no one knew that captain moiseev would not return home from work. 16 kilometers from the city of otradnoye, moiseev led one of the groups, which rushed towards the villages, where a shootout took place, no one yet knew about the attack on the workers from the drilling rig. and suddenly in the middle of the field they saw cars, blood and bodies. and tried to start the engine. the captain opened the cockpit door and ordered the hands to be raised, the fugitive traitor opened fire without hesitation. this is your colleague police captain, which is something so guilty before you? that's horrible. this is me saying that i still remember it. shurygin jumped out of the truck and started firing from his machine gun. by the end of the policemen , several people piled on him at once from the twisted. but captain moiseev could no longer be helped by the most real heroism of the automata. you know how this could all end. did he run away with a weapon, what else will he do? how much innocent blood will be shed? the offender was sleeping. it turns out that both accomplices were drugged with alcohol. dor

now we are in in the otradnoye district, this is an ordinary courtyard of an ordinary high-rise building. look here at all it was planned. e that there will be benches, but they are practically not visible behind the snowdrifts. if you look, but in the general plan this snowdrift is waist-deep. i'm a second meter eighty- eight. that is, you need to understand, in general. how much snow fell in just a day, separately attention. i would like to give to motorists who today had to participate in a spontaneous quest to clear their cars. for example, one of the cars can be seen that it skidded a lot. uh, snow the car itself swept over the approaches. the car, that is, the driver will obviously need some time to leave here and clearly without a shovel. he won't make it here. because of yesterday's snowfall, i had to get up half an hour early to go out into the yard to work with a shovel and snow removal in the yard. well , half an hour, as if he had left earlier, but there they would not come out yet. by figures in moscow, the height of the snow cover was 33 cm, according to weather forecasters

thought that along the line of baba muti, she is a real kuban cossack, but the inhabitants will have otradnoyeer spent all her childhood, she remembers this, and therefore they can’t let the singer go without dedicating her to a cossack. she embroidered church vestments for local priests with beads and gold. this is a very delicate and painstaking work that requires not only diligence and skill, but also spiritual strength. when studying the history of your family, special attention should be paid to rare professions and crafts in which they were engaged. this will help you better understand the customs of the tradition, many of which are probably entrenched in your family. the singer decides to touch the godly craft of her great-grandmother. she goes to sergiev posad, near moscow, where the best craftswomen of gold work in the workshops at the trinity sergius lavra in the old days, there were entire monasteries in which nuns and novices were engaged in embroidering vestments for priests, girls capable of this craft were collected from all over russia, not for nothing that this art was compare

in the village of otradnoye , pskov region, a large family appeared thanks to maternity capital, nikolaied to buy these. well, it turned out, as if a woman advised us, these are better to buy from them and they won’t eat rats. nothing will be warm from them, as soon as the house becomes warmer, victoria will paste new wallpaper in the kitchen. he bought you with something like that. here , here, in the room and in the nursery , mother victoria categorically disagrees with the fact that she is bad. as proof a woman shows a full package with clothes angelina what they give us things are always given. well, as it were, we buy something. yes, there is a jacket there, pants, such shoes, as if i were buying the rest more than 100, as i am a poor woman with many children. yes, they give it all to me, but what angelina doesn’t have is gifts from oleg , says victoria, but her beloved dad, who dresses her in shoes and pampers the girl with gifts. still there. dad. i love you. well, i love you too, daughter. she doesn't take care of the kids. e not dirty. i noticed. i really i liked that the girl s