and over its long history, it has passed from hand to hand and has been shared by the karpovichs, aginskas, and famous radzivils. my roots, i grew up in baranavichi, in the past, one might say, i didn’t know anything, except for the weak tsikavastsya that was called out by the sticks and sticks that were on display at the baranavich market , from porridge of different berries, these were sticks from gantsaushchyny, they were from theirs in such traditional ceremonies, the great nobles prayed, and i looked at them as if fascinated when they arrived. from the neykaga dzivosnaga region. the teacher read her right-hand rabinsons, and began to study at the belarusian state university, in her first year, together with me, there lived a daughter in the quarters, who had grown up in pinszczyna, more from the villages of berkazy, and the first may of the history of palesse was exactly the hell of the getai of lena , my university brother, i taught me the ancient traditions of palestine, the same... such shmatdzennya palestinian traditions, i heard that it’s such a land, i’ve lost nothing in space,