when i moved here to live in the village, my grandfather, cousin fyodor kirillovich sachkov, was stillalive, and he always spoke, either jokingly or seriously, i then perceived it that way. it is like a joke of paradise that the countess sachkovskaya also remembers, yes, kirill is still a countess. he see, i say hands in manure knee-deep. the countess is digging in the mud in the beds. the village of sackovichi is called sackovichi by the locals. the beautiful village is located on a green meadow, once people had a lot of geese, a lot of cattle. she was dyed. how beautiful and even it was here in childhood, when we ran barefoot along these trampled paths after the rain and drove the wheel in front of us. it was such happiness the height of bliss. our village satkovichi and sachkovichi belongs to the pech village council. before these lands belonged to queen bonnie, the first mention in the village of suchkovichi was 1.528, when the queen gave these lands to stefan sachkovsky and at a time when people were cultivating the land, the nobility was immediately given. and not everyone decide