first you need to drive 9 km along a gravel road in the direction of the village of nikolaevshchina,, making your way through pine and spruce trees into the very thicket of the forest. they say on the way to the farm at the eighteenth kilometer on the right side in the forest just 20 meters from the road lies the same damn one. locals are still wary of calling this place a sacred locus: if you go there through the forests, you will probably meet moose, you will see squirrel hares, you will marvel at the wolf’s hole, there is a lake and a damn stone, it has been lying on the hill for centuries, overgrown with thick gray moss, itself the size of a good house, of course, this is just a myth, but to what extent... well, i got to the place, of course, this is another quest, but it’s worth it, believe me, the smell of freshly cut grass, the trills of nightingales and the rustle of birches on the hotera are forever deposited v memory of the great poet, which he recalls more than once in the poem symon muzyka. what is simon music? this forest is a talenavitaga cotton in your big minds. well,

route - the smolny museum. is located 5 km from the town of albud on the road in the direction of nikolaevshchinas mother anna yuryevna, sisters, brothers and uncle antos. today it is a museum complex, restored by the estate to a two-story local museum, which houses storage. letters and rare editions of the poet's works, photographs and valuables. i was told that the kolosovo linden trees remember how new books of our classic were born. my dear yanko, my kupala, the mighty nevirna stole away for his share. tell someone, this hour, we are not getting along with you. brother, i ’m so glad you’re here, how you’re busy, you’re doing little things, little things, well, and i’m all here at my speed, well, the month is good, it’s good, we’ll do our best, marina vasilyeina, tell me great meeting kolas and bathed, wrote at the forest bathed, what you request at the state's place, when you come to the cyagnika stops. belarusian land, and i decided to take a walk and explore the open spaces of neman, oh, if only devices could convey the smell of a pine forest and all the beauty of these places. my native la

route - the smolnya museum, which is located 5 km from the town of albud on the road to direction nikolaevshchina, lived the poet’s mother anna yuryevna, sisters, brothers and uncle antos. today it is a museum complex, a two-story local museum restored by the estate, which houses letters and rare editions of the poet's works, photographs and valuables. colas and kupala, write at the forest kupala, what is the request from the state, when you come to the cyagnyka foot, syadzesh cyagnyak, you know a joke or a frame and come. yes kolasavay huts, but if you don’t have a penny, then you, on foot, from neman, will know kolasavay hut, well, kupala had pennies, of course, but hey, look at the jumpy kolasa meats, and pay oў u peshshu. from that moment on, the 30-year friendship of the two comrades only grew stronger. they were equally talented, devoted to their people and the belarusian land, and i decided to take a walk and explore the neman expanses. oh! if only devices could convey the smell of a pine forest and all the beauty of these places. my native land, how dear you are, i don’t have the strength