then it’s called kutsyuba, i’m raking it, there’s a tree over there, and there’s a tree there that’sand if it’s like a runny nose, then now treat it with medicine, and if you burn a piece of it, it’s rude stove, and smoke, do not burn with fire, smoke and rest, die, and the taste disappears. well , we always read the prayer our father, when you pray and ask god, you know it helps, well, almost yes. this is freshly baked buckwheat bread, which is an intangible heritage of the republic of belarus. and then you know, i’m lying weak and weak, i can’t get up, i’m amazed at how hard i think, maybe i should have climbed, i’m lying, lying, then i have to, i ’m sitting down, and i’m starting to weave, and i’m starting to weave, and i understand, like whoever replaces me, i forget that i was lying weak, i feel and like me. that’s how it was, that’s how i live here and i feel good, since i walked in such places, well, only a few of the first, darkest, so bright. i’m surprised, it’s so beautiful, i like it, i hung mine for the boys, wove my shirts, and now i’ve woven it for my daughters-in-law,