism is when i understand inside that the people who give the review they give, just positive, and people give feedback when they want to understand it for a long, long time, they for themselves, that is, they discover it all, and to be afraid of criticism, well, this is natural life, it is necessary in our world it must be so truthful in creativity, but when you approach your work with criticism, after 10, 20, 30 years, if you approach your work and you say to yourself, you did the right thing, this criticism of myself, it’s dearer to me, well,

probably, for me it’s art, that's all, that's what i did, that i have a family... that's what i have friends, that's what i can draw from mine, from my cup, what i created, i can drink it, i can. there is that space of a planted field in which i planted, planted bright, planted with sadness, whatever, so for me this space, endless, human happiness, this lies, probably, it is inexplicable, in creativity, it gives birth every time and accompanies, through talent, but most importantly, you can have talent, but be evil, but it’s better, let goodness be accompanied by

precisely these reasonings of honesty, integrity, and professionalism. i was very proud, probably everyone is proud when your art is noticed somewhere far abroad, but last year i had an order from america, my painting crossed this ocean, it was epic for me, symbolic, my family, my wife, my daughter, this is my core, my rear, these are not loud words, this may sound somehow already cliché, but nevertheless... in my case, this is 99%, this well, that's true, if it weren't for this support, i might ...