winding, from bachite, like sharp turns, a turn at a turn, not a transport river, just this is the chelyasnaya river it, that’s it the river is small, well, it can be treacherous. in short, in general, some areas were flooded, that they swam into houses, they just swam into the window with boats, there was water up to the window, they lifted living creatures, some to relatives, to friends, or even to attics, people got out of the situation in different ways, well, now the last one.. .. this is somehow already forgotten the treachery of the rivers, and so we live, look at the water , enjoy life, for me the police are mine , this is my small homeland, the police are my family, my children, my grandchildren, poleshuks - this means our people are from our area. pales concept from the woodland, the pinsk woodland is different from us, the people's speech is different, their way of life is different, we relate, i would say more to the mozrel woodland, it’s a sin to not like interpreters, as i am a magician, i don’t like the interpreters, as i was here... born and raised , i even have to love the interpret