yes, good, bitter tea, well, i stayed for the night, for two days, for two days, for two days, for two days, you forget about me, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, everyone forget about me, captain , captain, smile, only the brave burn the seas.

lithuania, latvia and estonia have banned vehicles with belarusian license plates from entering their territory. our mit immediately stated: there will be no retaliatory sanctions measures; on the contrary, the president supported the introduction of visa-free travel for all europeans, plane, train or car, green light. main topics on the main broadcast. look on the belarus tv channel. when it appears in the wild, the light shines on the earth. all the humming husks have faded, and only the wind blows the sand of the ear, until you sleep and understand what the tsishyn was singing.

the skin magic spreads in nature, in the forest, in the field, on rivers and lakes, smells the fresh wind, sniffles with clean skies, hears the singing birds and the sandy forests, smiles at the dormouse. for the fat zauzazhaytse jumped vocals at the harmony with the proroday belarus 24. places,

you see how beautiful, now this is the most low water level, and in the spring it flooded, this bridge is sunk, and this is the oxbow of the stviga river, now it is blocked, in other regions, of course, not, because...

these are the alman marshes, large areas, here. this is the gala swamp, it is the largest in europe, a red swamp, further on, look, there is no end, no edge, only in the middle there are islands, that is, sand dunes, where there is a forest, the tract of the gala swamp, and this tract is bare, popularly called, here we are exactly on the bare. further down there there are beak-growers, people have been collecting, that is, since centuries for centuries the forest has been helping us, all the gifts of nature are only forest ones, cranberries, berries, mushrooms, all this is

from the forest, and during the war the forest saved us, saved us when the villages were burned, or those people. i’m talking about the field in belarusian, i’ll go over there, there’s not a single village, not a farmstead, nothing, that is, an expanse of 60 km from the border of hell and tseryablic and 40 km of land, that’s the area,

the spring floods. have been constantly, in recent years there has been no flood, that is, it is not clear, the years have become dry, for 3 years now, when the groundwater in the swamps is falling, even me i was always drawn to the leaf, to the swamps, to the water, and a palyashuk without a boat, this is not a palyashuk, there was always... in it there was one, or even two, one large, the other small, and they carried firewood, and they transported hay, everything on boats, very light, places dear to me, because this is my homeland, my small

homeland, that’s all, my grandfathers and great-grandfathers lived here, and i returned, i’m after the academy... 28 years old, 3 years as an engineer, 7 years as a head forester and for 18 years i was the director of the forestry, now i have moved to the same position, director of the almansky swamps of middle pripyat. this is

ours. the pripyat river has been for centuries such a fish river itself was considered, and to tell the truth, this is the belarusian amazon, it is the most beautiful, so self-worthy among all the rivers, it feeds all our poles, hello, andre, good afternoon, alexey adamovich. like nothing, we’re working, well, the water is falling or rising, minus a meter in a week, but it’s clear that it immediately floated, well, nothing, we’re still moored, and where are you going now, now we’re picking up fishermen, they boast of

good fishing, well, then call, just they were already taken away faster, good, happy for you, i i think we’ll figure it out soon, i’ll call you back, good, good evening to you. pripetz is one of the nine.

i’m considered one of my own, because all my ancestors, all my grandfathers, great-grandfathers lived on a dime, some were commercial fishermen, my whole childhood came with them, that ’s how long i remember my grandfathers, always on the river, my childhood itself, my part of the activity. is directly related to preserving the pristine state that it was, and so that my child, observing what his dad saw at the age of 3, 4, 5 years, also sees this is my child, people who come here at least once always try to come back.

since childhood, even though there were no artists in my family, i was simply drawn to nature, to drawing, this must be shown, you see, to show your love to your land, here is the house, the parental house where i was born, my father is no longer there 2 and a half year, there is only one mother left, she lives here. that i went to school from this house to

the army and went to study in leningrad at that time , earlier from this house, from the doorstep every spring there were floods along this central street everyone went on boats and for a while the village was bombed and there was water in some houses. there was water all over the window, and we lived with this, we lived, we always waited for this water, after the water, when the water receded, the acidic soil was cleansed, that is, it washed it all away, the harvests were better, it seemed like we were afraid of the water, but everyone is waiting, i’ll water it without water is nowhere, well, i’ll tell you now about...

this cross grew up on the grave of mikhalko sushchik, it was an old man who lived in this village, died at such a time that it was impossible either on ice or on water to bury his people gathered and decided to split the ice so that there would be a road, but they came to the river, the ice

itself expanded, they passed by boats. buried back and the ice melted again, years pass, the wooden cross fell on that wooden cross, iago was taken to the side, in this place this cross grew up, what can i tell about it, it’s not a damn thing, in the fifties there are witnesses to this day, who live. in this village, somewhere there must be another cross, which is central, in the center there is a cemetery, here it is, here it is, i saw it back in 79, when my grandfather died, and

my grandfather’s mother brought me and said, look inside... this cross is growing, and from that moment i knew this cross, then it was one of those crosses that did not exist, but this pancakes are different from the cross, it seems that ilya murovvets himself was born in the village, and when he went to kiev, he came and...

here we are, it used to be. before the war , the village of bor, people lived here, poleshuks, the germans burned it down, there was nothing left, after the war

, people all moved to the village of korochich, at the moment it is an agricultural town, korochich, there they live, you see now, the only thing left is some pears, from those times, that’s all. here is the church in honor of the icon of the mother of god of pochaevsk. it was founded and illuminated by the archbishop of pinsk and lunyanets stefan,

this is my, as they say, homeland, i grew up here and decided to build, my ideas were, i decided to build this temple together with my workers.

reshtikov lost his soul. and the craftsmen who made this temple, if people come, here they receive peace, grace, where

did my interest in history come from, probably still since school, i have been interested in the baptism of these regions since school, i made sketches, let’s preserve holy russia, which i exactly wanted to show, who were the first to be baptized here, our people, our ancestors, this drawing. i was in the tenth grade, that is, in 1978, i forgot about it, and this was the cleaning done in the village at my mother’s and purely

by chance in the attic i found this preserved of that russia, that is, prince vladimir with his retinue, i see in those years when i was still just, well, 17 years old, and i had already... 50% done, you’ll see what’s next.

there are so many here on sunday and saturday vacationers, you can come and see who wants to relax, he comes here, guests who are abroad, everyone leads to this arboretum of this church on the island, how was

i born in the village? this is where i grew up, was born, oh, porcini mushroom, porcini mushroom, all this was planted, forest crops, there used to be a collective farm here.

all my roots are from here, through my wife’s line, they are all here, i am tied to this land. guys whose erudition any adult would envy? and before the game begins, before i start asking you questions, and i hope you answer them correctly, i i invite you to support each other

with applause. can you imagine that soon one of your students will become a king or queen, are you worried? yes, we remember the school program, together with the project participants, i know this famous writer spent his childhood and adult years here. i answered ivan turgenev, because i remember exactly that ivan turgenev’s mother had a surname, her female surname.