the unique results of a large-scale ethnographic the creators of the matullin kletsky project, khustochkaably did not suspect that their initiative would lead to a real journalistic investigation on the subject of traditional belarusian headdresses. regional features of women's headscarves, as well as a palette of mother's modest handkerchiefs in a bright authentic report by natalia bardzilovskaya. a new exhibit of the masters galina yarosh is born substrictly on a sewing machine great science to dissolve the second regs and elk under my hands shaky looks we are given pink husts, and they are impolite, so it will become kind, and how to take them, you need to bring kuzya such a thin, light, kapron hustochka. i eat, you will not burn the water to wash. and it was a cold cousin to another host. here is such a woolen warm host with such attractive patterns , and i made a noise and demanded only with my hands. just put wild powder in hell, and she will immediately shed, and she will be a little ollera, and no matter how it was, it was generally three parsleys of vinegar. add shavings salt to

as it were, to this fragmentary wardrobe and the son of the yaki went to khustochka shamo the navigator accompanied the river skin there at night the koran go these lumps in the belarusian tradition, a grown-up married woman could not walk behind her uncovered jeans, she allowed herself to run after her open hair. she applied a wreath, oleg alizhanshu scored a sloop, then a harness tied a dynamite quietly with belarusians until the end of the nineteenth, where the bride’s head was wrapped around a long four-six-meter cloth with a replant, it was necessary to collect hair. i that in the nineteenth city they took collapses the buzz of the album says horse meat around this hoop wrapped their hair on top of it, they defended themselves with a knitted albo, sewn, a hat, as if the hair was trembling on top of this design, there was already a naming under the rattling hair on the hang of a kobrinsky small-haired young mother embroidered on her cyclelet gta clicked, that i was a child, step by step. the urban fashion scattered into verses for the adoption to the point that the medki took the pl