this cross grew up on the grave of mikhalko sushchik, it was an old man who lived in this village, died it was impossible either on ice or on water to bury him, people gathered, decided to split the ice so that there would be a road, but they came. in the crack, the ice itself expanded, they passed by boats, buried them back and the ice came together again, years passed on that wooden cross - it fell, they carried it aside and in this place this cross grew up, what can i tell you about it, it... no damn it, in the fifties for years there are witnesses to this day who live in this village. he knew this cross, then he was one of those crosses that did not exist, and this pancake is different from the cross, it seems that he was born in the village, ilya murovets himself, and when he went to kiev, he came and bowed to this cross, but you can read the olelye to the pancake , that he... was born in the village of karocharovo, two miles from murom, but the russians say that he was born there, well, everything suits us, korochchi and turov, murov and turov, if you look at how it is written, m