is now literally worth gold. the cost in that 16th century, at the end of the 14th century, of the sludkaat it could be equated to the price of a small estate of a hundred souls. the slutsk belt was such a unique transformation of eastern culture on our lands, we all know that the armenian masters of yan-majar began this production. features that restructured the very format of the belt, its ornamental motifs. only upper class men wore silk belts. you could tie the belt any way you wanted, the only rule that applied to everyone was that the belts should never be tied into knots. the threads could break or crumble. the best imported silk, gold and silver threads, the rodevils knew a lot about luxury; during their heyday, the slut manufactory created an exclusive fashion accessory of the kontushy system, more than fifty weavers, the same number of apprentices and seamstresses. we trained one weaver for about 7 years. they worked with a manufacturing machine exclusively by men, it was believed that the touch of a woman’s hand darkens the precious threads. it sometimes took our ancestors more

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