i’m lena dikova, and this one from the hills, like a mountain, and now it’s called a wild mountain, and it doesn’t deviate from tradition. we are going and still are going to this wild mountain on the first sunday of august. we gather from all over belarus wherever a person is, no matter how old he is, especially in old age he is drawn to where to breathe fresh air in his small homeland. i already live in a different place. but when i come here it seems that the air is completely the other breathes differently i arrive. i breathe in this air, it betrays some kind of strength, some childhood memories. well, somehow you even make her healthier. and here we are going here in large companies. last year there were 150 people and you can imagine that somehow without thinking they came, well, 82 years old, the oldest person can be the smallest and there was not even a year about great-grandchildren. and here is the situation, the chairmen and the village council came, there are a lot of solemn people there, and the harvesters. i'm standing near the microphone, the harvester is going. everyone