in addition to the main almost every day there is some special reason for baking special bread, the slobodan visited more than 700 villages and found out that there is a special damage bread for everyone. there is bread for the whole family and for each of its members bread for a child for a girl for an old man and even for a bull for a wine barrel for a vine for a tree for plants and animals. at first, as a painter, i was interested in the external form of bread, but then i realized that it has its own soul when the serbs adopted christianity. they started decorating bread with symbols of the new faith instead of the old pagan symbols. so they kept the tradition, adding new content, an example of this is the feast of glory dedicated to the patron saint of the family and associated with many pagan rituals, the lighting of water, on the eve. glory of kneading dough, baking, breaking up rolls. all of this is being considered. as a bloodless sacrifice

that the family brings, i am interested in the process of turning grain into bread, its stages and methods. i want to understand how in the christian tradition it turns into the body of the lord, they say that the body is separate from the soul separately. i came to the conclusion that it is bread that connects the soul and body bread, the connection between the spiritual and the material. sloboda started as a five-year-old boy and by the time he came of age he became a trained artist , then there were years of wandering through the serbian hinterland and hundreds of paintings in which he captured the old village, a village that no longer exists, but which, as the bread jeremiah believes, will still be reborn. i always had a desire to live in the countryside and return to where my parents lived. i wanted to show the peasants that they should not be embarrassed by their rural surroundings during times of communism. it wasn't very prestigious, but i wanted to tell them. that it is worth living here. slobodan says that life in

the village has never been easy, but peasant labor is a sacred thing. after all, bread is the head of everything, and the bread museum is this eternal truth. only confirms that our today's program has come to an end. travel with us. travel yourself. vid presents hello

we believe that the search for truth is as important as the search for people, so we ask our guests to be as frank with us as possible. well, we will try to understand and, if possible , help everyone who has contacted us. so we start. many people who get instead of imprisonment, in addition to a prison term, receive one more severe punishment and are deprived of the opportunity to raise their children. and for children, of course, this is a terrible grief. they become orphans with living parents. unfortunately, many of those whose parents ended up in prison never

saw them again. so it happened with grape mucus and chrysostom lydia please come to us. hello in the ninety-sixth year, 12 years more, in principle, we did not see each other hard. tell me in more detail, you haven’t seen each other and there are no letters, no phone calls. there were no letters, that is, meetings. our last time was somewhere around 1996. that is, then i was eight or seven years old. and for

what reason did you get lost at all with your grandmother, i lived somewhere from the age of 3. mom kept coming and going. that is, well, in some such influx, why didn’t she raise you? i can't answer this question. well, grandma said something. yes, of course, she told me that my mother works there and, in general, she can’t seem to be present, and then we moved to another city with my grandmother, that is, my mother’s connection improved. she started writing letters to me. what did mom write? well, about what will come soon, everything will be fine, that we will always be together. well, well, what else can an adult say to his child, just gave me hope. after receiving her letters already at the age of twelve, huh? i

had emotional outbursts. i run away started from home. why did it throw you off balance so much? well, i wanted to. native shoulder next to support, well, like a mother with a child, this warmth was not enough caress. and of course, these are all the promises that everything will be fine. yes, i began to steal and hooligan. well, that is, it happens to be a very difficult teenager with some moments in his life. connected here with the parents, that is, these letters here. they really threw me off balance. and i stopped obeying, i would like to understand myself lead explicitly explicitly the result of a lack, such as parent and some and yes. well, yes, yes, yes. forgive me to continue with this after that my grandmother

threatened me with an orphanage for my behavior. well, i didn't believe her. of course, it seemed to me that she loved me so much, everything was fine after that. these threats turned into action, that is, the grandmother gave away the orphanage. yes, she was still 11 years old at that time, there, i still received letters from my mother. but i found out that my mother is in places of imprisonment reported. no, my grandmother told me about it. yes, that is, we kept in touch with my grandmother. she came to my orphanage and supported me there, but anyway you didn't ask to come back home. no, they themselves did not want that this was some kind of betrayal, probably, then they

also began to run away from the orphanage. after these letters, we decided to put the question squarely to change this situation, so that i would stop receiving these letters because they had a bad effect on me. well, in my head i always hoped and i wanted to understand why this happened to my mother? what's happened? being already an adult. i still keep in touch with my grandmother, but we are not quite stable relationship with her. that is, now she is a bedridden person, practically disabled. i just help her. well, my mother did everything to get away from her. turned away. probably everything, it seems to me so, she herself led to this all, grandmother knows what you are looking for. mom, i said that i would always look for her, but it is precisely that at the moment i still

don’t know about it. well, because for her daughter did wrong. do you think she would mind. i can't say without answering this question for you. this topic somehow. don't you know just do not want this topic is always closed, grandma. he just says, i don’t want to not hear, or know not to see, i don’t want to talk, and i don’t understand. against what background did the family break up there, because, well, both dad and mom were all well on their feet. everyone has. there are three higher educations, stable good jobs, that is, not some were there, well, with a difficult fate, yes, people, and suddenly something went wrong, something happened. and what do i want to understand so far? what happened why did it happen? why am i over twenty i haven’t seen my mother for years, if your grandmother is so adamant, you are not afraid to find out something

about your mother that can hurt and shock you even more. now i'm not afraid of anything. i am already an adult, i have already taken place. it's just not the way to assemble your family like that. i also have my own children, and i don't know what should happen so that i have my children. we have information related to your mother's arrest on august 17, 2000 at 13:00 in klubny settlement apparently. this is a club lane in nizhnevartovsk next to dali's corpse was discovered by the water tower. his surname is indicated , initials with penetrating wounds, previously listed as missing, absent detained in a temporary detention center vinogradova larisa sergeevna what is your mother's name?

here is such a story. still want to find. of course, you do not pay attention to what is here before. it was a hostel, now, as an apartment building, major repairs are planned for the forty-second year, but we took it on our own and raised money. well, as

usual, the initiator. i was with my husband, here everything was painted, everything was done. here i live with you, i invite you to live, not alone. i live with my husband. he is at work now. at the moment i will introduce you to my four paws dog cat, little cat. well, i was born in the city of chelyabinsk, i almost don’t remember my father with my mother, the relationship didn’t work out, i ended up in an orphanage in a boarding school, then i worked at a factory with my future husband , i met, i arrived in chelyabinsk well, i worked in a hairdressing salon as a manicure master i gave birth to a daughter there, there was a daughter, that’s eight. we broke up with him, why did he start to get involved drugs and all. we were left alone with her, but then a man appeared in the city who

simply did not let me pass. what is the name even i don’t know if he’s the wrong sasha or seryozha. well, he courted you. but he seems to be, like giving flowers, but in the end he was refused directly , she said to me, you will still be mine and then i will be my own daughter. well, how would that happen. so you beat him. no. i didn’t give it away, but my mother’s eye, who didn’t want to see me, and so on and so forth and the pier, well , in general, with a scandal, almost knocked out the door at me, where i lived, a knife and went at me, and the person who heard this scandal is the owner

of the room, calm down. and at that moment i knocked out the knife from him, the knife flies in my direction, as he found himself in my place. i don't know. and when i looked at this face, it wasn't that. sasha is not serezha, he is just a smirk, grinning. he just pushes this person at me. i didn’t kill this person, that person pushed this person at me. i don’t remember, maybe in the effect in what was it or what? well, i had it in my hands. i don't know how he got to me. maybe i picked it up. here, i don't know screamed at first. what to do i say,

we need an ambulance. that's what he says, right? nothing is needed. i will do everything myself now. all. i don't even know everything came says. then they said it was you, like, he said that you didn't send him. wow. yes, i couldn’t raise it, in general, especially since vlad was, then the prison sent an investigation there to the zone, went with my daughter, corresponded with her, then i received a letter that i no longer buried her. and that's it.

i really, really want to hug you, hug you, my girl. i

love you very much.

i had a hard time watching the story too. tell me what surprised you the most. yes , everything absolutely everything like that, i did not expect a turn at all. i hope he's doing well. the main thing is that this nightmare, in principle, is over for her. is she guilty or not? i don't want people to end up on the other side. do you believe mine i can't understand yet. you would like to see her, of course she is here. to us, please.

thank you thank you very much.

why, as she explained, that she was not born from a loved one and relationships have always been to do, no matter how

grateful it is. and ready, maybe it's not too late to make peace. but as if you were not in a quarrel with her. i have always been mentally drawn. but there was always a barrier. well, maybe it's easier for you to take that first step. if you want to go to your mother, we will help you, arrange a trip for you. eyes

quite an unusual fate, she was born in turkmenistan, lived in poland and graduated from a college in yaroslavl in ukraine and now

she settled in moscow hello please sit down. than you are you doing? i work in moscow moscow metro you have children up to two girls svetlana, 15 years old and margarita, 9 years old , please tell me who you are looking for i am looking for my daughter, whom i gave birth to 20 years ago, it so happened that i could not pick her up. from the baby's home

, where did you leave her? well, i did not leave, my mother, well, tell me about your mother. my mother dreamed all her life of marrying a military man then in those years it was considered prestigious. well , mom's parents lived in turkmenistan and my father was also sent to serve in turkmenistan. there stood part of 60 km from afghanistan then there was a war in afghanistan and my father was an aircraft technician sent fighters to 23 that flew to afghanistan so my mother met my dad, dad is a senior lieutenant, a stately handsome officer fell in love got married was born i was then sent to poland to serve lived in poland well, then it so happened that my father decided

to retire from the army. and of course, i had to leave the western country, poland at that time, my mother's parents bought a house closer to moscow, this is 101 km, strunino vladimirskaya region, and we also went there to see them, my father got a job at the factory. we rented a room in the village where this factory was and the hostess, who rented us a room in the house, introduced us to her family, we walked together. mom was friends, dad was friends, we went together to celebrate the holidays on march 8, the new year, as it used to be at the end. 2010 and gradually this friend of my mother quietly led my father. she was 45. my father was 34. he cheated on my mother. he said that he was leaving to play cards with the peasants. well,

everyone knew the small village, they say, but what is not you know that he was dating valya, she did not believe, then she began to notice that either the shaving brush was wet, or the toothbrush was wet. she says it's that you go to the peasants to brush your teeth and shave. and once again, it happened again. she ran to her apartment and caught my father there. ran home in the closet, got drunk on solvents, cut her veins. i didn't know there. uh, my neighbors hid it, but they pumped it out. all her girlfriends as they say, calm down, everything will be fine, forget it. and in general this one, let's put it in order went for a haircut. she began to travel to moscow then everyone went for a shortage, sausage , colognes, all sorts of cosmetics, everything was brought in the village and sold to neighbors. then my mother

got off with a man, they began to live and decided to leave this village, as if to change all this life. well, they found a house in the kharkiv region and went there to get a job. she did not give a salary to the farm, or if you want, we take meat, butter, sugar, boots, she also got a job. there , they also gave 10 kg of meat to this asphalt plant for six months. the mother went hungry again. moscow nazarovotka and disappeared. at first she sent money in dollar envelopes. we went to change, and then it stopped, everything was gone , disappeared. and so he says to pack a suitcase. go to your father. something here you will do with me. somehow i reached kharkov and approached the moscow-adler train. i say, take me, please, to moscow, there are georgians, well, they climbed onto the third shelf on

the third floor, they laid me down, these mattresses didn’t get to moscow from moscow by train, so it opens. go they came to you. now open, come in. i say papa so and so i say, the mother disappeared, i don’t know anything. settled in school. she drove me. she told her stepmother that if i were younger, i would have given birth to a child for your father, and he would have forgotten you forever. all this, well, irritated me. i often ran away. i have three aunts living in moscow. i just run to him, then somewhere else all the time i ran away, then i came back. and where to go? my father was returning me, he says, go finish school, but i ended up like that, after all, the ninth grade, well, at the family council they asked who you want to be i want to be a conductor. well, my stepmother called

and found out that there is a school in yaroslavl, they sent me there, there is a hostel. all i began to study studied well. well, then my mother showed up. come to me in moscow, i found a man here, i live with him. come, i came to work at a construction site. met with flowers. i was 19, he was 35, he looks like this white one from modern talking, which, god, i forgot dieter bohlen yes, he looks like him, i fell in love with everything. he promised me, well, he, as it were, also said that i love you. we will be together live to rent an apartment, all that. well, then, when he found out that i was pregnant, he said that it was not from me. he went to lithuania to renew his visa, then he came back and said that during

this time you worked up somewhere. so he stopped seeing me. all relationships ended. i gave birth on may 31, 2002. and in the thirty-seventh maternity hospital, it’s like the thirty- seventh izmailovsky park, metro park when i was little. for la-la you, of course, the theory. patronymic and did not give in honor of this , the lithuanians called him darius vladimir , olga vladimirovna found putin. i wish for that moment i met my friend. uh, there was a house, the village of ashukino, the ashukinsky station, well, a normal good house, gas, water, everything is a well nearby. we all lived. i gave birth, brought a child there. all was good. mom didn't

help you, no. that's one time i saw her mother met. she says she gave birth. i say, yes, i can see my granddaughter. i say come, she came and brought the sliders and , as it were, well, she drank everything, here, this is a plu- there was a scandal with the residents of my girlfriend, and while i was resting after work. she took the child was carved out and taken away in an unknown direction. i was looking for her, i found her, somewhere in 4 days, in 5, i don’t remember exactly , i found her, i say where the child is. she says, i won't tell you, i threw it in the trash. i say, i say there, secret money, i say, do you want to warm it? yes, just tell me where we went to aleksandrov. she brought me to the juvenile inspection. i say, give me the child, how can we give it to you? we don't know who

you are your moms or who is it or what? she just put it on the table for us and said take what you want, then you make this child have nowhere to live. we drew up an act for the abandoned child. how many girls have been for a month for a month, i said that such a situation is that, well, there is a house, there is housing, here it is, when you bring the registration, you will bring a certificate from the place of work for the examination of housing conditions. well, that's all. here is the rest of what you really are. you have the conditions of me at this point there was nothing. the passport was clean stepmother. he didn't give me a license. i asked my father. i say, dad, please do so, we will persuade the stepmother to, well, this pick up the salt. together with him, we went there to the orphanage, he rocked the stroller and said that

olenka, we will definitely take you from here. i was forced to write gavpishi for six months. let her stay here while you settle down. i couldn't get a job. nowhere has passed another six months yet wrote a statement. then i call again, stepmothers in moscow, auntie, go. well, i say, well, please, i want to pick her up and i say, i won't bother you. i will not lie down, i just do everything and register so that i took her. you can forget about this child forever and don't call me again. well, in the end, i just gave up, i didn’t know what to do, continued to live in moscow in rented apartments. well, we who closed in 2006 , i call my father. he says aunt valya is dying of cancer. one month left

to live, then i'll call back, she says everything, now, she died, and on that day i met my future husband, well, they began to live, i became pregnant. i came to my father, i say, dad says, i’m pregnant, i say, i need registration, i don’t have a passport, everything’s fine prescribed everything, and he said, everywhere here at that time, he had already found another woman and lived with her in her apartment. and i began to live in this apartment. arrived things brought started to get out, open the closet, find a letter. in which it is indicated that i was deprived of maternal rights. it was then when the stepmother called, she said, you can forget about this child forever, apparently, she received this letter then, but she didn’t tell me anything, it turns out you never saw your girl anymore. yes, i went to her children's home several times. yes, i have

photos. i went and brought and brought toys brought baby food was interrupted, i want to run away somewhere with her all the time lying in my thoughts, because now i’ll drive a taxi there to run out with this child and leave. where the eyes of the uncle, and after the deprivation it was impossible. yes, there is no way to recover. well, i called there, i say, so and so i was afraid to introduce myself and said that i was an aunt. you can, like me adopt her, they said everything. she's already been adopted. yes, you sent us some photos. let's see when she was

35 years old when dad left. she also lost a photo from us, when you told her that her friends did her hair. yes? wow. yes, last seen. this was before march 8th. in 2006 , she sat at the bus stop. no, i can't take you anywhere. i don't know sometimes. maybe she did better nowhere, in fact it was to live so that i

would carry everywhere with her. this is where you are, when i came to her child's house, this suit, this cap of booties, this was passed on by my grandmother to my mother. how many here is six months of

may 1st, 2002 after the adoption? and the woman on the right is natalya yuryevna gubaidulina, she was born on april 5, 1954. she was last seen in 2006 at the yaroslavl railway station. if you know anything about these people, please contact our editors , you can see our contacts on the screen. it exists as long as it is watched and as long as it is believed in, and each of your responses on the site. wait for me is not only an indicator of trust, but also a chance to see a new long-awaited meeting of attention on the screen. this is deputy minister of agriculture

republic of altai and elvira gulyaeva and her daughter anastasia, they turned to our program with a request for help in finding their savior elvira was born and raised on sakhalin you see, this is our village, the village of neftegorsk , these are our ships 17 five-story apartment buildings said that our houses are similar on white liners. here is my house, last house number seven, where i lived. kindergarten number 42 of the children who died, by the way, these shots were taken by elvira's father 2 weeks before one of the worst disasters of the past century. here i am blue stroller may 28, 1995, and i came home. i really liked, and read before going to bed the strength of the bath. i took it with me, a soviet detective's house, and

sleeps in a large room. my one-year-old child is in the back room, my parents started reading. well, it didn’t work, the reading came out of the bathroom and i close the gas water heater. i heard my father stand up in the back room. i turned around the last thing i saw at me, and away from the wall. the refrigerator moves away and flies at me, all this was the first push of a catastrophic earthquake, the force which at the epicenter exceeded seven points in 17 seconds, the village of neftegorsk was actually stuart from the face of the earth more than two thousand inhabitants died under the rubble. my classmate was on the street, when the outdoor lighting was still on. she saw how the houses began to take shape, the houses jumped up and down. and the blows continued to fall, and i began

to scream in the distance, my father answered somewhere. i called out. what's happened? he shouts an earthquake to me, then nastya began to cry, and here, in principle, here, but for me the nightmare itself began because there were five floors. we lived on the first floor developed. you don't know where to go. i climb in one direction concrete. i climb into another and stumble upon rebar that sticks out from all sides. i pierced my legs. i got ripped off. nastya continued to scream and scream, and i realized that somewhere i was already next to her somewhere nearby, it turns out that a stove fell on nastya’s bed, how nastya became, alive, in principle, well, i can’t understand, right, i threw it away somehow

because and everything that was in the bed. uh, a pillow just isn't a blanket. everything is already gone under uh, the slab was under the slab. and so i was able to crawl to this children's bed, and apparently, there was a huge amount of strength in my hands, because i was able, er, to break these bars of the children's bed and grab the child in my arms. you know, it's still a great happiness that i was able to get to my child, because at night there was a sub-zero temperature. we got a lot of little kids who had no external injuries, but they were dying of hypothermia, and then i realized that we were somewhere in the area of ​​our corridor, and there i was able to, and grab my father's jacket, in principle, then my child was in this jacket for the whole day, and there the plates were formed like this.

and in these slabs i was able to go there somehow so little, well, so that there was at least some kind of protection, so that my parents could feel their backs in the next room, but the tapli that fell between our rooms blocked and we could not uh to each other no way to move, then the first helicopter flew in from the watch, the oilmen flew and saw that there was no village blazes, four houses eighty apartment people. some are close to the surface. they hear them, they see them , they stretch out their hand and cannot save them. there is no concrete around. techniques. no, there are no rescuers, nothing people say goodbye. and they die. and we were in such a state , and the first person we heard was this guy, a soldier of my father, there was a hole nearby, somewhere above his head. well, the hole was small

, only a child could pass through this hole, and he lowered his head into this hole and spoke. hello there are three words endlessly. why but, probably, this guy was one of the climbers , no one climbed into this uh last because this one of you could have formed at any minute at any time. it's between two plates. imagine such a heap, our five-story buildings have simply turned into beds. and somewhere between these plates, a small last was formed, into which, just by the sound, probably, as we shouted , this time the soldier was able to crawl through to us, and he brought half a plastic bottle of water, brought this lantern and gave it and brought it to the hacksaw for metal, when he dedicated, and i raised my head and horror rolled up. here, here, some was instantaneous. horror. huge concrete a-a stones hung on rebar above my head. and when it was shaking, they swayed like this, the father

began to saw with this hacksaw, but imagine 25 fittings sawed for a long time. i don’t know how long, but my father was able to cut a small hole at the beginning for nastya. then it means that he managed to cut a hole more to straighten this reinforcement there somehow. i was also able to move in with my parents. and now we are with our parents, and then we were, and before that time until they took nastya a, that is , this soldier from behind by the legs, someone pulled out pulls out. that is, such a las, which is understandable, he cannot move on his own, and he, on this jacket, nastya's spinning top, did not become so afraid of them. so i think, here she was with me and here we could sit for two or three more days, yes, we understood that there are already rescuers, that they will save us anyway, and suddenly, at that second, you have a baby. no, this nightmare , as it were, haunts me very often. well,

it's over the soldier pulled out. why do i call his soldier, because at that time he was over 20 years old. i did not know exactly this among themselves we all always called. the soldier took the child. well, we stayed to wait and got us. here the first night has passed, the second one got us in the morning, it's me. the inhabitants of the village themselves took out their relatives and buried them themselves. this is my father. this mother is small. nastya in red mom many times did not tell the young guy his goal is to save save me. and if you see me, damn it, i really want to meet you and thank you because i presumably lived. his name is sergei on the bakhon, i have not seen this man. i didn’t see his face, but i remember his voice , boyish enthusiasm for the voice that didn’t leave us and

that saved my daughter, dear sergey if you see me, i really wanted to meet you. i would like to shake your hand and would like to hear from you. how did it all happen, how do you remember it all? but just to thank you as a human being, look for each other, so that it doesn’t happen and wait, no matter what.

who is walking? harm october our detachment one or two we didn’t eat, we save our eyes, three, four we want to eat open the door wider from the top russia