driving through setin villages and towns , we observed a similar mix: five-story buildings ala khrushchevkany belgian buildings have also been preserved. at the end of the nineteenth, at the beginning of the 20th century, the belgians owned a concession from the tsarist government to develop the vasitiya deposit. ore mining, mining, as the miners say, in the village of fasnal we came across the remains of a belgian mining and processing plant, which looked like the set for some science fiction film, at that time it was like that...' the factory was from the category of science fiction, equipped with the most advanced equipment , with electromechanical installations that replace manual labor, with electric lighting and telephone communications, they say the roof of the building was made of thick , unbreakable glass. after the revolution , they wanted to dismantle the building, but the walls turned out to be so strong that the bolsheviks spat and left them standing, and now this factory is an object of industrial architecture of the 21st century. in peter's times they searched on this land. w

no, we lived in a small apartment, on a gun on such a khrushchevka, they were called, very small, that lived in one room, my mother and i lived in the second, was it such that you really, really wanted something, but they never bought it for you, what did you do in that case? yes, of course, this happened often, but i still understood that my mother really couldn’t afford it, and by the way, i never became capricious, didn’t fall to the ground, didn’t hit the ground with my hands or scream, i want, i want, i want, that is, i always understood all this, probably from early childhood i already realized that, well, if there is no opportunity, then, when i grow up, i will provide for myself. victoria, we are moving to the black sector, you could you stand up for yourself as a child? yes, that’s exactly what i was doing. and since i already said that my mother raised me alone, and once i had an incident in the yard when i was very little, i was probably six years old, someone offended me, i ran home to complain to my mother that, in order my mother came out and stood up for me, and she told