these golden domes and crosses, was located right next to here. the bridge between the village of cherevačicehat is, all the time there was movement of active people moving along this bridge, the bridge, unfortunately, was also destroyed, and people moved on boats, there were boatmen who transported people to church or to some other work, that is, there were active boat crossings, the mukhavets river, my childhood passed on it, every hillock of the shore, every lowland, every cliff is familiar to me such, one might say, early childhood, because all my free minutes i ran to the river with fishing rods or just wander around, look at this beauty, in people’s lives the river always carries great meaning, now it may not be so, once upon a time it was still was waterway... the route along which goods were transported, even in my childhood, at intervals of probably half an hour, barges walked here, transported crushed stone, sand, gravel, and what not they transported here, all the shores were washed away by these waves that moved away from these huge boats, in these potholes there were large perche