from the city, well, that's it, i hope you chose the right road, yeah, the memorial estate of the okinchitsa, that means, yes, it's him, yakub kolos, of course, kostya. konstantin mikhailovich, he was, well, and already his pseudonym, yakub kolos, well, he was born here. we put the millstone here, and imagine, they ground grain, and grain is flour, flour is bread, bread is what, life, so i suggest you stand on this pink stone and make a wish, the most cherished one, and then we invite you to come visit again and tell us if this wish came true? what i guessed, they won’t tell, because the belarusians also say: if you tell, it won’t come true, take a rest! for what - shoes had to be put or not, no, take off, take off, yes, here take it with one foot step on, here - pulled, yes, ah, and this is like a refrigerator, here, yes, i read, yes, yes, this is the whole room, it was so cold, here are all kinds of products, this is what i’m called, like momya, no, but it was all neat, here, well, and so there were several months, the kids sawed them up, you know what... i know that he liked to write not

well, i hope i chose the right road, yeah, memorial, okinchitsa's estate. so yes, it's him, yakuva kolosa? of course, it's kolosa's last name, and shlyakh is an umst or road, so she needs to go straight there, that's how he wrote, yeah, right, hello, hello, dear signora! khaila, how nice to see you in our area, unexpectedly, yes, very nice, you know where you came, i was told that this is a similitude of the writer yakub kolas, the national poet of belarus, yakub kolas, known throughout the world, his works have been translated into more than 100 languages, imagine, yes, i'm not sure that it has been translated into the language of your country, but i think, yes, it is definitely in spanish. michal served as one of the foresters , imagine 22 years he served as a forester . it was a joy to see it all, it was an honor then, yes, it was not so much an honor as it was opportunity to work we have a tradition to that all who enter the house of the place where yakub kolas was born here on this very couple make a wish. take a deep breath, it smells of wood, the sme