, and the language kubachi people are special, the kubachi people understand other village girls, butisn’t one, we need to get through it, there is a cliff on the right, a mountain on the left, eat as you wish. paintings and wanted to buy them, when i realized that they would take them away, i felt hurt, sad, how my birds remain here in belarus, i can’t let them go, but it seems like i can still embroider, but i thought about that well, when i embroidered them, i loved them so much, i embroidered them with love, i put in every flower, every petal, every feather of this bird, you know. i felt all feathery about myself, but i saw these people were very beautiful, very intelligent, the only thing that reassured me was that they were not they will offend my birds, and these birds of mine will also bring them happiness and joy, beauty, this is how they see from the outside, these scarves, steaming fogs that are approaching over the village of kubachi, probably these fogs were necessary, it was in our village, this is exactly the weather i helped the local masters and craftswomen to create