the village of nanichato, my grandmother, my grandfather, my uncles, my aunt, my grandmother proskovya klimovnabognat, paroskevya, she left me one such fabric runner as a souvenir of herself. with your own hands - you can even feel this harsh thread of flax, it’s already worn out, worn out, it’s in my office, in the center, they’re straightening everything out, they’re surprised when... i ’m telling this, that it’s a grandmother with her own hands , this i wove everything. 37 years ago i left for love, got married, i’ve been living in armenia for so many years, i live basically well. sibyazanie, and lakes in pale, you are hurting me, don’t required. here, my love, there is a lot in common, and hospitality, and well, i would say so, even in belarus, belarusians have more patience and more of this active life position, they always, always know what they want from life, they always unite a lot of love, love, love, everyone loves people, well, they love to gather with friends, this really unites these two peoples, the weather probably unites us now, because it seems to me that we brought you wonder