professional collectors, but also tourists. here you can see the marsh turtle, black ivory and other rare inhabitants of forests and swamps, listed in the red book. it is interesting that they were able to survive and reproduce in the alman swamps thanks to a secret military training ground that existed here from the 1960s to the 1990s. due to the fact that it was difficult for people to get here, nature was almost untouched, and before that there were... a hunting ground for the rodevills, any economic activity was strictly prohibited, only occasionally the grand ducal hunts took place. we got to dessert, i guess it was a delicious milk jelly. no, you're wrong, because it's not milk and it's not jelly, but look, love, it's jelly, i'm a professional in jelly, i love jelly, it's jelly.

and i don't love it, and i'm not a professional in jelly, so i claim that this is ordinary oatmeal jelly, to be honest, i'm used to jelly being made from fruits and berries, but it turned out that oatmeal jelly is an old slavic dish, it's even mentioned in the tale of bygone years, and since there is no jelly in jelly nothing animal, this dish can often be seen on the table during lent. love, in my understanding, jelly is still liquid.

wait yogurt, in consistency rather cottage cheese, with the addition of lemon, because it is sour, sour, and it, it cannot be an independent dish without some kind of accent, that is, it is quite lean, you can even say completely neutral, but as soon as we dip this jelly in cranberry jam, mm, it becomes very tasty, a chic mixture of flavors, really, yes, so if you tired of store-bought yogurts, try making this jelly yourself, the taste is amazing, and the composition is the most, natural, and you want to say that you have been eating this dish since childhood, yes, and your mother and grandmother also cooked it, by the way, i took it from them, because few people cook it here now. here is a real polesian

calorie, the most important thing is that it is not the sweet that we are used to, yes, for example, chocolate or there - i don’t know, coconut desserts, this is something that i can definitely call belarusian taste. cranberry a truly universal berry, it can be served not only with meat or with dessert, but also to make a refreshing drink. and we wash it down. we all our wonderful lunch with cranberry mors according to the good old polesian tradition, in this case the phrase: na zdorovye sounds especially at the table, na zdorovye, lyubov, na zdorovye, if ivya is the tomato capital of belarus, shklov is a cucumber capital, then stolin can be called the capital of cranberries, it seems that not a single dish here is complete without this wonderful berry, so be sure to come to stolin.

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space, the measure of all things, time, the measure of all things, when horizons move because... history begins national history, there is no way back, there is only forward movement, there is no turn or change, there is only the future, but the past teaches us lessons, history is the light of the future that will illuminate us from the past, time flies, and we love it, we weave a pattern on it. live, kindling the light in our ladies, kindling the light in hearts and souls, so that life would be filled with senses, so that we would seek the gift that we choose ourselves.

the best place in the world, where i was born, where everything that i love, i am a girl from brest. with this pride i say, here is our place of power, here is our memory and future, here is everything that is dear to the heart, everything began on this earth, the first, always and in everything, our region, in which we live, breathe and... history is the land, our country begins here, the first to welcome guests, to defend its borders, the first to stand in the way of enemies, the city of heroes, many

centuries, one song is not enough, and to tell everyone about our lands, about the wonderful beauty, these vast expanses and ancient forests, in the protected forest, only here in the middle of centuries-old forests, you can probably meet the living symbols of belarus, the first, always and in everything, our legion, in which we live, breathe thrones, this is the land, our country begins here.

its borders, the first to stand in the way of enemies, the city of heroes, many reg, we swear to be worthy, the great feats of our grandfathers... he who was born in brest knows the history of the very foundations, unconquered symbols, the breda fortress will pass through the centuries, we know what we remember, the strength of our spirit is strong, the first, always and in everything, our region. in which we live, this land breathes history,

our country begins here, the first to meet guests to defend its borders, the first to stand in the way of enemies, the city of heroes, many centuries, pervyєe! here the land breathes good nature, guests are greeted

with an outstretched heart, in the center of europe a slavic country, a country of the soul, where it is so easy to warm up, belarus behind this word is power, behind this word is holiness peace, great names, starred its luminaries, a country of victories. we are proud of you, who, if not me, who, if not us, our time has come, bright got, like you, who, if not me, who, if not us, our time has come. yak and gos, when we are together, we are on the right path, and we will not

give up if it is difficult, we are the young generation of the country, the country in which it is peaceful cozy, belarus has power behind this word, we are for love, we don't want war, country for life, unite us. so we are for love, we choose peace, who, if not me, who, if not us, our time has come, like a cat, like you, who, if not me, who, if not us, our... time has come , who, if not me, who, if not us,

our time has passed, like a guest, like you, one in the heart of each one is felt, like and secret. with time it grows and becomes more precious. inspiring the soul, sometimes from which it is impossible to find our heart, sometimes it inspires incredible joy and strength, but gives hope everywhere, and they feel this, the addition of the native land, great and proud, she is that guardian,

only their voices need to feel, and then the native land ...

and salty centuries, i am grafted to you, belavezhskaya forest, with a sharp leaf of fox, of distant centuries, i am attached to you, yuzhskaya forest,

an inconspicuous path. oh i am checked by the stream, and the grass is high, where at once, like a deer from a wheel, my, spring truth, belavezhskaya forest. with the oak trees of the distant past, the morning is laid.

our rich and compact land! bezlich the wars grumbled at her from time to time, and at the meetings i was a husband, and in the end i rammed my truth and faith. memory of the earth and thus ў old days. garadzishchah and mounds, fallen like the sleeping abaronians, among the barvoys, bytstsam in the murah of the castle, and in the eternal flames, before the memory of

the soldiers, whom we vividly remember alive. the memory of the earth is this people, and their eternal, undying spirit, for we are created by this earth, we are created. our land.

and what are they doing on skinny beaches, on arms, roofs, on legs, paws, i put a roof, i put a roof, i put a roof. and what the hell is the riddle?

peaceful sky over the brest fortress, happy faces in a cramped apartment, waltz, the political officer invites the bride, a brand new cube shines.

on the buttonhole, and outside the window, outside the window the beauty of the new moon, weeping irises whisper with the sound, the year forty-first, the beginning of june, still alive , still alive, still alive,

don't be silent, just don't be silent, people, memories. let it be longer, scorched days, folded into years, they gave for your freedom, and

you can sing about victory with anyone you meet, tea, that our grandfathers do not live forever. one century has passed, let new century, remembers the names of all those who raised the world from its knees, do not be silent, people, just do not be silent, children of belarus keep in memory, forty-first year, became terrible for the world. day of our victory, on victory you can without any, oncoming, it is a pity that our children do not live,

forever, one century has passed, let the language century, remember the names of all those who will rise up. the people are alive, while the memory of the ancestors lives, true victories to the grandfather, grandson works, belarus hears, everyone hears, a song about victory about our strength, and victories can be any, eternal, it is a pity that our children do not live, forever, one has gone, let the new century, remember the names of all those who

raised the thoughts, it is a pity that our grandfathers do not live, forever, a show with a new message is needed, remember all those who raised the world from its knees. do not be silent, just do not be silent, people. above my land the sky is blue, it has no

border edge, my land has strong people, their soul in trouble is great, how much has been lived, how much has been passed, everyone who was born here knows, and we wish you, homeland, peaceful happiness. peaceful happiness forever, and if together we are for a sky without war, and god gave us strength, while heart to wither, let faith live us, above the earth. a new dawn and a clear sun will rise,

my land has brave people, peaceful people from the origins, that is why you are called white, that your soul is so pure, honor is the memory ... my guarded, our pride and choice are strict, that is why you are invincible, i am with you forever, i am with you forever, if together we are for heaven without war, and god gave us strength, while the heart

is drunk, above us lives, above the earth always, a new dawn and a clear sun, and if together we are, the whole heaven without war, and god ... us strength gave while the heart beats, and if together we are for a sky without war, and god gave us strength, park the heart, let it. our gift above the earth

rises a new dawn and a clear sun, a new dawn and a clear sun, a new dawn and a clear sun. we are on expeditions in the depths of our country, and many times before, a scramble in the songs and people fell to follow the history and meat abrasions. in kalishtsi, these days there have been old towers here. from these towers the guards kept watch over their residents at times. attacks by enemies and pajars. darechy, are falling apart, the old-timers have some of

the famous stone turau crosses. oh, my dear, we are bringing bushes, and we have come to you to give our daughter in marriage. come in, come in, my dears, come in. and breathe in old traditions, new lives. together with the projects previously aired on the belarus 24 tv channel. old recipes of belarusian cuisine for modern ladies and gentlemen. everything new is well forgotten old. listen, but i can hardly imagine what this is, what kind of dish it will be? you know, alena, i liked this recipe so much

intrigued that i decided not to change anything at all, except for a little fantasy regarding the suite. folk song, the heart of the native land,

chestnut flow of minula and gold of truth, in it life and soul of the people. ropes rustle over the rowing under the ropes through the vines winged court in the neva song pale jesters swear my brother listen gift did not live hands pack will be stopped in songs will be stopped will be

stopped will be stopped, ... i'll just make noise. sennya bathed with us, we swim forever, like a memory, pale beetles, hear my brother, listen, the song of your crayfish, pakul will stay in the wings, there will be pale hands, hear my brother, listen, don’t take it from your hands,

the song will remain in peace. bogos baleson!

belaruska, vyasnyanka, the jester of the police, two kasa, on the saddle on the violent handbrake, and not only

handbrake, treslava is our land, choose a jumper with the millet, and not only handbrake is our land, ivats.

radzima - geta nyazgasnae holy, what nagadvae ab tsikhim, unexpressed adchuvanni shchastsa

, tsyabe nestrimna tsyagne here. there, when you are on this day of yours, as the people have parted, as the evil ones of us have been condemned to the very early days, and from hour to hour it will become a brighter flame and cry to god, i will light the fire. eternal here in my chest, about the fatherland, and let it burn about native places, about the people living here, about sinful saints, fallen and living, i stand under the sky of belarus, and

head... wander for its greatness, i pray, this is kindest land, i stand under the sky of belarus, i breathe in its power, with pride i i say thank you to him for everything. where there is a home, there is paradise, there is living water, our land is washed by it, and how it sings with the voices of birds, my dear little corner, it is brighter than the morning awns,

i will not allow, i will not allow, i stand under the sky of belarus and bowing my head for its greatness i pray, this is the kindest land, i stand under the sky of belarus, i sigh its strength, with pride i. thank you to him for everything, for the nutshells, for our history, for

the sun. give us the best for our faith, i stand under the wrath of belarus and raising my head for its greatness i pray, this is the kindest land, i stand under the sky of belarus, i breathe in its power. i say with pride for everything to him, thank you!

well, so far our society has not developed such an attitude to the legislative process, so we come ourselves, we tell ourselves, we ask ourselves, give us some...

we call it the master's house or yes indeed the house of stuakon yes the master's house in honor of let's say the owner of this estate stanislav glasko here it turns out a tradition lights all these lanterns 17 every day manually burns and gases and you put it out then at what time 6:30 look. histories

noble legends and valiant deeds, great victories and heroes, great in spirit, advaga, most valiant of any and their land, such we know our heroes, all those who made a great contribution to them i am the man of the century and the world. the earth in the porthole, the earth in the porthole, the earth in the porthole, you can see how the son is sad about his mother, how the son is sad about his mother, we are sad on the earth, she is alone, but the stars, nevertheless, and the stars, nevertheless, are a little closer. but still just as

cold, and as in the hours of the eclipse, and as in the hours of the eclipse, we wait for the light and see the earthly ones, with him behind us is the world, the cosmodrome, it is not the icy blue, we dream of grass. grass near the house, green, green grass, and we fly in orbits, along paths. unbeaten,

stitched with meteorites, space, the risks of courage are justified, cosmic music, our business conversation floats, in some kind of matte haze, the earth in the porthole, evening and early dawn, and the son is sad about his mother, and the son is sad about his mother , the mother is waiting for her son, and the earth is waiting for their sons, behind us is not the spaceport, it is not the icy blue, we dream of grass, grass near the house, green, green grass.

behind us is not like a spaceport, not this flying blue. and we dream of grass, grass near the house, green, green grass, we dream of not, like

a spaceport, not this icy, blue. grass is our dream, grass near the house, green, green grass.

beyond the woodland on the lakes where the expanses are wide far away. building a city, i run away from the task, all roads from the threshold, the violators of words curl, i need your expanses, blue vasiki, and i miss the blue land so much, there i am. wings will clothe, where the heart is joy, there, where i am welcome, there, where they love and wait, there lives

a fair wind, a cobweb in my hair, a thunderstorm that has died down over the endless... horizon, the smell of my mother's bread and a mirror race, i need this sky so much, the sky, like your eyes, and i miss the blue land so much, my wings will take me there, where the heart's joy is, where i am welcome, where they love and wait, everything that

is dear to the soul is close and familiar, forever in my destiny, the light of my home, and i miss the blue land so much, my wings will take me there. where the heart's joy is, where i am welcome, where they love, and i miss

the blue land so much, my wings will clothe me there, where hearts... happy children - this is the happy future of our earth. there are children in your eyes. there are no children in the world, there are 7 million of them, the world looks like children, it jumps a lot, what do we know. about the planet, life for adults is so boring, it

is children who laugh at it, it has always been like this, if you walk in the rhythm of music, a new day, these are new dreams, fight with us, and the melody will tell you how. to reach the stars, the song is a miracle in our world, the song is given to us by heaven, there is music on the air, sing with us,

country, if you walk in the rhythm of music, a new day, these are new dreams, with us the fight and the melody will tell you how easy it is, i reach for the stars, the song will touch. your heart will give you rest, a break, the soul will open the door to you, together with us your people, you live, you walk around the world, your hair is fresh wind, with a rose and a dream, childhood will be remembered, we made a wish, so it will come true, talents warm in each of us, we are pokalitsy, we... musicians, we are not afraid, gray weekdays, all i am there are always good people, if you, in the rhythm of music step, new

day, these are new dreams, with us hoy, and melody will tell each hobby, let it change to the star, if you step in the rhythm of music, new. day is new dreams, with us fight and melody will tell, how easy it is to give to the star!

how much are you ready to pay for happiness, how much is childhood, love and heaven worth, if having become someone else's bargaining chip, so easily change your face and life, if not to forgive, but to say goodbye again, words thoughtlessly fly around the world, if you replace from... advice advice: if you do not belong to yourself, how much is happiness worth, without tears of footrests, how much is happiness worth, without wounded wounds, understands sooner or later late, you always choose the price. you choose yourself, you choose yourself, who said that the sun

only shines for you, who said that conscience is just a word, who gave you the right to judge another and decide who and what to teach, not only the earthly path is not eternal, who said that you can at any cost. passing off again for your own someone else's, build a house in which you want to live, how much does happiness cost without tears of footrests, how much does happiness cost in a bezrvan screen, you understand early and late, always vanut. you choose yourself, you choose yourself. you will understand

when you lose countries, how much a part costs without tears footrests, how much does happiness cost without tears footrests, how much does happiness cost without times. gran, you understand sooner or later, you always choose the price yourself, you choose yourself.

having learned to walk on native roads, the soul remembers the smell, the taste, the color of native shores, and no one and never will be able to adapt tears of happiness in a person, no explanation from the understanding that on this planet there are places that are forever yours, shores, shores, shores - between them the river of my life, between them the river, my life flows, flows from birth to three from the bottom, there beyond the fast river that flows through

fate, i left my heart forever. where you can't find a crossing, on that bank forget-me-nots are blooming, on that bank the spring stars are shining on that bank. my fire hasn't gone out, on that bank, it was all for the first time, for the first time i loved,

and i was deep with happiness, for the first time i sipped the wild honey of your baths. on that bank, there on that bank, there was something that i will never be able to forget, there beyond the fast river, where the bird cherries are, there i am with you in may, here i am...

with spring fireworks on that bank, my fire did not go out, on that shore, it was all for the first time, for the first time i loved and was here from happiness, for the first time... sipped the wild honey of your chuppah on that shore, there on that shore, there was

something that i will never be able to forget. shores, shores, shores - this and that, between them the river of my life, between them the river of my life flows. goes from birth flows until the funeral.

bravo!

the constant movement is the law of life, and ahead there are many revelations, high achievements, successful victories, for we have a force in our land, it gives us strength and confidence in tomorrow days. you hear, something is changing, someone is measuring our, time, you know, have become different, we, who are weak, who are strong, but everyone believes, new rules, i will come sometime. wash

live by the eternal, everything will be fine, our shoulders will still endure a lot, new time, new heroes, because our own and do not listen to someone else's, everything begins, now, the time has come, time you ... chose us, time chose us, how many lives without a past, we are so placed next to us, with us, how many are not invited to visit, caught, abandoned, we do not know, the choice is always simple, either your own or someone else's, just

do it. get up and open your eyes, if you can be yourself, you will be, the first, new time, new heroes, because in your own and do not listen to someone else's, everything starts here now, the time has come, time has chosen us, time has chosen us, right above us, new songs have come up with themselves , what is ours cannot, not to buy again, what ours strangers will never understand, this is our soul,

they will not understand it, new time, new heroes, believe yours and do not listen to someone else's, everything. starts here now, the time has come, time has chosen us, time has chosen us, time has chosen us, i chose the time. good evenings, shannoin spadarstva, good evenings, fires and state capitals, the sunny brest region chalk for

a fee will present you on the gala stage of the country talents of the first step of the region. we are requesting a christmas scene from the elder of the brassk city of yury vitoldavich shuleika. good evening, good evening, the highest. the most hospitable and responsible people who are together today at an important event in the brest region, we are very glad today that we are together today and...