intyagu longa shrugs, i’m an aggressive person, i can’t fit in, well, so much.ion, the numbers assure us, the number of people wishing to leave the concrete jungle is growing by leaps and bounds year after year, the heels of every fourth compatriot are sparkling, and what’s more, year after year the trend is gaining momentum, maria kazakevich is crying, moving from bogdanovka to brest - a mistake of youth, in the city a woman is still itching to this day, our parental home remains here , here is our whole large family... in search of enthusiasts, a cobbled street, centuries-old linden trees, a pond, meadows, a fox, a dozen years ago they poked in the direction of this village finger, man-sized buryans, rickety hut , off-road, good afternoon, we are glad to welcome you to our village, me, your name is pavel, during this time the owners raised an abandoned hut from their knees, restored houses in a leak, brought ready-made log houses from neighboring villages, years of painstaking diligence did not gone to dust, ancient times happen in all countries, but each one