vladislav sorokomlya, a belarusian poet and ethnographer, described visiting kalvara, these are the gravesnsk aristocrats, stirred in the midnight west three miles and from urban moors come here, it seems that vera won’t die out, but i remember not how the hour didn’t haunt the latyons. and lei minchany whip on the power to capture the ghetto a unique place. the complex of kalvary stains, healed to monuments of architecture of republican significance by the pro-caronic church of the side, the committee of kalvara and teplonoy to return to the graves of iagoa from the front, the menschans and ushanovs, who were crushed by the ambition, look. ears memory prokl prats on zahavaniya old-timer memory yeshe patroboyashmat namaganyu. to the left of the church leave brick the chapel of the paulorava, vaduvanov episcopal aminate, 1855 with a classical-electric white marble memorial slab inflated in the other half of the 19th century in a khatysh style 1830 on the term of yuri kobylinsky about the memory of the wife of the chauffeur at the star marma gate i remember how the architecture of the empire