of the villagers the fate of their heroes from the interview vladimir saturday newspaper sovetskaya belorussiya5. for me the village like the ocean to the whale. it’s a pity that journalism is beautiful only when you are young, when your soul is seething and the world is seen through rose-colored glasses, when life has rubbed you, shook you, you start to look at everything more realistically, it becomes more difficult to work, you feel responsible for every word on the air for every deed, but i always , by the way, i was lucky to heroes three cows two heifers would be two bulls two calves, but i want to try the word you dig petya olga, well, on the farm to send cows here on my own. let's milk them now. and be a paramedic. we to you now because of the technicians. well, so to speak, i have housing, i need to feed it. i feed the animals kindly, then, it seems to me, they will always be healthy. so it's okay that it's not a matte district of the regional center, where everything was. nematorius was carrying to great deeds, because, uh, carts - these were places here too. do we but what did you que