word, in some inexplicable way, our whole little shoot. so vselyub fully justified its name, when ksen svetali finished singing, a ringing silence hung in the temple, yes, this is the oldest church in belarus, in in chronicles it has been mentioned since the beginning of the 15th century; the church has never been closed during its long life, well, unless you count it. there was a thirty-year break during the soviet period, when a granary was built in the temple, and then a warehouse, then a gym, but this was the usual fate of churches in those hard times. it is curious that during his time at the gym , a mysterious story happened within the walls of the temple: a physical education teacher, who was conducting classes with children here, suddenly saw a woman come out of the altar and move along the walls, and even he, a sports student, an atheist, recognized the face, the guy was so scared that after that he immediately refused to enter the church, for which he was fired? near the church, among various grasses and flowers, there is a valley of blue crosses. each cross is a symbolic sto

repaint the dog, a little, so you can here and there, so don’t open your mouth, you don’t draw a mouth, ksenet’s finish the costume, our main the screenwriter decided that we will have not just a warrior, but a warrior, i dedicate you to a warrior. christmas is the moment when all the doors in lviv open, as if all the doors are wide open, and people start walking towards each other . at christmas, this kinship somehow manifests itself in a special way precisely in that caroling, rejoice on earth, son of god, peoples. life is a mystery, and christmas time is a window of opportunity to live it in a special way. i remember the beginning of the 80s, i am a sister, a sister and a half-sister, my godfather put us in a car and drove us to his relatives, friends, but such very reliable people who definitely would not give up, and we still wore old shirts , from ternopil, now it is very fashionable, this archaic, then it looked, well, crazy cool, because... all the embroideries are so soviet fake, and these were real costumes, in coats, a violin, and so i remembered from my childhood that christmas i

and ksen lesovoy is studying in the third grade of a soviet school while his father, a ukrainian nationalistsopher, is serving an eleven-year exile. okrem works at a car repair plant. vasily lesovoy, arrested on july 6, 1972, senior investigator of the kgb investigative department under the council of ministers of the ukrainian ssr. nature of the crime: anti-soviet agitation and propaganda. how an anti-soviet, forest elder, openly supported those arrested sixties, secretly published articles praising the ukrainian rebel army in the samizdati ukrainian bulletin, an instrument of pro-nazi propaganda for the ukrainian diaspora in the united states. and the cia-patronized anti-bolshevik bloc of peoples headed by bandera’s ally yaroslav stetsko. my father was an intellectual, a scientist, he could have left me an apartment, but he left me a free country, so it’s my personal, even selfish interest, to leave my children a decent future. that is, lesovoy admits that his current russophobia is revenge for the alleged oppression of him a hereditary family of dissidents. grandmother was arrested for go